Chapter 230: Death Breath · Shockwave

If someone can cast a row of magic with a single wipe of their hand, regardless of the level of the magic, this person is definitely not a novice, because this involves the issue of elemental interference.

If one can cast more than two spells at a very close distance, it means the opponent has excellent elemental control.

And what surprised the undead even more was that he had cast a row of twelve Burst Fireballs, while the opponent had cast a row of thirteen—exactly one more than him.

Was this intentional or a coincidence?

The undead hurriedly waved his hand, and the Burst Fireballs in front of him shot out with a swish, while his form drifted rapidly backward.

Ang also waved his hand, and the Burst Fireballs in front of him swished, accurately meeting the undead's fireballs, pointing and exploding them one-on-one, with the extra one shooting toward the undead.

The undead retreated while waving his hand, drawing circles in front of him. Every time he drew a circle, a Death Breath Arrow condensed in the center of the circle.

The extra Burst Fireball was pointed and exploded by a Death Breath Arrow, and more Death Breath Arrows shot toward Ang.

Death Breath Arrows were actually the type of magic he was most proficient in, not fire magic. He had just wanted to humiliate the enemy, but discovered that the opponent wasn't someone who could be humiliated casually, so he immediately switched back to his most proficient type.

Death Breath Arrows condensed continuously, shooting toward Ang in an endless stream.

This was actually a very normal routine for mage battles: firepower suppression, adapting to circumstances, seizing flaws, and taking them out in one wave.

However, this played right into the hands of a certain skeleton.

The undead soon discovered with surprise that the skeleton's firepower was even more intense than his, and the number of Burst Fireballs was greater than his Shadow Arrows.

After canceling each other out, there were actually Burst Fireballs that broke through the Shadow Arrow screen, arrived at close range, and then, under the lock of his gaze, made a wide turn and slammed into the undead's body.

A layer of translucent shield appeared on the undead's body, blocking the fireball damage.

"Ku Ba Da, what kind of ghost skeleton is this?!" The undead was so angry he cursed in magic language.

A dignified undead magus couldn't suppress a skeleton in terms of firepower? No one would believe it if it got out.

This couldn't go on. Not to mention being in a stalemate with a skeleton, even failing to win quickly would damage his reputation as an undead magus. And that was a skeleton, a skeleton with low intelligence that wasn't good at magic!!

The undead had already retreated a distance. He took out a bone card and crushed it. Instantly, a "huge" wraith rushed out of the bone card, wailing as it pounced toward Ang.

Why use "huge" to describe it? Because normal wraiths are only the size of a fingernail, drifting back and forth in groups while wailing. They are the lowest-level spirit bodies in the undead world. A tiny bit of death aura can spawn a whole bunch, and they can die in large numbers under the sun.

However, that fingernail-sized wraith had turned into a body size of three or four meters in diameter, its volume increasing by tens of thousands of times. Along with it, its wailing had also increased by the same amount.

The greatest destructive power of a wraith is its wailing. If a wraith appears in your room and you fail to swat it to death, it will circle your ears and scream "Ah ah ah... ah ah ah...", screaming until you can't sleep, suffer from neurasthenia, and feel restless.

If a bunch of wraiths appear in a room, basically that room becomes uninhabitable.

If it's a giant wraith, what it emits isn't just screaming, but a skill—Wraith Shriek.

The giant wraith shrieked at Ang, and a green sound wave visible only to the soul rushed toward Ang in circles, slamming into his soul.

Ang tilted his head, showing no reaction.

The giant wraith was stunned, drifted a few steps closer, and shrieked again.

Still no reaction?

It drifted a few steps closer, drifting and screaming all the way, until it reached Ang's front, blocking Ang's ear canal and screaming.

Wraith Shriek is a mental attack. If one's spirit is particularly strong, one can ignore its damage. As it happens, Ang's mental power...

Ang could ignore this kind of damage, so he didn't intend to pay attention to it. But the little ghost on his finger couldn't ignore it. It really couldn't take it anymore. The little ghost raised its head and shrieked at the giant wraith: "Ao!"

Circles of holy sound waves rushed onto the wraith, as if it were a flesh-and-blood body blocking the front of holy light, instantly sprayed away, leaving only the aura scorched by holy light. This aura was very similar to the smell of drying quilts.

The undead, who was concentrating on brewing magic, was also startled by this aura of holy light scorching and shouted in shock: "Holy light?"

However, the little ghost was too small and still wrapped around Ang's hand. The undead didn't see clearly and didn't notice where this holy light aura came from. Could there be an ambush?

