The sky on the twenty-first layer was a desolate gray.
The ground below cracked, and in the distance, the ruins of several collapsed structures could be faintly seen.
The air was thick with a scent of decay and rust, resembling an ancient battlefield abandoned for centuries.
The Duke stood on a pile of rubble, his gaze fixed ahead.
There, a giant horse covered in bone plates stood quietly.
The horse was more than twice the size of a normal warhorse, its four hooves stepping on eerie green flas, with ominous lights burning in its eye sockets.
On its back, sat a Knight clad in silver-white armor.
The armor’s design was ancient, the chest plate engraved with so lost emblem, and the visor of the helt lowered, concealing the face within.
The Knight held a massive lance in one hand, its tip pointing to the ground, with eerie green flas dancing on the lance tip.
Undead Knight, late Level 2.
The Duke could feel the overwhelming sense of pressure coming towards him, unlike the demons that fought on instinct earlier, this opponent had tactics, awareness, and genuine combat experience.
The Knight moved.
It didn’t charge, rely raised its lance slowly, the tip directed at the Duke.
Then, the horse beneath it stomped down with all four hooves simultaneously, the eerie green flas erupting, rging the man and horse into a silver-white stream of light, crossing a hundred ters in an instant.
The lance thrust forward.
The speed was so fast, the strength so powerful, it was enough to annihilate any early Level 2 opponent in one strike.
The Duke didn’t take it head-on.
His body disintegrated suddenly at the mont the lance touched him, transforming into countless earth-colored light particles, dispersing on the spot.
The Knight’s lance pierced into emptiness, with the bone horse charging forward tens of ters before it could barely stop.
It turned its head, those fla-burning eye sockets staring at the earth-colored light re-condensing.
The Duke’s form appeared again ten ters away.
Earth Elent Transformation, turning the body into pure elental particles upon encountering an attack, rendering any physical strike ineffective.
The Knight didn’t pause.
It charged again, the lance sweeping horizontally, the eerie green light at the lance tip forming a crescent-shaped blade covering tens of ters of area.
The Duke beca the elents once more.
The blade swept through, the sand mist ford by the Duke getting sliced.
Yet the mist rely paused, then swiftly re-gathered and flowed, taking human form again ten ters behind him.
The Knight pulled the bone horse to a halt, its fla-burning eye sockets fixed on the Duke, a faint chilling hum echoed from beneath its visor.
It didn’t charge again.
Instead, it slowly raised its left hand, grasped with fingers.
Eerie green light gathered in its palm, forming a flickering fla.
This wasn’t ordinary fla, but undead energy, carrying decay and withering aura.
The fla left the hand, trailing a long tail, flying towards the Duke.
The Duke raised his hand, and a wall of sand rose from the ground.
The fla hit the sand wall and exploded with a thunderous sound.
Eerie green light scattered, as the sand grains touched by the fla instantly lost their luster, turning gray and falling.
The Duke frowned slightly.
That was the corrosive trait of undead energy, capable of eroding flesh and contaminating pure elental matter.
The sand wall was blown open with a breach, more eerie green flas surged through the gap.
The Duke transford into elents again, the sand mist scattered in all directions.
The flas chased after the mist, weaving and tracking in the air like they had life.
The sand mist re-aggregated tens of ters away, as the Duke pondered sothing.
In that instant earlier, so flas stained his elental body.
Even though he promptly stripped away that portion of particles, a sharp pain still ca to his spirit.
The Knight didn’t give him a mont of reprieve.
It raised its right hand again, the light gathered in its palm beca gray this ti, the breath of death.
A gray wave diffused from its palm, instantly covering a hundred ter radius.
That was an undead spell, Death Ripple, directly eroding life force.
The Duke didn’t withstand it directly.
His body disintegrated once more, but instead of ordinary mist, it rged right into the land beneath.
Death Ripple passed over his head, turning all the remaining rubble and dried bones in range gray, but didn’t harm him.
After three breaths, the Duke reappeared from the ground ten ters behind the Knight.
He raised his hand, tallic yellow sand surged from his sleeves, forming dozens of sharp sand spears shooting towards the Knight’s back.
The Knight didn’t even turn its head.
The bone horse beneath it suddenly swung its tail, the tail of bones sweeping out and shattering all the sand spears.
But those shattered spears didn’t dissipate, instead transford into countless tiny sand particles, adhering to the Knight’s armor and the horse’s body.
The Knight paused slightly, as if sensing sothing.
It lowered its head to look at its armor, the silver-white plates already crawling with dark golden sand particles.
The sand particles were worming in, drilling into the armor’s gaps.
The Knight roared lowly, erupting with eerie green light, trying to shake off the sand particles.
Yet the particles remained unmoved.
These were tallic yellow sand, having absorbed magic tal, they had strong resistance against energy corrosion.
The undead energy washed over the sand particles, rely dimming their surface montarily, then they restored as before.
The Knight finally acted.
It released the lance, gripping the shaft with both hands, beginning to chant so ancient incantation.
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