Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge-Chapter 804 - 494: Emperor Banner VS Three-Clawed Blood Dragon_2

Chapter 804: Chapter 494: Emperor Banner VS Three-Clawed Blood Dragon_2

At this moment, Mo Yi’s combat prowess was entirely capable of taking on a Seventh Tier, Pseudo-Holy Domain entity in a fierce battle and even achieving victory.

However, facing five Seventh Tier, Pseudo-Holy Domain Three-Clawed Blood Dragons at once was no different from courting death!

The Blood River Demon Soul Formation had been significantly strengthened. If pushed to its limit, it could hold off three Three-Clawed Blood Dragons for a short while.

Any longer, and the formation would inevitably be torn apart, ultimately leading to her defeat.

And now, there were as many as five here. This was enough to turn the tables and slaughter all the living beings around.

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“Retreat? Why retreat? Just five Three-Clawed Blood Dragons; watch me handle them effortlessly.

Mo Yi, seal off the surrounding space, and make sure these Fifth Tier Epics can’t escape.”

It was time to release a certain skill and see how formidable it truly was!

Zi Liyuan’s gaze was profound, and in the next moment, a terrifying aura spread out from him.

This was a horror that seemed like a god and a demon, like an abyss and a prison, real and yet illusory.

Zi Liyuan, whose attributes were already extremely terrifying, saw them skyrocket the instant he actively activated the [Power of the Nether Emperor].

[Power of the Nether Emperor (Red): Passive Effect (When casting Nether-type spells, consumption decreases by 75%, power is amplified by 50%, spells two tiers lower than oneself are instant cast); Active Effect (Activate the Power of the Nether Emperor, all attributes are amplified by 20 times, all skills’ power is amplified by 200%, cooldown time 6 hours, duration 30 minutes)]

The activation of the talent skill caused Zi Liyuan’s all attributes to surge from [Nether Emperor Demon Body] 155,200, [Nether Emperor Spirit] 168,900, [Power of the Nether Emperor] 149,100

directly to: [Nether Emperor Demon Body] 3,104,000, [Nether Emperor Spirit] 3,378,000, [Power of the Nether Emperor] 2,982,000.

A 20-fold all attributes amplification!

The changes this brought to Zi Liyuan could only be described as terrifying.

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With a wave of his hand, the surrounding space seemed ready to tear and shatter.

And his Spirit, while expanding its detection range, seemed to penetrate the cosmic barrier of this world, witnessing a different universe.

In the universe of all heavens, stars were as numerous as cattle, flickering and flashing, each moment marking the demise of a world or the birth of a world.

Just as Zi Liyuan was perceiving the changes happening to him, his heart tightened with an unsettling feeling of being watched.

Simultaneously, an endless, low murmur seemed to rise with this sensation.

This sound crossed mountains and seas, traversed interstellar galaxies, softly echoing by the ear and yet distant as an ethereal void.

The Evil God’s gaze!

The Evil God’s temptation!

The Evil God’s lure!

In a flash, Zi Liyuan understood why he was in this state.

But it didn’t matter; any Evil God daring to approach would be noted in his little book.

When he truly embarked on the path to becoming a Deity and Demon, igniting the Divine and Demon fire within, becoming the new deity of Death, it would be the time to settle scores with these Evil Gods!

But for now, it was time for a battle!

Zi Liyuan’s eyes flickered with a bloodthirsty light.

In the next instant, his entire being dragged a series of afterimages and appeared in front of a Three-Clawed Blood Dragon.

With a punch, the surrounding space directly collapsed, fragmenting into countless spatial rifts and shards.

The terrifying force of space tearing acted upon Zi Liyuan yet was blocked by a power of the Nether Emperor emanating from within.

An unrivaled, domineering punch, carrying an immense force as vast as the sea, struck the head of the Three-Clawed Blood Dragon.

“Bang!”

A massive explosion echoed from the Three-Clawed Blood Dragon’s head.

In the next moment, the terrifying force, like tidal waves, battering again and again on the head of the Blood Dragon.

Space shattered like glass under the impact of the punch.

The Blood Dragon’s head turned into a sky of blood mist, disintegrating from the top.

In mere seconds, the mighty and majestic body of the Three-Clawed Blood Dragon transformed into a vast expanse of red mist.

