Chapter 1447
In an instant, sparks burst out from Leon’s skeletal frame. After being attacked for more than ten seconds, Leon finally found an opening to swing the Reaper's Scythe, and the shadow behind him vanished as well.
Leon stretched out his bony claw and touched his own skull. The surface showed no sign of injury—he could barely feel a faint mark, but when he touched it again, even that trace was gone.
The undead feel no pain—at least, there’s no pain when the bones are struck. Even if the bones are shattered, there’s no sensation. Leon chuckled as he felt his own skull.
Turning into a skeleton isn’t without its perks—bones are the ultimate defense. No need for shields. As a Skeleton King, Forty-Seventh Rank, his bones weren’t just tough—they had terrifying regenerative powers. Facing that recent attack, just standing still, even that Vampire Lord Soul Group couldn’t hope to kill him…
That’s right, the level forty-five Vampire Lord here. This guy hovered in midair, staring at Leon in shock—he’d never expected Leon to be so strong. Facing those deadly claws, Leon didn’t even bother to defend himself. Even when struck at the joints, his bones only showed faint marks, which vanished instantly.
How are you supposed to fight that?
He’d thought this was just a lone Skeleton King. When a Skeleton King is alone, it usually means he’s lost to another Skeleton King, stripped of his command over the undead, maybe even his powers—just surviving is already lucky. Though he looked like Forty-Seventh Rank, he probably didn’t even have the strength of a Forty-Sixth…
If he killed this Skeleton King, Forty-Seventh Rank, he’d get a Soul Fire—a massive fortune. In the Undead Plane, that Soul Fire could double the size of his territory.
But he never expected this to be a disgraced, exiled Skeleton King—he was far stronger than any Skeleton King of the same rank…
The Vampire Lord, pale and bloodless, radiated pure evil. Fear flashed in his eyes. He glanced at Leon, then—without hesitation—turned into a swarm of bats and scattered, fleeing for his life…
Leon scratched his head, puzzled why the Vampire Lord would run after just one combo attack. To make things worse, he’d foolishly turned into a swarm of bats to escape—wasn’t that just asking to die?
If he’d just run away properly, maybe—just maybe—he could’ve escaped with the vampire’s natural speed. But now, turning into a bunch of bats that could be swatted down in droves, did he really think he could get away?
Vampires are good at surviving—splitting into countless bats and scattering, moving fast and in huge numbers. As long as one bat escapes, he won’t die. Of course, the more bats lost, the heavier the injuries, but he’ll live in the end, right?
Against a Skeleton King, Forty-Seventh Rank, that’s actually the best way to escape. Split into tens of thousands of bats and scatter—no ordinary skeleton could stop more than a handful, maybe a few hundred at worst…
Too bad he ran into a disguised Skeleton King…
Leon scratched his head, still confused, but his hands didn’t slow. Death energy surged into the Reaper's Scythe.
In an instant, the Reaper's Scythe became a blur around Leon. Gray moonblades spun outward, exploding and spreading to cover a wider area, splitting into even smaller gray moonblades.
In just one second, Leon’s attack covered a range of over ten kilometers. Huge moonblades shot out, exploded, and split into smaller ones, which split again into even tinier gray moonblades.
By the end, each moonblade was only the size of a palm, but their numbers were beyond counting. It was like a rainstorm of moonblades over ten kilometers. Each blade’s power dropped a thousandfold, but the coverage was immense…