Undead Mage: I Have a Skeleton Clone-Chapter 374 - 289: Limit Break Battle Power, Massive Loot Explosion

The Berserker Heroic Spirit held its War Axe level, its Skeleton Blade tearing through the scales protecting the Tyrant Demon’s chest. It pierced the incredibly tough muscles, scraped across bones as hard as fine steel, and finally sank deep into the Tyrant Demon’s chest.

"Fiery Embrace!"

The Tyrant Demon’s roar was earth-shattering as its blood-red bony wings suddenly folded forward, enveloping Olaf within. Black-and-red Abyssal Fiery Fire erupted from the Tyrant Demon’s entire body, forming what looked like a giant egg of flame. The fire entangled with the gray-black radiance on Olaf, producing a violent, crackling explosion like cold water hitting hot oil. In that instant, the entire battlefield seemed to be engulfed by this searing flame.

Olaf’s War Axe was deeply embedded in the Tyrant Demon’s chest, while the demon’s bony wings tightly wrapped around Olaf. The clash of their powers made the surrounding air tremble. The flames from the Tyrant Demon’s Fiery Embrace skill almost completely engulfed Olaf.

However, empowered by Crowned with Death and his Frenzy Golden Body—a skill that made him stronger the more he was wounded—Olaf’s power reached its peak. His Skeleton Battleaxe continued to rotate within the Tyrant Demon’s chest, attempting to widen the wound further. Each rotation was accompanied by the grating screech of metal and the Tyrant Demon’s agonized howls.

"You can’t kill me! You can’t kill me!"

The Tyrant Demon’s roar boomed like thunder across the battlefield, echoing with endless madness and despair. The blood mist spewing from its mouth not only contained the distinctive stench of demons but also carried flickers of sparks. The Skeleton Battleaxe was embedded deep in its chest. The energy of the Undead Attribute surged like a furious tide, each wave devastating the Tyrant Demon’s seemingly indestructible internal organs.

But what would be a fatal injury for a human was merely a self-healing wound for the Tyrant Demon, which possessed immense Life Energy. If only it could break free from this cursed undead creature’s grasp, if only it could... A final hope lingered in its heart. After all, the power of its ultimate move, Abyssal Fiery Fire, was terrifying. Even a Berserker Heroic Spirit like Olaf, wreathed in gray-black light by the Crowned with Death skill, felt a fearsome power capable of melting the very soul.

But for Olaf, a Berserker Heroic Spirit summoned into a skeletal vessel, the pain that would be unbearable for a mortal of flesh and blood meant nothing at all. His eyes saw only battle and victory.

"No..." The Tyrant Demon’s roar was filled with despair and indignation.

In the next instant, the gray-black radiance on Olaf’s body suddenly receded. Then, the Skeleton Battleaxe he gripped with both hands burst forth with an unprecedented black light. The light surged like a raging sea, carrying infinite undead power as it smashed through the Tyrant Demon’s seemingly impenetrable defense of black-and-red fire. Reflected in the flames, Olaf’s skeleton seemed to come alive, letting out a SIZZLE. It was a testament to the violent collision between undead energy and abyssal fire.

As the black light penetrated deeper, the Tyrant Demon’s body began to undergo a drastic transformation. Terrifying black spots spread swiftly like a plague, almost instantly covering its entire body. These spots were not just the corrosive marks of undead power; they were a symbol of the Tyrant Demon’s rapidly fading Life Energy.

The Tyrant Demon felt an unprecedented pain and fear. It let out a heart-wrenching roar, reaching out with its claws in a desperate attempt to crush Olaf’s body. However, Olaf merely stood in silence, quietly watching as the Tyrant Demon’s chest gradually swelled and twisted until it could no longer bear the pressure and burst open with countless cracks. Dazzling black light erupted from these fissures like the breath of the Death God, heralding the Tyrant Demon’s demise.

Ultimately, the Tyrant Demon staggered backward several steps. Helplessly clutching its head, it let out the final, despairing roar of its existence.

