The old man dodged, but not completely.
Dead Bone wouldn't have possibly failed to predict this skill. From the initial flank attack to the employment of army-soul skills, to the control of Hong Yi's Illusion Technique, everything was aimed at one goal - beheading.
The old man made a prediction.
And Dead Bone also predicted his prediction.
In an instant, hidden under the dense gray mist, the Underworld Ghost Market hazily appeared in the sky, like a mirage.
The old man, amidst a Light Flash, couldn't escape the confines of the Ghost Market.
The moment he opened his eyes, a Rakshasa with a green face and sharp teeth was right in front of him.
His spear struck like a dragon.
"But I am no weakling."
"Same illusion techniques won't affect me twice."
Gold light flowed from his hand, and tiny golden luminescence floated around him, as if they were little golden swords.
Around him, several dozen Radiant Spirits were also trapped in the Ghost Market.
This was his dependence.
Thud thud thud thud–-
Several Radiant Spirits were stabbed until they burst.
Several Radiant Spirits were blown up.
And several others fell into silence.
From the corner of his eye, the old man noticed two more figures appearing around him.
One had a calm complexion, as if seeking to purify sins.
The other had a ferocious look, his body was unusually sturdy as if a black meat mountain.
"There are two more powerful ones?"
But with careful observation, he could tell that despite their vastly different physical features, their essential aura were completely the same.
This is the same person!
In less than twenty seconds, more than half of the Radiant Spirits around him had been injured or killed.
Meanwhile, the old man still hadn't found a way to break out of the Ghost Market.
He had guarded the tower for countless years, witnessed the rise of numerous powerful beings, seen every kind of troop, skill and talent, but he simply couldn't recognize what skill or talent had transformed into the Ghost Market and these three figures.
The old man had no more time to think.
He had been forced to a dead end, unable to dodge.
The green-faced, fanged strongman moved through the golden light, reaching closer to him. The brown patterns on his body came to life, emitting roars that formed an Evil Heavenly Dragon, piercing through all the light walls relentlessly.
Without reducing his momentum, he surged through the old man's body.
Tens of meters away, the figure of the Rakshasa appeared again from the mist.
Behind him, the sound of crackling explosions spread.
The old man, frozen in his place, saw his pristine white battle robe crumble, and then he himself shattered into nothingness.
"I ... I have been beheaded?"
That had not happened in a long time.
The old man was one of the guardians of the Red Tower, even if he was beheaded, he could still watch the battle as a spectator, just no longer able to command.
He looked onto the field.
The Underworld Ghost Market slowly faded away, the green-faced strongman, the woman in a red dress, these two powerful beings, fending off numerous Radiant Spirits, swiftly returned to their army.
They had been severely injured.
The old man stroked his beard.
"Though I have died in battle, I have also exhausted this army's significant strength."
He had to admit, this army was excellent. Both in tactics and individual strength.
But, this army was lacking in foundation.
Their level seemed not high.
Apparently, quite a few warriors had not even reached the elite-level?
With this strength, they were unable to deal with the remaining more than a thousand Radiant Spirits. No matter how strong the green-faced strongman and red-dressed woman were, their strength had a limit.
They could not prevent the impending doom.
"In the end, the victor will still be me..."
Before he could finish his sentence, his eyes widened in shock.
From around the Undead Legion, a magnificent mountain suddenly emerged, with white bones piled on top, forming the highest throne.
An invisible mighty power spread out.
As if from this moment, this place became the territory of the King of Skeletons.
Each Radiant Spirit slowed down their actions, by more than a beat.
The ripples in the space were rippling, and some Radiant spirits followed the battle AI and rushed into the Mountain of Deathremains, while more Radiant Spirits were forced to stay outside. For a moment, the battlefield was divided into two, one inside and the other outside.
The Undead Legion transformed into a meat grinder, swallowing up hundreds of Radiant Spirits in the blink of an eye.
Then, another batch of Radiant Spirits rushed into the Mountain of Deathremains.
This cycle continued.
When the Mountain of Deathremains was continuously attacked by the outside Radiant Spirits and could no longer isolate space, the old man saw only a sparse group of Radiant Spirits remaining on his side.
"Foolish! You are all so foolish!"
But he knew he couldn't blame these Radiant Spirits, who lacked wisdom and strategic perspective. Ultimately, he...
Had been careless and failed to dodge.