A dense ball of dark flames gathered in Drago's open maw as he flew towards the body of the half Giant who had crashed into the ground after receiving the full brunt of Wrynn and Yeva's attacks.

•Dark Dragon Breath•

An all consuming flame came bursting out of the massive drake's mouth as it burnt everything it touched to ash in a wide area that nearly consumed the forest if Drago wasn't restricting the range.

However, even faced with the blazing heat of the dark flames, the half Giant did not die as he stood up in rage, its body grew larger and its skin got redder. Part of its skin had been burnt black by the flames but they seem to be slowly regenerating.

In the next moment, a savage aura exploded from him as he forcefully disperse the flames around him and charged at Dragon with staggering speed that completely blindsided the two predatory beastmen perched on the trees awaiting a opportunity to attack.

Arriving above the massive dark drake, the Giant brandish his battle ax with all his might, the wave from the swing alone cleaved a deep rift in the earth that was deeper than the eyes could see.

Such a display of strength even with a berserk skill was beyond the level of an ordinary demon lord level fighter and was approaching the realms of the divine.

A giant's strength was not something to laugh at and given that the half Giant had recently become a demigod, he must've been holding back a lot ot maybe the dark flames had done more damage than he thought. Still, such a strike was not something mortals could easily handle.

However, Drago was a lesser Dragon. One of the ultimate species in the world and thus, such minute difference in tiers didn't matter to him.

His physical abilities alone had already surpassed the average demigod due to its dragon physiology. It also had racial abilies that disregarded any tier suppression and mind influences including physical attack negation.

Thus, a wounded demigo was no match for him as the battle ax bouncer of its black scales that seem to be harder than Adamantine. Dispersing the force of the strike which was what had caused the large rift in the ground.

Enraged by the fact that his attack had been neutralized by tbe dark drake, the half Giant roared and it was about to use a skill. If pure physical attack wouldn't work, then he would just infused his weapon with mana enough to cut through even God Class armaments.

However, it's rage had completely blinded him to the fact that Drago had not attached him alone and had the aid of the two predatory beastmen patiently waiting on the massive trees around them.

Fully aware that their attacks would not do any damage to a demigod. Yeva and Wrynn only goal was to distract the raging Giant for a moment as they appeared in front of his massive head and slashed at his eyes. Sending streaks of sword slashes flying at him.

However, the half Giant reacted with quickly as he instantly stopped his attack and mob r his battle ax to blocked their attacks but that was their goal to begin with.

•Dark flaming Claws•

Moving beside the half Giant like a nimble lizard, Drago swung his flaming claws at the Giant and left a gaping wound on his back, sending the giant tumbling o back in agony.

•Dark Flare•

Not giving the Giant any time to respond, Drago immediately gathered another ball of black flames in his maw and spat out the basketball sized ball of flames as it shot at the half Giant with immerse speed.

Exploding in a perfect sphere with a radius of 100 meters and an internal temperature several times that of the sun.

Even the highly flame resilient Giant could not take such staggering heat and melted away with ear piercing shrieks of pain.

At the same time, the Black Raven Legion were rounding up their battle in the plains as they had successfully reduced the number of ilundead to less than 500 with suffering any casualties even amongst the many injuries.

As Orias reflected a curse back at Demiola, Mia took the opportunity and encircle the Deathlock simultaneously as Orias as they both used their most powerful skills after steadily bring the undead General to the end of the line.

In the next moment, they completely shattered the undead spell caster in a wave of colorful attacks that changed the landscape a bit.

It only took them 2 minutes after that to take care of the remaining undead as all they did was retreat and Drago— who had just retured— promptly burnt them all with a single dark dragon's breath, ending the battle in an instant.

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—At the same time.

The 3rd Regiment of the undead army marched proudly out of the darknar forest and was met with a large spatial gate after moving a considerable distance away from the forest.

Coming to a halt a few meters away from the eerily black Circular portal that had just opened up fully, they then saw two figures casually walk out of the portal as it slowly closed behind them.

One of these figures had utterly stunned them as they all felt the intimidation from the racial suppression that came only from a divine being of the undead race, an ArchLich.