Instant kill!

In the battlefield below, over ten thousand Fifth Tier Epic warriors suddenly coughed up blood, staining the ground red.

A hand grown from secret techniques was as powerful, naturally bound to the one who invoked them.

Thus, the Three-Clawed Blood Dragon being felled with a single punch resulted in a severe backlash.

Despite merely seeing them cough up blood in unison, each incurred serious internal injuries.

Were it not on a battlefield, fraught with perils, by this moment, Zi Liyuan would hardly suppress his internal urges.

“A mere Three-Clawed Blood Dragon, nothing special; next, it’s your turn.”

Having smashed a summoned entity with Seventh Tier, Pseudo-Holy Domain combat power with one punch, Zi Liyuan wasn’t yet satisfied.

His gaze swept around, finally focusing on the remaining four Three-Clawed Blood Dragons.

The fearsome gaze caused the four Blood Dragons to retreat several feet in unison.

“Kill!”

Suddenly, shadows overlapped.

Clouds of blood mist scattered in the air.

In a split second, three Blood Dragons were blasted into misty blood debris.

As Zi Liyuan prepared to finish off the last Three-Clawed Blood Dragon, Mo Yi suddenly intervened.

“Li Yuan! Leave the last Blood Dragon to me. I want to attempt integrating this creature into the Artifact Spirit Banner’s long flag.”

The Three-Clawed Blood Dragon was, after all, a being condensed by a battle formation of Fifth Tier Epics through secret techniques.

For Mo Yi, this creature held considerable allure.

The Blood River Demon Soul Formation craved devouring and merging with blood and Demon Souls, after all.

The Artifact Spirit Banner suddenly emitted a powerful force.

A Sixth Tier Legendary Orc Demon Soul emerged, wielding massive axes.

Behind it was a group of Fifth Tier Demon Souls, both Human and Alien Races, forming a ghost formation under some force’s command.

Ghost Qi engulfed the area in an instant.

The Blood River spread, engulfed surroundings, space constricted.

Spectral fiends loomed, death energy surged, transforming the region into a forbidden domain.

A massive force of death surged from the Artifact Spirit Banner, imbued into the Sixth Tier Orc Demon Soul.

As the Power of Death poured in continuously, the Sixth Tier Orc Demon Soul became grotesque and fearsome. A formidable orc spirit soared from within.

With a face blue, fanged like an Evil Ghost, imposing and filled with deathly chill.

An Orc Race Ghost King forcibly catalyzed and solidified into existence.

“Roar!”

The hundred-meter tall Ghost King roared skyward, charging the remaining Three-Clawed Blood Dragon.

A melee ensued!

The Ghost King’s massive axes severed through the Blood Dragon.

Each strike left a scar.

Scales shattered, flesh torn.

In mere minutes, the Three-Clawed Blood Dragon was covered in axe wounds.

Had it not been for its blood energy, a formidable force preventing depletion, allowing constant healing, it would likely have been cleaved into many segments by the Orc Ghost King’s axes.

Meanwhile, this battlefield was not just the site of the Orc Ghost King’s melee.

Countless Demon Souls streamed from the Artifact Spirit Banner, assaulting the Fifth Tier Epics weakened by backlash.

Ghostly shadows surged like a flood, besieging the Human Epics.

Crippled by backlash, their combat power was a mere tenth, battle formations unusable, facing endless Demon Soul assaults.

These Fifth Tier Epics could only coalesce into a defensive circle.

Regrettably, facing the overwhelming Demon Souls, especially tens of thousands of Fifth Tier Demon Souls, without injuries, they might barely hold their ground.

Sadly, gravely wounded, they were left to be peeled layer by layer like onions by the Demon Souls.

If not for Mo Yi’s command to preserve their corpses, the Demon Souls would have tore them to shreds.

After all, being Fifth Tier, the signature pieces of the old demonic crone’s hand, they were undoubtedly rich in essence, not to be wasted.

Thus, habits like homicide or dismemberment were wholly unfavorable.

Sounds of battle, roars, and howls echoed through the battlefield.

The clash between the Ghost King and the Blood Dragon saw one’s death energy grow stronger while the other’s blood energy waned.