Undead Mage: I Have a Skeleton Clone

Trist walked up to Fang Zhou, looking complexly at the tomb army formation not far away, and said, "Lord Fang Zhou... you really have given me quite the surprise!"

Fang Zhou glanced at the plump Vampire Noble and said, "As the guard you hired, I will certainly protect the Merchant Group."

While Fang Zhou and Trist were chatting, the group of Demons in the distance had already drawn near.

At this point, Fang Zhou also began to focus on observing the enemy’s situation.

Unlike the Demons encountered in the Beast Fighting City battlefield and the City of Strife, the Demons here naturally exhibited greater prowess.

In previous battles in the Mythical World or the Undead Realm, these Demons, fighting away from home, would be more or less suppressed by the World Will and unable to fully exert their power.

If it was just a projection, then the combat strength would be even less.

But in the Wailing Blood Plain where Fang Zhou was located, at the junction of the Undead Realm and the Abyss, the environment was suitable for both Demons and Undead to fully unleash their combat strength.

The Demon Army before them seemed to number over five thousand, with the majority being Bronze Tier Demons.

A few Silver-graded Demons were mixed among the Demon horde, urging the others toward the Merchant Group.

Fang Zhou asked Trist at his side, "Lord Trist, should we let them know this is the Blood Moon Merchant Group?"

After all, the Blood Moon Merchant Group is rather famous in the Blood War Furnace and Abyss.

Just in case these Demons had some sense, they might retreat upon hearing their name, one never knows.

Trist thought for a moment, feeling fang Zhou made a valid point.

Immediately, he waved and called over a Ghost, instructing it with a few words: "You... go tell those foolish Demons.

This is Lord Trist’s Blood Moon Merchant Group, tell them to retreat immediately!"

The Ghost, summoned over, looked a bit happy but was dumbfounded upon hearing Trist’s words.

It pointed at itself, then pointed at the fierce Demons opposite.

"Ah? Me?"

"Go quickly, otherwise, you can wait to have your soul refined for breach of contract!"

Trist roared angrily, spittle spraying from his mouth as if washing the face of the Ghost opposite.

For the Undead, they do not have true Death in essence.

Each death is merely returning to the Endless Blood River, becoming a Skeleton and crawling out again.

If lucky, they might turn into a higher-tier Undead.

Compared to Death, soul refining is actually their greatest punishment.

Almost no Undead wishes to accept such punishment.

Spirit refining brings the Undead not only physical and soul pain but, critically, mental anguish.

The Ghost thought about the memories of the pain from spirit refining, shivered, then flew reluctantly toward the Demons.

Fang Zhou watched with relish.

After a brief interaction with the Trist Merchant Group’s Undead, he had already discovered that the Undead in the Blood War Furnace seemed much more developed in wisdom compared to those in the Corpse Hills or the Wasteland of Strife.

The unlucky Ghost didn’t dare get too close, stopping in mid-air at a distance from the Demons.

As the Ghost was moving closer, many Low Tier Demons at the front began to stir.

The hatred from their souls made them almost rush forward and tear apart the Ghost before them.

The Ghost hovered in the sky, shouting toward the Demons: "Do you know what you’re doing?!

We are the Blood Moon Merchant Group. If you are not doing business, quickly let the road clear and leave!"

In the center of the Demon Army, the elite Demons heard the Ghost’s shout.

One Silver-grade Six-armed Snake Demon listened, appearing hesitant.

It turned to another Silver Tier Frenzy Demon: "Blood Moon Merchant Group, killing it is just as repulsive as sticky candy.

Should we raid elsewhere?"

Before the Frenzy Demon could respond, a Burning Fire Demon nearby spoke first.

With the Abyssal flames on him burning fiercely, his voice was as if it came from the vibration of flames.

"Who cares who they are, we don’t often come across the Blood Moon Merchants!

If they are a Merchant Group, all the better! Raiding them means more to eat!!!"

"Exactly! Raid them!!"

Another Corrupt Troll nodded repeatedly, producing a croaking laugh.

The Frenzy Demon gave the final summary.

Raising his heavy Thorny Battleaxe, the Frenzy Demon touched its barbs and said: "Then kill all these contemptible Undead!

I haven’t tried what Blood Moon Merchants taste like yet!

Leave it to me to eat later!"

Following the Frenzy Demon’s summary speech, the Demons’ arrogance became even more rampant.

Seeing this scene, the Ghost at the front knew things were bad.

It observed more and more Demons starting to fixate on him.

Some Demons’ eyes turned crimson, and some even began drooling.

The Ghost quickly turned, attempting to flee, but unfortunately, the time had already run out.

A Silver Tier Sky-Hunting Demon flew out from the Demon forces, chasing with superior speed, and grabbed the Ghost’s body with sharp claws.

The Ghost struggled frantically, twisting his body.

He even attempted to release Spirit Body Transformation but was repeatedly interrupted by the Sky-Hunting Demon.

The Sky-Hunting Demon folded its wings, crashed the Ghost directly into the ground.