Chapter 1485: Appearing at the Most Critical Moment

"I can only use that one move!"

The Grandmaster of Dama made up his mind.

He clenched his fists, swept them through the void, and the spiritual power within his body transformed into yin and yang forces—one rigid, one gentle—spontaneously evolving a Taiji yin-yang diagram in the empty air.

The yin-yang diagram slowly rotated, vivid and lifelike.

"Taiji Yin-Yang!"

The Grandmaster of Dama growled low, his blood and qi boiling over, transforming into surging waves that spread in all directions; the skeletons across dozens of kilometers all stiffened at that instant and crumbled to dust with a clatter.

The earth split open in great fissures, but only those liches who had sensed something was wrong beforehand and set up defensive barriers around themselves barely withstood the strike; however, they too were revealed, no longer hidden by the skeleton army.

"Now's the time!"

Zhao Xu's expression shifted, and with a whoosh he sprang into action.

The liches looked identical to ordinary skeletons, having previously been submerged within the endless sea of skeletons.

On top of that, they cast spells to conceal their own auras.

Therefore, Zhao Xu could only rely on his keen spiritual sense to barely distinguish them.

Once a lich was identified, it was a one-strike kill.

The enemy was hidden, while I was in the open.

So even though Zhao Xu was powerful in combat, he had previously been somewhat at a loss when facing the liches.

He could only defend passively.

But now, those liches had revealed themselves, switching from hidden to exposed, and naturally drew Zhao Xu's attention.

In the end, they all died at Zhao Xu's hands.

The Grandmaster of Dama gasped for breath in great gulps, his stamina recovering at an extremely rapid pace; his expression unchanged, he stared into the distance at the spatial rift that was still spewing out massive numbers of skeleton soldiers and stitched abominations.

His brows were locked tight.

He muttered.

"If we don't deal with the spatial rift! This battle... will just go on and on without end."

"How do we deal with the spatial rift... use the same method as with the Dungeons? But with the Dungeons, once you kill all the invaders, or drive them back... the Dungeon rift will close on its own.

But what about this time? How do we kill all the opponents?"

The Grandmaster of Dama smiled bitterly; in past Dungeon invasions, the vanguard had always been Emperor-level ferocious beasts... if those beasts won their contest against the Grandmaster, then the Dungeon rift would open as a matter of course.

If they failed, then the spatial rift would close on its own.

Yet the situation this time was clearly entirely different from a Dungeon invasion.

Just as the Grandmaster of Dama was pondering how to seal that rift, suddenly a crisp bang rang out... it was like a heartbeat, very deep, echoing across the entire battlefield, yet carrying a suffocating aura.

"... This is"

The Grandmaster of Dama's pupils contracted, and he instinctively looked toward the spatial rift.

He saw that the spatial rift had stopped spewing out skeletons and stitched abominations.

He did not feel relieved; instead, his scalp went numb.

A high-pitched dragon roar rang out.

The dragon roar was terrifying beyond measure, imbued with a majesty that made even the Grandmaster's heart tremble.

The clouds in the sky were torn apart in an instant; the earth quaked, and the void shattered.

"... What kind of monster... is about to come out?" Meanwhile, Zhao Xu, on the other side, froze in place, staring intently into the distance.

Shock and disbelief flashed through his pupils.

Under the solemn gazes of the two Grandmasters, a tall man with pale skin walked out of the spatial rift.

The man's face was expressionless; he gripped a staff, and lightning flickered across his body.

"This guy... isn't a living being."

Zhao Xu's brow twitched, and his mind reeled.

Before becoming a Grandmaster, he had been a scholar of traditional Chinese studies, cultivating his character and temperament, with a transcendent state of mind.

Precisely because of this, after becoming a Grandmaster, his combat power did not give him an advantage among peers—he wasn't considered a strong fighter—but his spiritual force was far greater than that of his peers.

And now, using his keen spiritual perception, Zhao Xu detected the strangeness and abnormality of this man.

This man carried no aura of a living being, and his appearance was utterly different from those skeleton monsters... yet he exuded a suffocating presence.

"He's also an undead... but this guy is far stronger than those skeletons!"

Zhao Xu's eyelids twitched twice, and he glanced toward the three golden skeletons locked in combat with Zhang Mingbei in the distance.

What emerged from the spatial rift was not only this pale-skinned man.

Immediately after, a slender woman, as well as a man in a wizard's robe gripping a scythe, also walked out.

The man in the wizard's robe gripping a scythe was named Hack.

His title was the God of Death! He was a deity of another world.

At least, he once was! As for now... he had been dragged down from his divine throne, then resurrected by the calamity of the undead—a fallen god.