The other figure that walked beside the ArchLich was a young lady with lustrous and silky blue hair that fell gracefully down to her waist. Her deep blue eyes were like the boundless sea, combined with her soft facial features, she was a beauty that wouldn't fail to turn the heads of all men, it was almost supernatural.

They both walked casually towards the undead army that numbers more than 4000 without a hint of hesitation in their steps as it seemed as though they were completely disregarding the army as a threat with only serve to annoy the undead General.

So this is the strength of Lord Zerahut's enemies. How infuriating they are. It seems most of the other units have all fallen. I must correct such disgrace and replace our fallen with the dead bodies of these two.

The General of the 3rd regiment of the undead army was the Soul Dominator. A true demigod wraith named Lezor.

Wraiths were undead creatures born of evil and darkness, despising light and all living things. They could drain the life from living creatures, turning them into new wraiths upon death that would faithfully serve under them.

However, Lezor was not an ordinary Wraith but a soul dominator that had dominion over souls. He could summon countless souls from the underworld that can damage, destroy or even steal the souls of their targets to endlessly increase his strength.

While he was weak physically and not as capable with Magic as some of the other generals, this ability alone made him the most troublesome General of the undead army.

After all, as a purely spiritual being, Lezor was immune to most attacks and Magic as his only weakness was natural sunlight and could not be killed by any normal means.

He appeared as a sinister, spectral figure robed in darkness. A sinister purple aura surrounds him as he floated over his army of undead with a commanding aura.

Soul Summoning – Call of Ten thousand.

Sensing the strength of these two opponents, Lezor did not hesitate to use his skill as he fudge the number of souls required to take on these two was in the tens of thousands and used almost all his energy in summoning them.

Without warning, the souls of countless beings of all races began to materialize in the air all around him as they screamed in absolute despair and agony. Their ethereal figures appear distorted and in pain.

Most of these ten thousand souls were weak but few of them wielded distorted weapons and had powerful soul energies that rivaled the strength of demon lords. It was obvious he didn't have control of the souls he was summoning but they would all obey him.

Eliminate them both!

Granting his team permission to attack with the horde of disembodied souls, Lezor began to chant a ritualistic spell with his remaining energy as his forces moved according to his will.

Seeing the tortured souls charge at them faster than the undead army. Emrys's robes fluttered in the wind as his foot gently left the ground and floated to meet the souls in the air.

•Soul Absorption•

Activating his skill, Emrys spread open his arms like a mother waiting for the embrace of her children, and immediately, all the distorted souls lost their agony and turned to pure energy as they shot towards him and were absorbed by his core.

An illusionary book floated in the air next to him as it rapidly began to flip through its countless pages, recording skills upon skills without an end in sight.

At the time, the undead mages had also finished casting their spells as countless colorful lights flew at them.

•Soul Energy Burst•

Gathering the excess soul energy around his body, Emrys promptly released it in a forceful burst of a sphere of pure soul energy that expanded rapidly faster than anyone could see. Shattering the spells aimed at him as the burst of energy instantly disintegrated everything around him for more than a mile.

In one attack, he had completely wiped out the entire 3rd unit of the undead army as everything in sight was reduced to dust be it living or dead. Even the skies had been cleared as the silver moon's light finally reached the ground.

If he hadn't retrained the amount of soul energy he had used, he would've easily reduced the entire continent to ash. As absorbing over 10,000 souls was more than enough to level the continent so he had only made use of the impurities contained in the souls and had still attained satisfactory results.

However, even though his attack had contained tremendous power, there were still a few people that had survived the blast without so much as a scratch.

Naturally, Erin had easily taken the hit by purifying the soul energy that powered the attack even though such an attack wouldn't damage her if she had simply done nothing, she had simply felt bad for the souls who had decided to help their suffering a little.

Besides her, there were two others who had come out of it unscathed as well.

The first was obviously, Lazor who wasn't in the best of shape had he had almost exhausted his energy only to feed Emrys who had turned out to be his natural enemy as his greatest ability had been rendered useless.

Behind him was a tall and extremely handsome man with a red skin tone and two black curved horns protruding from his head as his eyes glowed in a scarlet hue.

He wore a striped red suit with leather shoes and had his hands on his pocket as he skied smugly at Erin and Emrys whiled slowly taking steps forward.

"A Devil?

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