Malzareth scread as he retreated frantically across the shattered arena floor.
He clutched the stump of his severed arm, dark blood pouring between his fingers. His crimson eyes burned with a mixture of fury and fear.
If he died here, he would die forever.
Unlike his clone, which could be resurrected after destruction, this body was his true form. If it were destroyed, there would be no second chance.
For the first ti in countless years, the Demon Prince felt genuine terror.
He was not ready to die.
He was a prince of an ancient, forgotten empire, an empire that had once ruled vast territories before its downfall.
His goal had always been to escape the Abyss and reclaim the lost glory of his fallen empire.
Everything he had endured in the abyss had been for this purpose.
To die here, in such a aningless battle against a human necromancer, was unacceptable.
Yet the reality before him was rciless.
From every direction, the undead army attacked him.
Like a pack of relentless predators, the undead beasts pounced toward him without hesitation.
Desperation surged within Malzareth.
With a furious roar, he unleashed every ounce of his remaining power.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
His fists exploded forward with terrifying force, smashing several undead beasts apart.
Undead beasts shattered.
Rotten flesh scattered across the arena floor.
Fragnts of bone flew through the air like deadly shrapnel.
But the undead assault did not stop.
It did not slow.
The undead simply kept coming.
Fearless.
Relentless.
The Undead Starved Drakes continued their attacks from the sky, descending repeatedly with vicious razor-sharp wind blades.
"Nooooo!" Malzareth roared as another claw raked across his back.
The sharp claw tore through his flesh, leaving a deep wound that sprayed blood across the ground.
He stumbled forward, only to be greeted by another devastating strike.
Bang! Bang!
A massive hamr slamd into his head.
One of his demonic horns shattered under the impact, fragnts scattering across the battlefield.
A guttural scream erupted from his throat.
His hatred toward the Undead Storm Tyrant surged to an even greater level.
That creature had inflicted the most brutal attacks upon him since the battle began.
Rage boiled within him.
Just as Malzareth prepared to retaliate with a deadly fist strike, a sudden flash of cold light appeared.
Slash!
"Ahhhhh!"
A soul-rending scream echoed throughout the ancient arena.
Another arm spun into the air before crashing heavily onto the blood-soaked ground.
Malzareth froze.
Fear surged through his heart.
True fear.
His breathing beca erratic as his crimson eyes darted wildly across the battlefield, searching for the attacker.
But the Undead Royalty Stonewall had already retreated into the shadows under Thoren’s command.
The battlefield once again beca a chaotic storm of undead attackers.
Having lost two arms, Malzareth’s situation had deteriorated drastically.
His leg was also badly injured from earlier attacks.
His balance had grown unstable.
anwhile, the undead assault intensified instead of weakening.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A powerful tail slamd into his chest, sending him flying backward like a broken doll.
He crashed violently onto the ground, the impact forcing another mouthful of blood from his throat.
Yet he dared not remain on the ground for even a second.
With desperate urgency, Malzareth forced himself back onto his feet.
His expression had grown grim and desperate.
Roar!
The massive Undead King Kong Ape suddenly appeared before him.
With a thunderous roar, the gigantic undead beast raised its enormous fists and slamd them downward.
Quickly, Malzareth raised what remained of his arms to defend himself.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The ape’s fists crashed down repeatedly like a torrential storm.
Each impact shook the ground violently.
The earth cracked beneath Malzareth’s feet as the relentless blows forced him deeper into the ground.
A massive crater began forming beneath him as he struggled desperately to withstand the attacks.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw movent.
The Undead Storm Tyrant had appeared to his left.
"Nooooo!" Malzareth scread in despair.
He tried to free himself from the overwhelming assault of the Undead King Kong Ape.
But at that exact mont, the Undead Royalty Stonewall appeared on his right.
"T-This..."
Panic filled Malzareth’s heart.
