Undead Mage: I Have a Skeleton Clone

"Uriel! Don’t push me!"

Eventually, Azkaban is the Silver Limit Baron of Abyssal Flame Demon.

After being knocked away, he stabilized and immediately flew above the cluster of Blade Demons, blocking the way between Uriel and the Blade Demon cluster.

The Magic Staff had already been put away, and now Azkaban held the Book of Desecration Flame in both hands, shouting with a fierce but hollow intensity.

"With the Book of Desecration Flame in my hands, I have the power to perish together with you!"

Indeed, neither Murphite nor Uriel knew whether Azkaban had the ability to activate other powerful spells inscribed in the Book of Desecration Flame.

But for Azkaban, the appearance of the Bone Dragon made the destruction of the City of Strife impossible.

The Burning Fire Demon Legion had already been entirely wiped out, and Azkaban didn’t want the remaining Abyssal Demons to follow the same path as the Burning Fire Demon Legion.

Bone Dragon Uriel was truly strong.

But as a Silver Limit Flame Demon Baron and with the Book of Desecration Flame in hand, Azkaban naturally had some confidence to fight and win.

However, the other Demon Lords might not be so assured.

To protect them, Azkaban could only let it go for now.

Uriel stopped the Death Breath from his mouth, looked uncertainly at the Book of Desecration Flame in Azkaban’s hand, and couldn’t help glancing at Murphite.

Murphite nodded slightly.

Having received confirmation from Murphite, Uriel backed down.

Silver rank spells were not a concern; at worst, its already battered body might become a bit more damaged.

As long as the bone structure wasn’t destroyed, it would recover eventually.

But Golden Tier spells, especially powerful flame spells, could indeed potentially blow it and Murphite to pieces here!

Roar!!!

With an angry roar, Uriel did not retreat, but the dark light in its mouth gradually dissipated.

It bet right!

Feeling slightly relieved internally, Azkaban said expressionlessly, "Undead, this time, I’ll let you hang on a bit longer.

Next time, I’ll skin and break your bones!"

After speaking these seemingly strong but actually frightened words, Azkaban waved his hand expressionlessly, intending to turn and leave.

At this moment, another dark Death Energy Slash flew out from the depths of the City of Strife.

"Do you think our Wasteland of Strife is just a place for a demon like you to come and go as you please?!

Azkaban, leave your life here!"

Fang Zhou rode the Blood Spirit Nightmare, leading the Blood Spirit Knight Guard slowly rising from the center of the City of Strife.

"It’s you!

You dare to appear before me!"

Azkaban tightened his grip on the Book of Desecration Flame, preparing to cast a spell.

But at this point, he was already at the end of his rope, fierce on the surface but timid underneath, only posing to scare Fang Zhou away.

Fang Zhou’s Soul Eagle Eye could see through the Abyssal Flame Demon Baron’s magic energy, noting its volatility had dropped to its lowest point, so naturally, it wouldn’t be intimidated by his bluffing.

"I am the Undead Lord Blood Spirit of the Tomb, my two Lords.

The Blood Moon Will is guiding us, how can we let this group of Abyssal Demons that have caused havoc in the City of Strife escape?"

Fang Zhou held high the Blood Spirit Long Spear, speaking righteously.

He wasn’t wrong.

Since Fang Zhou arrived at the battlefield of the City of Strife, he had been tempted by the Undead Blood Moon Will, urging him to immediately join the battle against the Abyssal Demons.

Evidently, the invasion of the City of Strife by these demons had utterly enraged the Blood Moon Will fragment within this Undead Realm, making it instinctively want to expel these invaders.

However, neither Fang Zhou, nor Corpse Witch Lord Murphite or Bone Dragon Uriel were among the top powerhouses in this world.

To some extent, they could resist the lure and summon of the Undead Blood Moon Will.

Of course, this didn’t mean they wished to see Abyssal Demons escape completely.

Judging by the strong reaction of the Undead Blood Moon Will, if they successfully killed or expelled this group of Abyssal Demons, they would surely receive significant rewards.

In the air, Murphite and Uriel exchanged a glance, nodding in satisfaction.

Their previous play-acting was merely to force out Fang Zhou, the outsider.

