Undead Mage: I Have a Skeleton Clone

If Corpse Witch Lord Murphite emerged victorious, he could easily repel the incoming Abyssal Demon camp and resolve this crisis.

Likewise, if Flame Demon Baron Azkaban won, he could just as easily tear open the Undead Sky Screen and reduce this City of Strife, which had always been under Murphite’s protection, to nothingness.

Under normal circumstances, in a Wasteland of Strife–type Undead Realm fragment like this, under the care of the Blood Moon Will, a same-level Abyssal Demon Caster would definitely not be a match for a Corpse Witch Lord.

However, Azkaban was different.

Not only was his own Mana powerful, having reached the Silver Limit and earning him the Baron title bestowed by the Abyssal Will, this time he had come at the head of an Abyss Expedition Army, and he was thoroughly prepared.

One hand gripped a staff, the other held a book.

The Magic Staff was merely Blue Fine-quality Equipment.

For such a high-status Flame Demon Baron, owning a Blue-quality Magic Staff was nothing surprising.

But that book was not so simple!

A single book, yet it radiated a thick, Fiery blaze.

Not only did the dense flames on Azkaban’s body originate from this book, even the Fiery flames he had bestowed upon the Blade Demon cluster likewise came from this book!

Because this book itself was an item that surpassed Blue Fine quality!

An Abyssal Marvel, the Book of Desecration Flame.

As a Marvel of Purple Rare quality, its might was far from something Blue Fine Equipment could compare to.

On this point, Fang Zhou, who possessed the Purple Rare Marvel Berserker Heroic Spirit Mark, had even more authority to speak.

Berserker Heroic Spirit Olaf had accompanied him from his Apprentice Tier all the way to his current Silver Limit, providing Fang Zhou with incomparable assistance and helping him survive countless life-or-death situations where he defeated the strong with the weak.

And now, the Flame Demon Baron Azkaban, floating in midair, also possessed his own Purple Marvel.

As a Demon Caster who was already powerful to begin with, his combat strength naturally soared like a tiger given wings.

With the Book of Desecration Flame in hand, Azkaban merely flipped open a page, and he granted the Blade Demon cluster flames several times denser than those he could cast himself, and far more persistent as well.

Each page represented a top-tier Flaming Magic of tremendous power.

Even Casters who had stepped into the Silver Limit needed a period of channeling when Casting Silver-level Magic.

Yet Azkaban, holding the Book of Desecration Flame, needed only to use his own Magic Energy to trigger those Silver-level Flaming Magic—and even Golden Level Magic—that had long been stored within the Book of Desecration Flame!

The battle below had already begun.

Azkaban was not idle either.

Maintaining the Fiery blessing on the Blade Demon cluster, Azkaban slowly injected his Abyssal Demon Energy into the Book of Desecration Flame.

The Purple Marvel, shrouded in flames, flipped open another page.

Then, high above.

A Flaming Giant Sword, entirely condensed from dense Fiery flames and measuring dozens of zhang in length, gradually took form, carrying a terrifying might that could tear and burn everything as it swept toward Murphite!

The Flaming Giant Sword tore through the Undead Sky Screen.

Murphite, high in the sky, did not move, but the misty tentacle behind him, which extended deep into the City of Strife, suddenly seemed to become tangible at this moment and began to tremble violently.

The next instant!

A pitch-black Skull of Death shot skyward, charging up to meet the incoming Flaming Giant Sword!

Hiss!

Like a ladle of water thrown into molten lava, when that pitch-black Skull of Death, condensed entirely from the purest Death Energy, met the Flaming Giant Sword, billowing green smoke spread out!

The Flaming Giant Sword continued its downward cut, the flames within burning everything around it.

At the same time, the pitch-black Skull of Death was also corroding and wearing away the Flaming Giant Sword.

At this moment, even the flow of time seemed to slow considerably.

Under Fang Zhou’s gaze, the Flaming Giant Sword drew closer and closer to Murphite.

Meanwhile, the Flaming Giant Sword, constantly being corroded and worn down, rapidly shrank.

By the time the Flaming Giant Sword was only a few meters away from striking Murphite, this Abyssal Flame Magic, which was enough to completely annihilate hundreds to thousands of Low Tier Undead, was finally worn away and vanished.

This was only a probing attack.

Neither Azkaban nor Murphite had revealed their true strength.

Yet even such an attack, if it had fallen on Silver-level beings on the battlefield other than those Undead leaders and Demon nobles, would have burned them, erased them, and turned them to ash!

Within the City of Strife, flames flickered in Fang Zhou’s eyes.

Although the Magic clash in the sky just now had been tremendously spectacular, he himself had not actually felt much danger.

In this way, Fang Zhou gained a clearer understanding of his own strength.

Although in terms of Four-dimensional Attributes, he was still somewhat inferior to the Corpse Witch Lord or the Flame Demon Baron in the sky,

in pure combat power, he probably was not that far behind them.

Even so, having personally witnessed combat at this level, his desire to advance to the Silver Limit, and even to advance to Gold, grew all the more urgent.

Those many Silver Demons in the Abyssal Demon camp represented a vast number of Blood Moon Blessings and Soul Power.

The many new-breed Undead Creatures in the City of Strife, on the other hand, meant the race templates he needed to advance to Gold, as well as the essential materials for fully excavating his potential.

Right now, both sides were in the midst of battle.

Whether on the Abyssal Demon side or the City of Strife side, their strength was not to be underestimated.