Before he could attempt to retreat—
The colossal figure of the Undead Rend Colossus appeared behind him.
His escape route was completely sealed.
He had been surrounded.
Pinned directly in the center of a deadly formation.
Whoosh!
At that exact mont, all of the elite undead warriors attacked simultaneously.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The ancient coliseum trembled violently under the force of their terrifying assault.
The Undead Storm Tyrant’s massive hamr descended like the judgnt of the heavens.
Malzareth tried to defend himself, but the devastating fists of the Undead King Kong Ape smashed directly into his chest.
Crack!
The sound of ribs shattering echoed across the arena.
Slash!
From the right side, the blade of the Undead Royalty Stonewall cut brutally across his body.
"AHHHHHHHHH!"
Malzareth’s scream echoed endlessly.
His body was struck countless tis within re seconds.
Deep wounds covered nearly every inch of his flesh.
Not a single part of his body remained intact.
Blood poured from his wounds like water bursting from a broken dam.
His remaining arms had long been severed.
Even his legs had been destroyed under the relentless assault.
The Undead Royalty Stonewall showed no rcy.
Its blade moved with brutal precision.
anwhile, the combined fist attacks of the Undead Rend Colossus and the Undead King Kong Ape continued to smash Malzareth’s body into the ground.
Bone shattered.
Flesh tore apart.
Organs ruptured.
At the center of the massive crater, what remained of Malzareth’s once-mighty body had been reduced to a grotesque mass of mangled flesh and shattered bones.
No one would have believed that the powerful Demon Prince Malzareth could be reduced to such a horrific state.
Silence slowly settled across the battlefield.
Standing at the edge of the crater, Thoren stared down at the grueso remains.
A deep sigh of relief escaped his lips.
Finally...
It was over.
Then suddenly, a series of notifications appeared before his eyes.
[Congratulations! You have proven yourself worthy.]
[Prepare yourself. The Evolution Dew will begin imdiately.]
Just as the notification appeared, the sky above the ancient coliseum suddenly split open.
A blinding pillar of radiant light descended from the heavens and enveloped Thoren’s body.
The mont the light touched him, Thoren felt his surroundings change.
In the next instant, he found himself standing within a mysterious and endless space filled with glowing energy.
Warm light flowed through his entire body.
He felt as though every part of his being was being cleansed from the inside out.
An indescribable sensation spread through his soul.
At that mont, he felt sothing else.
The invisible shackles that had bound his soul since birth began to shatter.
Crack.
Crack.
Crack.
The chains broke apart piece by piece.
The mont they shattered completely, a powerful wave of energy surged through his entire being.
Thoren felt... different.
It was as though he had been reborn.
A completely new existence.
Subconsciously, he closed his eyes, quietly enjoying the overwhelming sensation of transformation.
Ti seed to lose all aning in that mysterious space.
After several seconds, Thoren slowly opened his eyes again.
But he was no longer inside the mysterious space.
He had returned to the ancient coliseum.
The battlefield was quiet.
The corpses of countless destroyed undead beasts lay scattered across the ground.
Thoren took a slow, deep breath.
He could clearly feel the difference within himself.
His body.
His soul.
Everything had changed.
But just then, sothing else caught his attention.
More notifications began appearing before his eyes.
[Level Up!]
[Level Up!]
[Level Up!]
[Level Up!]
[...]
A long series of ssages continued to appear.
Thoren’s jaw slowly dropped.
His eyes widened in disbelief.
He had believed that the Evolution Dew was the only reward he would receive for defeating Malzareth.
But he had been wrong.
Every single one of his undead servants had increased by one level.
"Hahahahaha!"
Thoren burst into loud, uncontrollable laughter.
The sound echoed across the empty coliseum.
Not only had he grown stronger, his undead had grown stronger as well.
His gaze slowly swept across the battlefield.
Every one of them had reached Level 20.
A deep, satisfied grin slowly spread across Thoren’s face.
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