Their wisdom level was quite high, at least fitting their Silver Rank status.

Earlier, Fang Zhou and his Blood Spirit Knight Guard had suddenly appeared at the battlefield’s edge, then swept in like a whirlwind to destroy the enemy’s critical Fireproof Demon Legion.

In the sudden chaos, they vanished into the depths of the City of Strife.

This made both sides of the battle feel a great threat.

As such, as the leaders of the City of Strife, Murphite and Uriel naturally wouldn’t welcome Fang Zhou benefiting while they and the Abyssal Demons fought fiercely.

Nodding, the souls of the three undead leaders touched slightly in mid-air, understanding each other’s intentions.

First eliminate these demons, then divide the spoils!

The Bone Dragon Uriel added emphatically that Fang Zhou should exert great strength.

The Abyssal Flame Demon Baron Azkaban, preparing to retreat, also detected this clear soul wave.

Although he lacked time to decipher its exact meaning, as a battle-hardened, demon noble, his combat instincts sounded alarm bells.

Once more drawing his original Flaming Staff, just as he prepared to cast, Fang Zhou was already leading his Blood Spirit Nightmare in charge, aiming his spear directly at Azkaban.

The Blood Moon hung high in the sky, dyeing the gray mist with a sinister red hue, making the sulphur fire glow from the Abyssal Demons appear feeble and weak.

Behind Fang Zhou, the Tomb Undead Legion rallied into action.

The Blood Spirit Knights led by Tidamia proudly sat astride Skeleton Warhorses.

Blood Curse Runes flickered incessantly on the knight’s heavy armor, while the Long Spears they tightly held exuded a chilling aura.

In the sky, Apache commanded the Blood Spirit Giant Bats, blotting out the sun, their wing-beats resembling rolling thunder.

On the opposite side, Abyssal Flame Demon Baron Azkaban let out a deafening roar.

Its five-meter-tall frame resembled a moving volcano, with lava-like skin cracked and spewing thick black smoke.

Tightly grasping the Book of Desecration Flame, its pages flipped, every vellum page branded with burning runes.

Thousands of Blade Demons waved serrated scimitars, Frenzy Demons’ muscles knotted like steel, Sky-Hunting Demon clusters hovered at low altitude like a moving fire cloud.

Azkaban made the first move.

It raised the Book of Desecration high, a crimson fire column erupting from its pages, rushing skyward.

In an instant, the sky split open, revealing an abyssal fissure, and Golden Tier spell Flame Storm rained down.

Flame rain fell like meteors, exploding into countless lava pits on the ground, scorching even the air into distortion.

"Death Energy Shield!" Fang Zhou shouted, simultaneously raising his arm with Murphite, Uriel.

The Corpse Witch Lord’s Bone Staff shot out beams of purple-black light, the Silver Bone Dragon raised its head, spewing Frost Breath.

From Fang Zhou’s palm, a multitude of pale Resentful Spirits surged forth, wailing and spiraling, intertwining with the beams and Frost Breath to form an impenetrable Undead Shield.

Flames crashed into the shield, detonating with a dazzling flare.

Resentful Spirits wailed and perished in the flame’s burn; ice and black flames bit and collided, creating a deafening sound.

Ultimately, though the Undead Shield shattered under the flame’s impact, the residual power of the Flame Storm was successfully neutralized.

Immediately afterward, Tidamia wielded his Blood Spirit Long Spear, commanding loudly, "Crush them!"

With his command, two thousand Blood Spirit Knights launched a charge like a steel torrent.

The eye sockets of the Skeleton Warhorses ignited with blood-colored Soul Fire; their iron hooves struck the ground, scattering waves of rubble.

The Heavy Armor Knights lowered their Long Spears, Blood Curse Runes on the spear tips flaring up, transforming into streams of scarlet light, shooting toward the enemy.

Roaring, the Frenzy Demon clusters met the charge, their Giant Axes clashing fiercely with the Blood Spirit Knights’ Long Spears, bursting into showers of sparks.

At the moment of impact, the spear tips of the Blood Spirit Knights suddenly erupted in corrosive toxic mist.

Like deadly plague, the toxic mist spread rapidly, melting the Frenzy Demons’ muscles like wax, exposing their gleaming white bones.