Undead Mage: I Have a Skeleton Clone Chapter 372 - 288: Assault on the Demon Leader, The Caster’s

In the chaotic Battle Group, Fang Zhou continuously cast spells, barely maintaining the stability of the battlefield while also paying close attention to the Tyrant Demon’s every move. When he saw that the middle-aged warrior was about to be slain by the Tyrant Demon, he quickly commanded a nearby Elite Giant Shield Skeleton to block the fatal strike for him.

The middle-aged warrior is the beginner guide NPC for the Shelter Defense Battle. He’s definitely important. If he really dies at the hands of the Tyrant Demon, my clearance rating for this will be greatly reduced.

Just then, the middle-aged warrior, having narrowly escaped death, let out an angry roar. He lay on the ground, his entire body aching as if he had been crushed by a heavy object. His chest felt as if a boulder was pressing down on it, and every breath was accompanied by excruciating pain. In his previous clash with the Tyrant Demon, the middle-aged warrior’s stamina had been completely drained. He could only lie motionless on the ground, cold sweat pouring from him as his bluish lips opened and closed like a dying fish.

However, the middle-aged warrior’s courageous stand had indeed bought the other warriors ti to regroup and launch another offensive.

As the Tyrant Demon advanced on the middle-aged warrior, radiating a palpable killing intent, five fully-ard, lee Skeletons blocked its path. At the sa ti, the other powerful fighters on the battlefield—Lu Renjia, the one-ard female warrior, and Olaf—each broke free from the entangling Demon Legion. They carved a bloody path through the scattered corpses and limbs to quickly converge on the Tyrant Demon’s position.

Their arrival gradually turned what had seed to be a one-sided slaughter into a coordinated hunt.

The Tyrant Demon found itself completely surrounded, but it showed no fear. Instead, it opened its maw, which was filled with sharp teeth, and spewed forth blazing flas while letting out a heart-stopping, maniacal laugh. As the Tyrant Demon’s massive body lunged forward, reeking of sulfur, Lu Renjia felt a visceral horror, even though he had already resigned himself to death.

At that mont, the Tyrant Demon suddenly turned its gaze to the one-ard female warrior.

As a cunning and deceitful demon commander, I know to pick off the weak ones first. Once I eliminate the weakest enemy, this supposedly airtight encirclent will instantly collapse.

The Tyrant Demon swung its massive, fiery blade, leaving a blazing trail in the air as it slashed down at the one-ard female warrior. If this strike connected, she and her armor would be cleaved in two.

However, the brave warrior did not retreat. She overca her fear and reacted instantly, leaping backward while concentrating all her strength into her sword to et the Tyrant Demon’s blade. With a sharp clang of tal, the powerful impact sent the one-ard female warrior tumbling backward. Although she managed to regain her balance, her entire arm went numb, as if it had been smashed by a giant’s iron hamr. She still gripped her sword tightly, but she couldn’t feel the hilt at all.

The Tyrant Demon’s maniacal laughter never ceased. Seemingly indifferent to its opponent, it raised its fiery blade high once more, preparing to deliver the killing blow.

At this critical mont, two Skeleton Battleaxes glowing faintly green flew out from the side. They crossed precisely in front of the one-ard female warrior, intercepting the Tyrant Demon’s fatal strike. Using this brief opening, Lu Renjia rushed forward with the others and pulled the injured warrior out of the Tyrant Demon’s attack range, buying her precious ti to recover.

Olaf fearlessly charged the Tyrant Demon, activating the exclusive abilities of his Berserker Heroic Spirit Golden Body Skill Tree. In an instant, the two battleaxes in Olaf’s hands beca a whirlwind of steel, fiercely hacking and slashing at the Tyrant Demon’s body. The blades raked across the Tyrant Demon’s knees, waist, and ribs, leaving deep gashes in its thick tal Armor. Ultimately, however, the armor held, and the demon suffered no significant damage.

Temporarily overwheld by Olaf’s rapid assault, the Tyrant Demon flew into a rage. It abandoned all defense, its fiery greatsword flashing out in a wide arc. The Tyrant Demon’s more vulnerable ribs took two heavy axe blows in return. This ti, the thick armor failed to completely block the attack, and dark red blood seeped from the cracks.

In that sa mont, the Tyrant Demon’s greatsword grazed Olaf’s shoulder, followed by the sound of splintering bone. Yet an injury severe enough to gravely wound a human Professional was a re trifle to Olaf, the Skeleton Heroic Spirit. Without a trace of fear, it continued its assault on the Tyrant Demon.

Just then, Lu Renjia arrived, leading a group of enhanced Elite Skeletons. They brandished their weapons and charged the Tyrant Demon, their bodies shimring with the light of various Enhancing Magic spells. The arrival of these Elite Skeletons put the Tyrant Demon in an even more precarious position.

Surrounded, the Tyrant Demon used its fiery greatsword to fend off a wave of the Skeletons’ attacks before suddenly opening its fang-filled maw to spew a jet of scorching fire. The sudden blast of fire caused several Giant Shield Skeletons at the front to instinctively raise their shields. However, this seemingly imposing jet of fla was barely hotter than an ordinary fire. The Tyrant Demon’s little trick had caused all the Skeletons in front of it to defend, creating a fatal flaw in the otherwise tight encirclent.

This montary lapse gave the Tyrant Demon its chance to counterattack. With a deafening roar, its fiery greatsword carved a devastating path through the air, seeming to ignite the very atmosphere as it aid for the shield wall that several Skeleton Warriors struggled to hold aloft.

The blade struck once, then again. Not even a hamr striking an anvil would feel so heavy. The Skeleton Warriors’ bony fras groaned under the massive impacts, so fracturing and others twisting, but they stubbornly held their ground. However, despite their resilience, they could not withstand the Tyrant Demon’s devastating series of blows and collapsed to the ground.

The Tyrant Demon cackled, whirling around as its blade swept out to the left in a flash of light. Lu Renjia was on the Tyrant Demon’s left. His reflexes were superb. Seeing the greatsword sweeping toward him, he shouted and dropped to the ground with the agility of a leopard, attempting to dodge the deadly blow.

But the Tyrant Demon’s speed was beyond imagination. As swift as his movent was, he failed to dodge it completely. The edge of the blade scraped against his helt, leaving a deep gash and sending sparks flying. Lu Renjia was instantly dizzy, the world spinning around him as he collapsed helplessly to the ground, his fate uncertain.

However, the Tyrant Demon did not deliver the finishing blow. At that mont, Fang Zhou, from a distance, waved his hands. Black chains rose into the air like living, spectral snakes and quickly coiled around the Tyrant Demon’s body. The chains, which emitted a faint blue glow, tightly bound the Tyrant Demon, restricting its movents and preventing it from rampaging any further.

At the sa ti, Olaf launched a fierce counterattack from another direction. With a roar, it swung its heavy Skeleton Battleaxe. The weapon sliced through the air with a whistle, carrying a sharp killing intent as it aid squarely for the demon’s previously struck ribs.

However, the Tyrant Demon was a powerful demon leader, after all. It gave a furious roar, swinging the broad blade of its fiery greatsword like a shield to easily deflect Olaf’s battleaxe. The fiery blade imdiately swung back in a counterattack.

CLANG!

A loud sound rang out as the weapons t.