Undead Mage: I Have a Skeleton Clone

Chapter 780 - 502: Unlocking Ghost Talent, New Race Evolution!

The Ghosts darted across the battlefield like phantoms, elusive to the eye.

This state of Soul Silence spread as twenty Soul Silence War Drums pounded, their rhythm echoing throughout the lines of the Tomb’s undead. Tomb Runes floated over the drumheads, casting ethereal green ripples across every corner of the battlefield.

The Ghosts gnawing on the Corpse Warriors suddenly screamed. Dark chain-like patterns surfaced on their translucent bodies, preventing them from phasing out to avoid attacks.

Fang Zhou and his Corpse Knight Guard were the primary beneficiaries of these enhancements. With the blessing of the Soul Silence War Drums, the Corpse Knight Guard’s attacks could not be dodged or nullified by the Ghosts, neutralizing their natural racial advantages. Trapped in the center of the battle array and caught in the melee, these Ghosts also lost their advantage of low-altitude flight. Without these two advantages, these rare and powerful Ghosts were nothing more than fragile targets ripe for the taking.

The timing was right, the terrain was advantageous, and his forces were united. This was an opportunity not to be missed. It was time for a full-scale assault.

The wind over the plains suddenly stilled. Fang Zhou raised his Poisonous Skeleton Long Spear high, its tip refracting multiple phantoms under the glow of the Soul Fire. Black mist seeped from the gaps in the bone armor of the 4,000 Corpse Knight Guards. Their steeds pawed at the ground with their forehooves, and the cerulean Soul Fire in their eye sockets flared into raging infernos.

"Crush them!"

Fang Zhou’s roar resonated with the war drums, the soundwave lifting bone fragments from the ground. The Corpse Knights transformed into a torrent of white bone. Wherever their hooves trod, the ethereal green ripples from the Soul Silence War Drums solidified into paths of frost on the ground.

The first charge sliced through them like a hot knife through butter.

As the long spears of the Corpse Knights pierced the bodies of the Ghosts, the sizzling explosion of Soul Silence energy sounded like hot oil being poured on snow. The captain of the Ghost Guard attempted to use his Phantom Ability to escape, but the Soul Silence Rune on the spear tip locked onto his spirit core, biting down hard. Its translucent body twisted in agony, and with a final scream, it shattered into hundreds of Soul Fire fragments that were trampled by the warhorses.

Fang Zhou charged at the forefront of the array, his Poisonous Skeleton Long Spear tracing a purple-black arc through the air. Three Ghost Royal Guards attempting to outflank him were cleaved in half. Their dissipating spiritual matter failed to coalesce before being ground into luminous dust by the hooves of the knights behind him.

Tidamia’s command flag waved in the distance. The wings of the Wolf Fang Formation suddenly closed in, forcing the Ghost Guard into a death vortex less than a hundred meters in diameter.

The Ghost Lord finally realized it was a trap.

When he tried to ascend and retreat, four Skeleton War Chariots suddenly leaped from a pile of corpses, the Soul Capturing Chains on their frames weaving an inescapable net. These chains, reinforced by the Soul Silence War Drums, were specifically designed to counter spirit bodies.

"Pathetic corpses! How dare you—"

Alarm bells rang in the Ghost Lord’s mind, his pale face cracking with a web of crimson veins from his fury.

"Death to all who stand in my way!"

He wielded a long whip formed from coalesced Resentful Souls, lashing out towards Fang Zhou. The whip’s shadow passed over several Corpse Knights, turning them and their steeds into bone dust.

However, Fang Zhou’s Poisonous Skeleton Long Spear erupted with a blinding light—[Soul Silence Brand] had activated.

Time seemed to stretch as Fang Zhou’s spear tip precisely pierced an energy node on the long whip. The undead Soul Fire stored within the brand surged up the length of the whip. The Ghost Lord’s arm carbonized instantly. He screamed, severing his own right arm as the dispersing spiritual matter formed a small soul storm in the air.

"Now!"

Fang Zhou’s boots slammed against his mount’s belly. The Yellow Springs Nightmare reared up, its forehooves wreathed in the soundwaves of the Death Knell Battle Cry. As the purple-black spear glow of a Deadly Strike pierced the Ghost Lord’s chest, a deathly silence fell over the hundred-meter battlefield. All sound was devoured by the Soul Silence Domain, leaving only the faint, crisp sound of spirit bodies disintegrating.

Severely wounded, the Ghost Lord frantically absorbed the Soul Fire from the battlefield, his body swelling into a ten-meter-tall aggregate of Resentful Souls. But Fang Zhou had long awaited this moment.

Tidamia waved the command flag, and thousands upon thousands of Corpse Archers simultaneously loosed their arrows into the sky. These were not ordinary bone arrows but [Soul-Breaking Arrows] inscribed with Soul Silence Runes. As the Arrow Rain approached the Ghost Lord, it was detonated by the Soul Silence War Drums, transforming into a sky-filling rain of silver fire.

The dying Ghost Lord opened its massive mouth, which was split to its ears, and unleashed a [Soul Scream] that manifested as visible silver ripples. Fang Zhou’s vision blurred instantly, and trickles of blood-like Soul Fire seeped from his nose and ears. But in the next moment, he activated his [Death Knell Battle Cry]. The roar that erupted from his throat clashed with the scream, creating a ring-shaped shockwave in the air.

"You can’t escape."

Fang Zhou’s voice was as cold as the waters of the Nether River.

The Ghost Lord’s ruined body was about to rise into the air when he discovered hundreds of chains forged from Soul Silence energy erupting from the ground. This was the [Soul-Binding Matrix], the ultimate trap Tidamia had set in advance, specifically designed for spirit bodies.

Fang Zhou hurled the Poisonous Skeleton Long Spear with all his might; the spear disassembled and recomposed mid-flight, transforming into a ten-meter-long, purple-black Energy Giant Blade.

Battle Qi Slash!

As the Energy Giant Blade descended, the Ghost Lord attempted to gather his remaining spiritual matter to form a shield, but it was instantly penetrated by the spear tip’s [Armor-Piercing] enchantment. His body froze in its final pose before disintegration—his right arm was stretched forward as if grasping for something, while his left eye was frozen in incredulous horror.

When the energy aftermath faded, Fang Zhou stepped over the ground covered with flickering remnants of Soul Fire. His Poisonous Skeleton Long Spear was embedded in the center of the battlefield, its shaft entwined with the last lingering threads of the Ghost Lord’s core spiritual matter.

The thousands of Corpse Knight Guards raised their weapons in unison as the rhythm of the Soul Silence War Drums shifted to a majestic, triumphal melody.

After the Ghost Lord’s demise, without the suppression of the Blood Moon Lord’s authority, the remaining 100,000 undead fell into chaos.