The undead couldn't help but increase his vigilance. But no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't have imagined that the source of the holy light was on Ang's finger.

The holy light cast by the little ghost has additional damage to undead creatures. The holy light cast by Ang, because it is too pure, actually lacks this additional damage.

With the arrow on the string, the undead didn't have time to investigate. He thrust his hands toward the sky, made a posture of holding up the sky with both hands, and shouted loudly: "Sleeping souls, wake up! This is the paradise of the dead..."

Paradise of the dead... Following the undead's call, waves of black smoke surged from the earth. That was pure death aura. Under the eternal night, it was the moment when death aura was most active.

The earth trembled with a rumble. Not long after, dozens of gray-white hand bones poked out sparsely from the ground, and dozens of skeletons crawled up from the ground.

Seeing these skeletons, the undead was not happy but angry, and said annoyedly: "Ku Ba Da, I forgot, Ha Wei has summoned the main army to attack the human front line." The powerful Paradise of the Dead had its power halved because of these external factors...

The sparse skeletons couldn't be called a Paradise of the Dead at all. However, those surging death auras still brought him a little comfort.

Tiptap, tiptap, a burst of rapid hoofbeats came. Two bone horses with soul flames surging in their eye sockets were seen dragging a carriage and galloping over. The speed was so fast that the carriage was about to fall apart, and a fire basin inside bounced up and fell down, bounced up and fell down.

The bone horses came to protect the master.

The two bone horses pulling the undead's carriage couldn't be counted as horses, but horse-shaped skeletons. Because of their body size, their strength far exceeded that of humanoid skeletons at the same level.

But before they could rush over, a white figure emerged from the side, and two large hooves stamped onto the side of the bone horses from the side, kicking them away.

The carriage rolled several times with the horses and landed, the carriage fell apart, and the fire basin scattered.

The two bone horses climbed up and looked at the thing that kicked them. It was actually also a horse, and its head was wearing a "leather hat."

This horse raised one of its front hooves, hooked its toes toward them, and said aggressively: "Your opponent is me, you bone frames as thin as firewood. Come over and let you taste the power of Grandpa Lightning."

The soul flames in the bone horses' eye sockets shot up a notch, and both of them dug their hooves. Soul flames surged on their bodies, slowly armoring them. Soon, the two bone horses were covered in soul armor, turning into sturdy and strong undead warhorses.

The two bone horses snorted, spraying blue flames from their noses, and glared at Lightning, as if to say: Are we still thin now?

Lightning curled his lip, turned around, and twisted his butt toward the bone horses: "Come on, come chase me. If you can catch me, I'll fight you."

The bone horses were so angry that their souls were about to spray out of their nostrils, and they scrambled to rush toward Lightning.

The undead was so angry he was about to die. He had let the bone horses come over to protect him, not to chase other horses.

With a thought, the two bone horses had to glare at Lightning hatefully and turn back to run toward the undead's position.

They turned back, and Lightning also turned back. What horse could be as flexible as Lightning, whose hooves could flip to his forehead? Before long, they were caught up, and the front hooves kicked the bone horses' butts again.

In the end, only one bone horse could be left to deal with Lightning, while the other ran toward the undead to protect the master.

The sparse skeletons also surrounded the undead. Dozens of skeletons couldn't do anything except serve as shields.

The undead guided the death aura, gathered it toward his hands, and then looked at Ang, focusing the soul's focus on Ang—Gaze Lock.

Because there are no eyes, it should be more accurate to call it Soul Lock.

"Surge, mist of death..." With a simple spell, a portion of the death aura turned into mist and dissipated, soon shrouding the undead's position.

Ang looked at the mist nervously. He couldn't see the undead anymore and couldn't lock onto the opponent. Can mist prevent Gaze Lock?

The Burst Fireball could only stop. This second-level compressed magic didn't have a very good effect on mages with powerful shields; it would take a lot of effort to break the opponent's shield.

This situation of not being able to see the enemy gave him a bad feeling, and he couldn't help but reach his hand into the Palace of Rest.

It was his first time facing a powerful mage, and he had no experience in this regard. He didn't even know what the enemy wanted to do by shrouding himself in Death Breath Mist, so he could only adapt to the circumstances.

Some kind of power was gathering rapidly in the mist. Suddenly, a black beam of light shot out from the mist, shining toward Ang. At the same time, a soul shout also came from the mist: "Death Breath · Shockwave!"

