Bang! Bang! Bang!
The ancient forest had transford into a battlefield.
The ground quaked violently as powerful vibrations rippled throughout the woods.
Towering trees splintered and were hurled into the air, their trunks snapping like brittle twigs.
Thick clouds of dust and debris filled the surroundings, choking the once-pure air.
The lush green forest was gone.
In its place lay charred earth and shattered terrain. For more than a thousand ters in every direction, there was nothing but carnage.
Powerful beasts clashed against the undead legion.
The beasts were furious, feral, and utterly fearless. They matched the undead’s relentless assault with savage intensity.
There was no hesitation in their movents, no fear in their eyes only instinct and bloodlust.
Thoren stood at the rear of the battlefield, commanding the fight with a solemn expression. This battle was unlike any he had fought before.
Humans might have surrendered.
They might have fled.
They might have fought desperately to preserve their lives.
But beasts did not share such instincts of self-preservation once driven into a frenzy.
They acted purely on primal impulse. And since they had fallen under the influence of the Beast God Sect, those instincts had been sharpened to an extre.
To them, Thoren and his undead legion were mortal enemies.
Life and death adversaries.
They would not stop.
They could not stop.
Unless Thoren was killed, they would continue attacking without pause.
Likewise, Thoren harbored no intention of retreating. He would not stop until every beast before him and every mber of the Beast God Sect was annihilated.
Bang! Bang!
One of the elite undead servants slamd its massive shield into the head of a gigantic boar.
The impact rang like a struck bell. The boar let out a pained roar, montarily dazed.
Before it could regain its balance, a heavy blade descended.
The sword cleaved cleanly through its neck, separating its head from its body in a single brutal strike.
Compared to the beasts, which relied solely on their innate abilities and instinctual reactions, the undead possessed a distinct advantage.
Though they retained a portion of their original traits, they also operated under Thoren’s direct command.
That command was the decisive difference.
It separated mindless savagery from coordinated warfare.
Elsewhere on the battlefield, an undead wolf tore through the throat of a massive feline beast. Blood sprayed across the ruined ground like a ruptured dam.
To the north, three undead beasts were suddenly crushed beneath the colossal feet of a Mountain Elephant.
The creature was enormous, its body like a moving fortress. Every step it took sent tremors through the battlefield. Undead caught beneath its massive feet were pulverized instantly.
It advanced like a living mountain, unstoppable.
Its sturdy hide deflected weaker attacks effortlessly. Claws scraped across its thick skin with little effect.
Thoren observed the continuous destruction of his undead servants without any visible change in his expression.
Whoosh!
Without hesitation, he summoned two hundred additional undead beasts from his undead space.
Their sudden appearance flooded the battlefield with intensified necromantic energy.
From the shadows of the forest, mbers of the Beast God Sect who had been observing the battle stiffened in shock.
"Kill!" Thoren commanded coldly.
The two hundred undead surged forward in unison, charging toward the Mountain Elephant.
The beast was Level 17.
Seeing the swarm rushing toward it, the Mountain Elephant released a thunderous bellow and charged.
Its heavy feet cracked the ground with every step.
Just as the two forces were about to collide, the undead formation split into four distinct groups.
The Mountain Elephant hesitated for a fraction of a second.
It could not comprehend why its enemies would divide themselves.
Nevertheless, it barreled forward.
It slamd into the nearest cluster, instantly pulverizing nearly half of them beneath its overwhelming mass.
Bones shattered.
Corpses were crushed.
But that reckless charge allowed the remaining three groups to fall into position.
They surrounded it; left, right, and rear.
Then they attacked.
Claws raked across its flanks.
Fangs sank into thick flesh.
Tails lashed and limbs struck.
The Mountain Elephant cried out in pain. Though its robust body sustained nurous injuries, none were imdiately fatal.
Furious, it stomped its foot into the ground.
A violent shockwave erupted outward.
Undead beasts within the vicinity were flung into the air, crashing violently against trees and debris.
Without hesitation, the Mountain Elephant charged toward the nearest fallen undead and stomped it into fragnts.
Its movents were swift and rciless.
Yet the undead did not falter.
They rose again and resud their assault from every direction.
With each successive wound, the Mountain Elephant’s montum began to falter. Its movents slowed, its roars growing increasingly strained.
While it struggled against the relentless swarm, one elite undead servant broke through the chaos and sprinted toward it.
The massive figure dragged a heavy hamr across the shattered ground, carving a deep groove in its wake.
When it closed within several ters, it accelerated.
A guttural shriek escaped its skeletal jaw as it leaped into the air. With both hands gripping the hamr, it raised the weapon high overhead.
The Mountain Elephant was about to crush another undead when it sensed the incoming threat.
Boom!
The hamr struck its forehead with devastating force.
A deep, agonized cry erupted from the beast’s throat.
It staggered backward, trembling.
Its fierce eyes began to lose focus.
But the assault did not end.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The hamr descended again and again like a relentless storm.
The elite undead did not pause.
For an entire minute, the heavy weapon continued crashing against the elephant’s skull.
Bone cracked.
Flesh ruptured.
Fragnts of skull and brain matter splattered across the ground.
Its trunk split open under the brutal assault. Its thick hide was mangled beyond recognition.
Finally, the massive body collapsed.
It crashed into the earth, creating a deep crater as a cloud of dust billowed skyward.
Another Level 17 beast had fallen.
From the shadows of the ancient forest, hidden mbers of the Beast God Sect stared in stunned silence.
Fear gripped their hearts like a tightening vice.
They had witnessed many battles before but never one so rciless.
Yet the battle was far from over.
Thoren did not hesitate.
He did not reconsider.
[Undead Summoning.]
[Bone Manipulation]
Imdiately, the corpses of the fallen beasts began to twitch.
Necromantic energy surged through their remains like dark lightning. Broken bones reassembled. Torn flesh knitted together unnaturally.
One by one, the dead beasts rose.
Their hollow eyes ignited with eerie soul fire.
When the Beast God Sect mbers saw thousands of slain beasts standing once more now under Thoren’s control.
A shiver ran down their spines.
The tide of battle shifted completely.
"Forward," Thoren commanded calmly.
Thud. Thud.
The expanded undead legion advanced deeper into the ancient forest, crushing the remaining resistance beneath their relentless march.
The once-sacred domain of the Beast God Sect now trembled under the advance of the necromancer.
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