Chapter 341: Undead Scourge! (Part 2)

"It seems that you, Sect Master Tang Xiao, are very confident that you can take my move."

Wang Zhao saw this, so the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

Then, without saying much, he slowly raised the Holy Scythe of the Dead in his hand, but the blade was not facing Tang Xiao and the Great Elder of Haotian Sect, but facing the blue sky.

Immediately, his lips moved slightly.

The magic he was about to cast was called - Undead Calamity.

It was one of the famous skills of Yi Lao.

The effect is that Wang Zhao can open the maximum number of undead gates he can open through this magic, and then frantically summon undead creatures from different spaces. It is a kind of group summoning magic. Wang Zhao can build a large-scale undead army with this, which is so terrifying.

This kind of magic often requires the caster to summon the mysterious space that exists in an unknown place. It is easy to say in the plane of Yi Lao's previous life, but if it is on Douluo Continent, even if Wang Zhao can cast this kind of magic, he may not be able to directly summon the undead, let alone raise an army of undead.

However, who let Wang Zhao have Yi Lao, a person who was once said to be able to become the god of death at any time, a terrifying existence who can open up a plane by himself, and an extremely reliable big plug-in with him.

As early as when Yi Lao handed over the dead soul holy sickle martial spirit he had built to Wang Zhao, he also handed over the undead half plane that was originally passed on to Huo Yuhao in the future.

And in that undead half plane, there are even nine-level, which is the terrifying undead creature corresponding to the titled Douluo level of the Douluo Continent!

"Shua!"

Instantly, the sky darkened.

Then a gray light spot suddenly appeared in the sky. Just when Tang Xiao and the elder were puzzled, the gray light spot began to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a flash, it turned into a dark abyss that covered the sky and the sun. The ancestral land of the Haotian Sect became completely dark. With the extremely strong death and evil spirit revealed in the abyss, everyone seemed to be covered with a layer of haze and felt extremely depressed.

"What skill is this...?"

Tang Xiao couldn't help but tighten the Haotian Hammer in his hand, and his eyes kept scanning back and forth between the dark abyss in the sky and the Saint of the Spirit Hall, and he had some understanding in his heart.

The "one move" mentioned by the Saint Son was probably not as easy to take as he thought.

Before Wang Zhao could answer, or Wang Zhao didn't even plan to answer Tang Xiao, the next moment, it seemed as if something fell from the abyss that was suspended in the sky and covered the sky.

That was...

A corpse? Skeleton?

Countless people focused their cautious eyes on the fallen object, and then they couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

However, this was just the beginning.

I saw that the little skeleton that fell on a square in the mountain of the ancestral land of Haotian Sect suddenly moved strangely.

The next moment, a faint blue flame suddenly lit up in its originally empty eye sockets.

Then, it bent its body and slowly stood up.

Countless members of Haotian Sect were also surprised to find that the skeleton had no palms on its arms, and there were only sharp bone blades at the ends.

What kind of monster is this? !

The strange feeling that came over them made several disciples of Haotian Sect who were not far from the skeleton on the square couldn't help but take a few steps back, even though they could faintly feel that the aura of the skeleton didn't seem to be that powerful.

At this moment, another skeleton fell from the dark abyss in the sky.

Then the third, fourth, and fifth...

"Hua! Hua! Hua!!!"

Instantly, the dark sky seemed to be raining heavily.

Or, it would be more appropriate to call it "rain of the dead." Because, there was no rain falling at all, it was simply an endless army of dead souls descending on the ancestral land of the Haotian Sect!

Skeleton warriors, ghost horses, white bone giants, bone dragons, ghosts, death knights...

"Ah! What kind of monsters are these?!"

"Elder! Save us!"

"So many, so many skeletons, they are holding knives and axes... Woo woo woo, I'm scared."

"Dragon... Bone dragon, I've seen the Bone Douluo of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect before, how come the aura of this bone dragon seems to be not much weaker than that Bone Douluo's after opening his martial soul true body?!"

"What is this? My Clear Sky Hammer actually passed through it? There is no entity?!"

"Ah! Sect Master, come and save us..."

"..."

The Clear Sky Sect, which was sunny just now, is now filled with wailing sounds one after another, but the army of undead is still falling from the sky, and the dark abyss reveals a dead silence, which is in sharp contrast to the "bustle" below. The evil spirit is rising and raging, and the scene is like the end of the world.

Not far in front of Wang Zhao, Tang Xiao had already rushed down without caring about him, thinking only of rescuing his sister Tang Yuehua, and then the disciples of Haotian Sect; and the elder also wanted to rush down, but he paused, suddenly stopped rationally, and cast a somewhat horrified look at the instigator in front of him.

"You... are you going to destroy my Haotian Sect today?"

He met Wang Zhao's eyes that were as dead and deep as the abyss, and for a moment he couldn't ask the countless doubts in his heart, but just trembled.

Wang Zhao turned around indifferently.

"I said, 'One move', you'll be able to take it later. If you can't take it, it's none of my business how much loss you will suffer later on."

"You are a super Douluo. Can you save more if you go down and help now? Or are you going to follow me to the tree over there to make a cup of tea?"

The Great Elder of the Clear Sky Sect opened his mouth when he heard this, then clenched the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, and finally rushed towards the ancestral land.

Wang Zhao held the Holy Scythe of the Dead in his hand, and his distant sigh echoed through the void.

"Undead and natural disaster. Undead, natural disaster..."

…

The next day, a piece of news called "The Undead Catastrophe" quickly spread across the entire continent through the Free Guild Newspaper and several newspapers established with the support of big forces to follow suit. This was after the emergence of the new seven sects not long ago. Another major earthquake in the mainland soul master world.

"Damn it! Have you heard that? The ancestral land where the Haotian Sect retreated was trampled to the ground yesterday!"

"Look! The pictures have been published in newspapers. I don't know where they came from..."

"What the hell? This 'ruin' is the ancestral land of the Haotian Sect?!"

"Of course, if you read the words in the newspaper, the instigator, the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace, Li Ming..."

"What happened?"

"I suspect that this has something to do with Suntian Douluo Tang Hao becoming a fallen soul master not long ago."

"How about the Haotian Sect?"

"Heavy losses, great vitality...but the people should not have been wiped out like the flattened buildings in the picture, otherwise the news would have been that 'Haotian Sect was wiped out'."

"Tsk, having said that, I felt that something was wrong with the battle between His Royal Highness the Holy Son and the master of the Dragon King Palace. It turns out that what our Holy Son is good at is not actually single-target combat..."

…

From then on, the Holy Son "Li Ming" became famous in one battle. Just like his remaining words after the war, countless people began to call him the walking punishment of heaven, the monarch of the undead and... the natural disaster of the undead.