Undead Mage: I Have a Skeleton Clone Chapter 421 - 313: I, Fang Zhou, Never Kill! (Part 2)

Gu Yueyuan appeared much calr. He carefully observed Fang Zhou’s reactions and the surrounding environnt before saying, "Fang Zhou surely understands this as well. I don’t think it’s a big problem. As long as he unleashes his full firepower, breaks through this small group of Centaurs, and rushes deep into the dense forest, he can escape alive." Amidst the tense discussion, everyone’s gaze once again focused on Fang Zhou on the livestream, waiting with bated breath.

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In the depths of the dense forest, Fang Zhou remained calm in the face of crisis, quickly scanning the group of Centaur demons before him. Although they were nurous, his keen eyes quickly noticed an important detail: there was no sign of a Priest among them. This discovery slightly eased the tension in his brow, as he knew the absence of a Priest ant they lacked a central commander.

Therefore, he unhesitatingly raised the Undead Magic Ball in his hand. The spell was already forming in his throat, ready to erupt at any mont.

"Death Ripple!"

Following the low, powerful incantation, a terrifying wave of Spiritual Power swept out like a storm, instantly enveloping twenty to thirty Centaurs. The gray-black ripple and a rain of arrows descended almost simultaneously, continuously striking their heads, bodies, and even the ground beneath their feet with a deafening roar.

The ground trembled, and the air filled with a pungent, burning sll. Under the sudden onslaught, the Centaurs let out wails of agony.

"All troops, attack!" Fang Zhou’s voice resounded across the battlefield.

Six or seven Skeletons remained by his side as guards, while the rest charged the enemy without hesitation the mont he gave the order. Pale weapons drew cold arcs through the air, inflicting new wounds on the Centaurs before they could even recover from the magical assault. The clash of bone against flesh and the pained cries of the Centaurs intertwined, creating a grim song of war.

During a brief respite, Fang Zhou glanced at the vision provided by Gugu, his Pearl Bird. Besides the demons gradually approaching from two other sides, he also spotted traces of them appearing behind him.

Heh, you tricky bastard... trying to lure into a trap!

Fang Zhou scoffed internally. He knew he couldn’t waste ti and had to deal with the enemies in front of him quickly. Otherwise, the consequences of being surrounded would be dire. The real boss hadn’t even shown up yet, so Fang Zhou dared not dally.

The Skeleton Flying Spears he unleashed targeted the Centaurs in the worst condition. Each spear carried lethal power, felling them one by one. As each target fell, the mana restoring effect of his Gallows Rune greatly enhanced his combat endurance.

Then, he unleashed wave after wave of Death Ripples as if they cost nothing. The successive explosions blasted the demons on that side to pieces. The Centaur Warriors staggered in pain before finally collapsing, blood gushing from their wounds.

The few remaining Centaurs who weren’t yet dead saw their kin rushing to reinforce them. They imdiately abandoned the fight and fled, bypassing Fang Zhou to regroup with the others. Their eyes were filled with fear and despair, but the instinct for survival drove them from the field of slaughter.

Fang Zhou had no ti to check the spoils of war. He imdiately turned and gathered the Skeletons in front of him, staring intently at another, larger group of Centaurs rushing toward them from the front.

Another Apprentice Upper-rank elite!

Moreover, feedback from his Soul Realm indicated this demon’s Soul Strength was much greater than that of the powerful Centaur Priest from before. Fang Zhou’s brow furrowed, a grim look clouding his face. Last ti, a single Centaur Priest had consud a great deal of his energy. This ti, it was a much more seasoned Centaur Elder.

"Undead Mage, was it you who killed my kin?" the Centaur Elder’s voice echoed across the battlefield.

When it saw the scene before it—the human mage clearly the master of the surrounding undead—it imdiately understood. The culprits, which it had assud were an "Undead Species," were actually just the summoned creatures of this human Undead Mage!

Despite its shock and uncertainty, it had no intention of stopping. Besides, it sensed the Undead Mage’s aura was rely at the Apprentice Upper rank. With the strength of its tribe, what was there to fear? Blood debts must be paid in blood!

"Your kin?" Hearing this, Fang Zhou’s mind raced as he imdiately denied the accusation. "You must be mistaken. I never take a life."

The Centaur Elder gazed at the field of Centaur corpses just below it, struck speechless by the human’s shalessness. But Fang Zhou faced it with a sincere expression, as if he had truly never shed a drop of blood.

Seizing the Centaur Elder’s brief mont of confusion, Fang Zhou unhesitatingly summoned thirty more Skeletons. They erged from the Void wielding pale weapons, like warriors stepping out of the Netherworld. A string of practiced spells imdiately left Fang Zhou’s lips.

"Skeleton Blade!"

"Brutal Aura!"

"Iron Wall Aura!"

Next, he activated the Berserker Heroic Spirit Mark. Within a few breaths, Olaf’s iron-tower-like body rose from the ground, standing before Fang Zhou like an inviolable War God.

In a situation like this on the battlefield, arguing was pointless. Fortune favors the bold!

Thus, Fang Zhou didn’t bother with words. His goal of buying ti had been achieved, so he decisively chose to strike first.

"Crowned with Death!"

At Fang Zhou’s command, Olaf and the Skeletons quickly ford ranks to et the enemy.

Seeing Fang Zhou make a move, the Centaur Elder’s anger blazed even hotter. "So it was you! Today, you will pay for what you did to my clan!"

With a roar, it swung its Magic Staff, intending to summon Totem Pillars to bless the warriors who were already clashing with the Skeletons, enhancing their combat power. However, Fang Zhou had already seized the initiative. He waited attentively for the Centaur Elder to cast.

During the last battle, Fang Zhou had watched the Centaur Priest summon Totem Pillars up close, so he was well aware that the long casting ti gave him a perfect opening. The mont the Centaur Elder began to move, Fang Zhou imdiately cast Skeleton Shackles, interrupting it.

Praise be to Bai Xiaochan! Fang Zhou thought. After its Extre Enhancent, his Skeleton Shackles had a high chance of inflicting a silence effect.

The Centaur Elder suffered a backlash from its own magic. Its body shuddered violently as if it had taken a heavy blow. The nearly completed spell to summon the Totem Pillars was interrupted, forcibly snuffed out. This unexpected blow plunged the Centaur Elder into a mont of agony. It hadn’t expected its opponent to be so cunning. He was so familiar with its combat style that he could decisively interrupt a spell at the most critical mont.

Fang Zhou’s cool-headed and decisive actions had given him the upper hand from the very start of this life-or-death duel. He enjoyed watching his opponents suffer the backlash from their own actions. In his previous combat training, he had used this technique repeatedly to interrupt casters and seize the initiative.

The Centaur Elder grunted. Before its short staff had even fallen from the backlash, it unleashed another green energy ball. Fang Zhou t it with a Death Ripple. The green poison and black ripple collided in midair, then splattered across both sides’ formations.

Both sides had unleashed area-of-effect spells!

For a mont, they were evenly matched. But it was the Centaurs on the front line who truly suffered. Unlike the Skeletons, who felt no pain, they howled in agony when the Death Ripple struck them. If the Elder hadn’t been personally supervising from the rear, a few of the Centaurs would have likely slacked off and tried to hide in the back.