These withered and shriveled corpses had been dead for countless years already. Yet, they didn’t decay away. When they freed themselves from the wooden stakes and landed on the ground, they rushed forward like wild tigers. Guttural howls came from their throats as they raced ahead with astonishing speed!

In the blink of an eye they ran up from the stone steps and plunged themselves at the lance-holding Do Ermo. The Saint’s weary face revealed an expression of loathing and disgust. He took a step back and fell to a knee, stabbing the lance condensed from light down into the smooth mountain stone.

Bang –

The entire mountain peak trembled and fiercely vibrated. Then, the mirror-smooth summit was torn and smashed apart by a terrifying strength.

Lance phantoms broke free from the ground and shot into the skies. They carried with them a swift and fierce aura, one that could pierce through all things as they tore through the withered corpses that were rushing over.

Burning heat erupted from the wounds, causing these corpses that had not decayed over the years to suddenly ignite like dead wood.

They were instantly reduced to ashes!

Even so, Do Ermo’s crazy slaughter didn’t frighten these corpses away. On the contrary, their attacks became even more manic and wild.

To die...