Undead Mage: I Have a Skeleton Clone

But the events that happened to Fang Zhou during this month were enough to change everything in the Wasteland of Strife.

The Bone Dragon Uriel hadn’t slept this month; he couldn’t even fall asleep.

Whenever he thought of the radiant golden brilliance bursting from the Blood Spirit Lord, he became restless and envious.

However, whenever he thought of the agreement he had with the Blood Spirit, the Bone Dragon Uriel felt a bit of anticipation.

With this anticipation, when Fang Zhou was in seclusion breaking through in the place that originally belonged to him, this Bone Dragon unusually kept his promise with Fang Zhou, dutifully guarding him at the Blood Moon Observatory.

And the Corpse Witch Lord Murphite was the same.

Full of expectation, he couldn’t focus on any research or experiments.

He merely stayed outside the Death Energy that surrounded the Blood Moon Observatory, waiting for Fang Zhou to emerge.

In over a month, it was only enough for the Bone Dragon to take a nap.

He had no real objection to Fang Zhou being in seclusion for such a long time at once; instead, he felt it was the norm for the Undead Race.

Anyway, even if he slept in the center of the Death Energy Prism, the improvements he could gain over this month would be minimal.

At the level of the Bone Dragon, the influence of external forces on their power was already negligible, and the Death Energy Prism was no exception.

So, he valued Fang Zhou highly.

So, he valued that so-called big promise that Fang Zhou drew up, which could help others advance in tier!

On this day, Uriel yawned as usual, casually glanced at the other cemetery undead leaders like Tidamia, Sain, Vladimir, and the dark Death Energy Prism, and prepared to continue napping.

This month of Fang Zhou’s secluded breakthrough was also a month of eager anticipation for the cemetery undead leaders.

Although Fang Zhou, the Tomb Lord, was not present, the entire Tomb Territory did not fall into a state of being leaderless.

Before heading to the core of the Death Energy Prism with Murphite and Uriel, Fang Zhou had already arranged everything in the territory with Tidamia, LeBlanc, and others.

For these cemetery undead leaders, it was enough to guard the Tomb Territory according to the Lord’s will and await his triumphant return.

After handling the territory’s military and political affairs, these cemetery undead leaders would invariably come to the Death Energy Prism on top of the Blood Moon Observatory.

While waiting for their lord Fang Zhou, they would temper their bodies in this favorable environment.

Even Uriel, who was dozing by the side, couldn’t help but sigh.

This group of Blood-colored Undead truly resembles their lord, carved from the same mold.

Like Fang Zhou back then, even though these cemetery undead leaders couldn’t withstand the impact of the Death Energy Prism, they repeatedly entered it.

Only when they were nearly collapsed under its frenzied Death Energy Shock would they leave.

After repairing their bodies, they would enter again to endure the Prism’s impact.

Fang Zhou and the cemetery undead leaders were the only ones in the City of Strife who could do this.

The bodies of the undead have no sense of pain, but the gradual collapse of the body affects the Soul Fire, the foundation of being undead.

The trembling of the Soul Fire brings a pain no less than the tearing of the soul.

It can be said that without a strong enough will, as the Death Energy Prism continuously impacts their bodies and the bodies gradually collapse, the Soul Fire of these undead would also dissipate, leading to their demise.

Fang Zhou once endured such pain, persisting little by little.

Now, the cemetery undead leaders are also enduring such pain, persisting little by little.

With this tolerance and persistence, even the proud Uriel, had to show basic respect for these cemetery undead leaders, albeit not as powerful as him.

He was even sure that as long as they didn’t fall along the way, these cemetery undead leaders with such endurance and persistence would certainly grow into formidable beings on par with him!

"That Blood Spirit is like this.

These blood-colored undead who call themselves cemetery undead are also like this.

These cemetery undead still regard the Blood Spirit as their leader!

Where did the Blood Spirit find so many powerful and talented Mutated Undead to be his subordinates?

Really perplexing for a dragon."

Feeling somewhat anxious thinking about these things, Uriel impatiently glanced at the Death Energy Prism again, ready to sleep.

However, this time was different from those past days; he suddenly saw the originally stable Death Energy Prism fluctuating!

Then, a blurred figure gradually became clear, walking out from the dark Death Energy Prism!

The Blood Spirit succeeded in breaking through!

This was Uriel’s first reaction.

How did the Blood Spirit become so strong?!

This was Uriel’s second reaction.

In his huge eye sockets, the Soul Fire flickered incessantly. Uriel intensely watched as that figure, not tall compared to him, slowly walked out from the dark Death Energy Prism.

From blurred to clear, a powerful aura emanated from the figure.

Though it was just a hint, Uriel felt a fatal threat!

It was as if with a slight move from Fang Zhou, he would die.

This feeling had never occurred to Uriel since he awakened his self-consciousness in the City of Strife.

This shocked Uriel greatly.

Who is he?

The Silver Limit Bone Dragon!

A being at the pinnacle of the Wasteland of Strife!

Even when facing a Pseudo-Golden Level spell released by the Baron of Abyssal Flame Demon using a rare purple marvel, he could rely on his Death Breath and bone dragon body to withstand it.

In his mind, even if the Blood Spirit caught a lucky break to advance to Golden Level, the power gap between them couldn’t be exaggerated to such an extent.

This was his pride and confidence as part of the Legendary Bone Dragon race.

Yet now, in front of Fang Zhou, who had just set foot in the Golden Tier for a short time, that confidence derived from his racial heritage was utterly shattered.

It wasn’t just Uriel; as Fang Zhou walked out of the Death Energy Prism, when that wisp of aura leaked from his body, Murphite, who had initially returned to the Mage Tower, appeared again.

Standing beside Uriel, staring at Fang Zhou completely out of the Death Energy Prism, Murphite was shaken!

If Uriel merely felt a fatal threat, indicating that Fang Zhou now had the power to easily kill a Bone Dragon,

Murphite sensed a pervasive crisis!

Even in the City of Strife, a base he had cultivated for hundreds of years, Murphite had a sense.

No matter how many trump cards he used, he might not even be able to harm this mysterious and powerfully originated Blood Spirit.

Most importantly, compared with Uriel, Murphite, who had researched the Undead Blood Moon Will in this region of the City of Strife for a long time, had a deeper understanding of its fluctuations.

He vaguely had a feeling.

It seemed that not even the Undead Blood Moon Will, which enveloped the entire City of Strife and set the iron law that undead creatures couldn’t kill each other, could restrain Fang Zhou anymore.

As long as Fang Zhou wished, he could ignore or even stand above the Undead Blood Moon Will here.

For Murphite, this was simply unimaginable before.

An undead, one born in the Wasteland of Strife.

If he could break the energy constraints of the Wasteland of Strife and ascend to Golden Level undead, that could be attributed to his extraordinary talent and transcendence.

However, when this undead not only broke through to Gold but also defied the Undead Blood Moon Will, it was enough to overturn Murphite’s centuries of research on the Undead Blood Moon Will.

Over a month was a mere span for Murphite’s unfinished experiment.

This Mutated Blood Spirit, who was once not worth his attention, had quietly grown into a powerful entity far surpassing him!

Murphite felt complicated, his desire heightened significantly.

From now on, the City of Strife was no longer the realm of him and Uriel.

A formidable undead, far superior to them, had already grown up!