Otherworldly Skeleton Evolution

*Boom!*

Another Blood Hell Blade Guard bit the dust as Jiang Cheng snatched a gem, tossing it into his cloak. His sword morphed into a longbow in a blink, unleashing four arrows into the distance.

This time, he was gunning for three bosses at once.

Since he was here and his attack power could one-shot even more bosses, why not go all out? More kills meant more XP and Evolution Points in his pocket.

Level 39 and counting – just 1.2 million XP shy of hitting the big 4-0.

Once there, he’d slap on that Dragon-Slaying Divine Ring, cranking his damage up another 0.3 times and scoring a skill that doubled his Divine Power.

Plus, he’d get to tackle the level 40 Spider Queen dungeon and awaken another dual passive. Sweet deal.

*Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!*

*Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!*

As his arrows zipped through the air, Jiang Cheng’s skeletal form had already blazed 300 meters away from the Blood Hell Blade Guard.

He let two power-packed arrows fly, aiming for a massive tree 300 meters out – right in the other two bosses’ line of sight.

*Boom! Boom!*

Two Blood Hell Blade Guards and a Blood Hell Frenzied Guard had him in their crosshairs.

The Blade Guards were already winding up their Blood Hell Blade Slash, while the Frenzied Guard was gearing up for a Blood Hell Grip.

That Blood Hell Grip was no joke – it could instantly zap 50% of an opponent’s HP.

If one more enemy crashed the party, even Jiang Cheng might be in hot water.

So, playing it safe, he closed the gap again in a flash.

He summoned the Elite Tomb-Guarding Archer, ordering a Shockwave Arrow to shut down the Blood Hell Frenzied Guard’s skill.

But in a heartbeat, a black flame erupted on the Elite Tomb-Guarding Archer’s body.

*Boom!*

“-15,987!”

A massive damage number popped above the Elite Tomb-Guarding Archer’s skull.

In an instant, the Elite Tomb-Guarding Archer crumbled into a heap of dry bones, scattering across the ground.

Jiang Cheng’s heart skipped a beat.

One more step, and he’d have been the one pushing up daisies.

But… that “if” didn’t apply to him.

With his insane reflexes and sixth sense, Jiang Cheng could dodge danger before it even materialized.

The Elite Tomb-Guarding Archer? Not so lucky. Poor bastard got wiped out in a blink.

“Greetings, Leader!”

“This subordinate pays respects to… to Lord Mo You!”

As Jiang Cheng skidded to a halt, four imposing Blood Race members emerged from the desolate Blood Race forest.

The Blood Race looked human-ish, but taller and with faces that’d make your blood run cold – like someone had slapped a beast’s mug on a hulking dude’s body.

Most of the Blood Race rocked this look.

As Jiang Cheng had carved his way here, their ugly mugs hadn’t changed much.

But this new Blood Race guy? His face could’ve passed for human.

Decked out in a red robe and wielding a blood-colored staff, his features were dead ringers for a human’s.

If Jiang Cheng hadn’t looked twice, he might’ve mistaken him for one of us.

“A bunch of undead rabble gave you this much trouble? Tch, my brother’s troops are going to the dogs.”

Mo You’s face twisted with disdain.

That earlier attack had already shown him what this undead was made of – and it was pathetically weak sauce.

“We have sinned!”

“We have sinned, Lord Mo You. Please, punish us as you see fit.”

The leaders hit the dirt, quaking in their boots. They were terrified Mo You would rat them out to the Blade Guard Commander and strip them of their ranks.

“Hmph, this trash isn’t worth my mana. Handle it yourselves. I’ve got better things to do.”

Mo You couldn’t be bothered. With a swish of his robe, he turned to bounce, not even gracing Jiang Cheng with a second glance.

The Frenzied Guard, Demon Guard, and Blade Guard leaders got the message, nodding.

They were fuming, too. How dare some two-bit undead carve a path to their city’s doorstep?

What the hell were their grunts doing?

“You useless lot! A bottom-feeding undead that can’t even take one hit from Lord Mo You—”

*Boom! Boom! Boom!*

Three Hell Firewalls erupted at the leaders’ feet out of nowhere.

Raging flames licked at their heels, and the three leaders howled in agony.

“Argh! What kind of hellfire is this?! It’s scorching my very soul! Run for it!”

They bolted from the Hell Firewalls, but the terror clung to them like a second skin.

“Damn bag of bones! You can’t even withstand one of Lord Mo You’s attacks! I’ll—”

*Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!*

Four Black Ice arrows found their mark in his face, shutting him up for good.

Even as a former Supreme God, Jiang Cheng had his day in the dirt.

But he wasn’t one for words. He let his fists do the talking until they couldn’t open their traps anymore.

*Clink clank!*

A sound like chains dragged from the depths of hell rang in the leaders’ ears.

A chain scythe materialized above them.

In a flash, a black skeleton wielding a Black Ice Warhammer dropped from the sky, ready to turn the three leaders into pancakes.

*Boom!*

The warhammer crashed down, unleashing a thunderous explosion. The blood-soaked ground cracked under the impact, and the shockwave sent rock shards flying in all directions from Jiang Cheng’s position.

*Pfft pfft pfft pfft…*

A hail of rock shards peppered the three leaders and their Demon Guard and Blade Guard lackeys.

With the warhammer’s armor-piercing and area damage, plus the 300% bonus within 30 meters, and Jiang Cheng’s Dark Attribute Potion boost to Dark Intimidation, the damage numbers were off the charts.

“-635,698!”

“-639,567!”

“-623,358!”

“-699,997!”

In the blink of an eye, the Black Ice Warhammer sent the three leaders and two Blade Guards flying like ragdolls.

The Blade Guard leader crash-landed right at Mo You’s feet, who had just turned around to see what the ruckus was about.

“Hmm?” Mo You’s expression shifted, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints.

“One hit to lay out Little Dao? Seems you’re not your garden-variety undead.”

Mo You masked his shock, his tone now cool as a cucumber.

“Your offensive power’s got some bite. Interesting. But too bad, killing you will only take one move.”

*Boom!*

As Mo You’s words hung in the air, he waved his staff. A blood-red magic circle flashed into existence beneath Jiang Cheng’s feet.

Jiang Cheng found himself locked in place, unable to budge an inch.

In a heartbeat, a swarm of blood-red magic missiles filled the sky, raining down on Jiang Cheng from ten directions like a hellish meteor shower.

This was Mo You’s self-cooked ultimate technique – Blood Star!

It could freeze an opponent in their tracks with magic, then bombard them with endless magic missiles until they kicked the bucket!

The poor sap on the receiving end had no choice but to wait for the sweet release of death, with zero chance to fight back!

He’d once used this move to ice the Demon King’s Ninth Son, who’d tried to silence him after a failed recruitment pitch!

Sure, Mo You talked smack about Jiang Cheng, but he knew better than to pull his punches, even against a seemingly weak foe.

And judging by the strength this undead had shown, it was worth going all out.

Of course, no amount of muscle would matter now.

Mo You had unwavering faith in this move.

Because to this day, no sorry soul had managed to crack his Blood Star!

*Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh…*

The magic missiles came down like a torrential downpour, pummeling the black skeleton’s skull. A smug grin had already plastered itself on Mo You’s face.

But in the next heartbeat, that smile froze solid.