With a thunderous BOOM that sounded as if the sky were collapsing and the earth sundering, a fierce explosion erupted from within the Tyrant Demon’s body. This force was so powerful that it not only destroyed the Tyrant Demon itself but also drew everything around it into a vortex of destruction.

Flesh flew and the sound of shattering bones was almost drowned out by the deafening blast. Heavy armor fragments were blown apart, tossed into the air by an invisible hand, then plummeted to the ground like meteors, kicking up clouds of dust. The shockwave, carrying the pungent smell of sulfur and thick smoke, swept across the entire battlefield. Whether it was the feeble Little Inferior Demons, the massive Horned Demons, or even the fully-armored, seemingly indestructible Knights, none were spared. They were all toppled and sent rolling in every direction.

For a moment, the entire battlefield fell into a brief silence. But soon, the demons snapped out of their shock from the sudden turn of events. Cries of grief erupted from the Demon Army, mixed with pain and fear. Those demons that had been savagely hacking away at the beleaguered Skeletons suddenly lost their will to fight, falling into chaos.

Seeing that the powerful leader’s death had finally shaken the Demon Battle Group’s morale, Fang Zhou seized the opportunity to press the advantage. He decisively wielded his Crystal Ball, releasing the Horror Aura skill he had only recently developed. As he waved the Crystal Ball, the aura spread out like ripples, quickly covering the entire battlefield.

The Little Inferior Demons were the first to be affected. They dropped their steel forks, their once-vicious faces now filled with terror. Like frightened chicks, they flapped their fragile wings and scattered in all directions, colliding with one another in a chaotic mess. The simple-minded Horned Demons let out deafening roars. No longer caring about the enemies before them, they frantically searched for an escape route. Any creature daring to block their path—friend or foe—was knocked aside by their massive bodies, becoming nothing more than an obstacle to their survival.

Perhaps the Terror Wing Demons were the luckiest in this catastrophe. As they were high in the sky, they were not directly hit by the explosion’s impact. But when they witnessed the tragic fall of the Tyrant Demon and the panic spreading among their kin below, these Flying Demons reacted immediately. Without hesitation, they wheeled around, flapped their wings, and fled into the distance at top speed, leaving only a few sharp screeches echoing in the air.

With the Demon Legion’s collapse, the people of the Shelter finally saw the dawn of victory. Cheers surged like a tidal wave, resounding through the heavens. The blood-soaked guards and refugees, though utterly exhausted, remained standing amidst the blood and mud, gasping for breath. Their clothes were tattered, and blood continuously seeped from the wounds on their faces and arms, mixing with sweat and dirt to create a wretched sight. Yet, even in such a state, the fire of battle still flickered in their eyes.

Fang Zhou straightened up, looking around with a sense of emotion. The figures still standing amidst the pools of blood and piles of corpses were sparse, at most half the number from before the battle began. Of course, the Skeleton Legion summoned by Fang Zhou had drawn the vast majority of the enemy’s fire. The fallen on the battlefield were mostly his loyal and reliable skeleton guards. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Lu Renjia was half-kneeling amidst a pile of Little Inferior Demon corpses stacked waist-high, his heavy breathing audible from a great distance. The one-armed female Warrior, drenched in blood, sat on the corpse of a Horned Demon Commander; her longsword was plunged so deep into the demon’s chest that she could not pull it out. Lu Yiyi and the Punishment Ranger, Li Guang, both had swollen arms, their quivers empty, having clearly exhausted all their strength providing long-range attacks.

Taking a deep breath of the blood-soaked air, Fang Zhou did not let his guard down. He tightened his grip on the Crystal Ball and cast Resurrection of the Dead on Olaf, who had been severely wounded by the Abyssal Flames the Tyrant Demon had unleashed. Nourished by Resurrection of the Dead, the critically injured Olaf rose to his feet, managing to recover some of his combat strength.