Ang only felt as if he had been shone upon by Holy Light Shine. It wasn't just a shine, but the entire beam of light rushed over, all slamming into his body. If hit head-on, it would definitely be more uncomfortable than Holy Light Shine.

So he had shrouded himself in mist just to unleash a big move by surprise.

The Death Breath Shockwave not only hit Ang but also dispersed the mist, revealing the undead inside. The undead saw Ang in the black beam of light and waved his hand excitedly: "Done. Be honored, you stupid skeleton, to actually make me use such a big move to deal with you. This is your glory... Ku Ba Da! You're fine?"

The black beam of light dissipated, only to see Ang standing in place unscathed, holding a purple-gold skeleton frame in front of him. The Death Breath Shockwave had all slammed into the purple-gold skeleton frame.

The remaining force only affected Ang through the gaps in the skeleton frame, but the remaining force, which had been cut into pieces, not only couldn't cause damage to Ang but instead flowed into his body like the coolness of the Wind of Rest, nourishing Ang's bones.

The undead widened his eyes. If he had eyeballs, they would have fallen out. He muttered tremblingly: "Purple... Purple-Gold Body? Whose Purple-Gold Body?"

This question was well asked. Regardless of whose Purple-Gold Body it was, the problem was huge, because there were only two Lords of Mourning in this world: one was Ha Wei, and the other was Luo Ke.

The Purple-Gold Body was also unscathed, but after being hit by the Death Breath Shockwave, it was a bit hot and smoking. Ang shook it, it didn't fall apart, so he stuffed it back into the Palace of Rest.

If the sturdy Luo Ke knew that his skeleton frame had been used as a shield, he would probably jump out of the grave and blow up Ang's dog head.

"You... who are you!?" the undead asked tremblingly.

"God of the Undead," Ang muttered in response, reaching out and wiping in front of him, immediately wiping out a patch of mist, shrouding the position where he was.

God of the Undead? The undead was stunned. What does that mean?

If Ang said he was the sturdy Luo Ke, he would be half-believing, after all, Ang had taken out a purple-gold skeleton.

The only two purple-gold skeletons in the world, one was Luo Ke, and one was Ha Wei. Ha Wei was still alive, so it couldn't be Ha Wei. Then this purple-gold skeleton frame could only belong to Luo Ke.

But saying he was the God of the Undead made the undead want to laugh. If you want to scare people, don't brag about such unreliable things.

However, Ang's actions made him vigilant again. Death Breath Mist? What does this skeleton want to do?

"Do you want to imitate me? Unfortunately, a dead land can only cast Death Breath Shockwave once in a short time, because the death aura remaining here has been used up by me," the undead said with a smile.

Whether it's Death Breath Shockwave or general large-scale magic, there will be similar consequences: the elements in an area are all consumed, and there are not enough elements to cast the next spell.

Therefore, water mages like environments rich in water vapor, and fire mages like volcanic craters. The environment has a multiplier effect on spellcasting.

The death aura had been consumed clean by himself. Even if this skeleton wanted to imitate, there was no death aura to mobilize. Could it be that he just wanted to block his gaze?

Amidst the undead's doubts, a powerful force gathered in the mist. Immediately after, a black beam of light sprayed out.

"How is it possi...!" The undead only had time to exclaim before being swallowed by the black beam of light. Even the skeletons and bone horses surrounding him disappeared without a trace.

Ang looked at the position where the undead disappeared and then looked at his own hand, only to see his palm, the soul's flame burning continuously, transforming into pure death aura.

What is death aura? In fact, it is thin soul energy. It doesn't matter if the death aura is used up. Be a little extravagant, just use soul energy to transform it, right?

He doesn't have other things, but Ang has the most soul energy, because he is the God of the Undead!

In this way, Death Breath Shockwave is clearly the big move most suitable for Ang. Because of magic power limitations, other magic can only be cast at the first or second level. No matter how compressed, it has at most the power of the fourth level, and it can't even break the opponent's shield.

Death Breath Shockwave doesn't need much magic power, only a large amount of death aura. It's simply tailored for him.

Realizing this, Ang suddenly wanted to return something to that undead, because the value of this move was too great.

However, looking around, where was there any trace of the undead? He had already been obliterated without a trace.

Just then, a flash of white light appeared behind him. Ang turned his head and saw a holy beam of light piercing out from the top of the relay tower, then disappearing. At the same time, the relay spirit's terrifying roar came from the tower.

Not good! Did the little angel shine holy light on the relay spirit? ===== CHAPTER 231 =====