Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

In the kingdom of God, the god of plague rose up. He wore a grey-green robe, was as thin as a skeleton, and his skin was covered with pustules.

His eyes were small, but frighteningly bright, as eerie as a rat's.

He looked at the person outside the Kingdom of God, a cold smile creeping onto his lips.

How dare this weakling with only moderate divine power provoke me, a powerful being about to enter the God-King stage!

Although his power is declining, he is still more than capable of killing a mid-level god.

Once the thief is killed, the spirits will naturally dissipate.

Believers can grow, temples can be rebuilt, and plagues can spread again.

He still has enough time to ascend to the position of God-King.

The God of Plague raised his hand, tore open the barrier of the divine kingdom, and transformed into a green stream of light, rushing towards all things.

Lynn stood atop the mountain peak, watching the green light shoot out from the depths of the world, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

The God of Plague could no longer resist. From the moment He tore open the barrier of the divine kingdom, its location was exposed.

Lynn used his mental power to lock onto that location and memorized it.

Then he turned his gaze to the green streak of light and watched it fly towards the myriad phenomena.

He did not make a move.

He wanted to see Wanxiang's combat capabilities and the strength of the Plague God. This battle would be a good opportunity for him to assess both sides.

The myriad phenomena floated in mid-air, inhaling a cloud of plague mist.

Suddenly, it sensed something was wrong, turned around, and faced the green streak of light that was shooting towards it.

It didn't flinch or show any fear; it just stood there, expressionless, like a stone sculpture.

After all, he was just a mindless "tool".

The god of plague stopped a kilometer away from Wanxiang and hovered in mid-air.

He looked at all things, from head to toe, and from toe to head, trying to figure out where they came from.

Just as He perceived in the Kingdom of God.

With moderate divine power, his face was blank and expressionless, like a manipulated puppet, but He always felt that something was wrong.

There was something about this person that made Him uncomfortable, not in terms of power, but something more fundamental.

Like...the world.

He smelled the scent of the world.

It's not this world, it's another world, a world that's already dead.

Is this a dead world?

How is that possible?

The God of Plague didn't think much of it; he knew he could tell what was good or bad with a single test.

He raised his hand, and a gray-green light shot out from his palm, heading straight for Wanxiang's chest.

That's the Plague Ray, its strongest single-target attack, capable of corroding all matter and energy.

The ray struck Wanxiang, piercing its chest, and a gray-green light pierced through from behind, shooting towards the distant sky.

Wanxiang looked down at the hole in his chest, then looked up at the God of Plague, his expression unchanged.

The hole was healing; dark purple mist seeped from the edges of the wound, filling it and solidifying into new flesh and blood.

A few breaths later, his chest was restored to normal, and even his clothes had healed.

The plague virus carried by the radiation was completely absorbed by the body without causing any harm.

The plague god's pupils contracted slightly.

He fired another ray, this time aiming at the head.

Wanxiang still did not dodge; the ray pierced its skull, entering from its forehead and exiting from the back of its head.

The cave was healing, and dark purple mist surged out, filled it, and solidified. All things stared expressionlessly at the god of plague.

The plague god no longer attacks.

He gazed upon all things, perceiving them carefully.

What the hell is this thing? Although it has flesh and blood, it has no characteristics of a living being and no vital organs whatsoever.

Moreover, his own plague power was ineffective against it; on the contrary, it could be absorbed and strengthened by nature.

The more you hit it, the more energetic it becomes.

The god of plague changed his attack method. He formed a hand seal, and a ghastly green light shone from his palms.

A thicker ray shot out, not in a straight line, but transformed into countless tiny threads, covering everything like a spider web.

Those are plague-infused threads, specifically designed to trap enemies. The plague attached to the threads can penetrate any defense and corrode from the inside.

The world remains unchanged, responding to all changes with constancy.

The threads wrapped around its body, digging into its flesh, and began to glow, a ghastly green light emanating from within the myriad phenomena.

The God of Plague smirked, "Now let's see how you inhale."

Wanxiang looked down at the silk threads on his body, raised his right hand, and spread his five fingers.

Dark purple mist surged from his palm and traveled back along the silk threads.

The pale green light on the silk thread was swallowed by the mist, and the thread itself began to become brittle and dry, like a vine that had been drained of moisture.

With a gentle struggle, the silk threads broke, fell off its body, and turned to ash on the ground.

The plague god's smile froze on his face.

What the hell is that dark purple mist?

Seeing the God of Plague stunned, Wanxiang raised its hand and began to fight back.

A dark purple ball of light condensed in its palm, spinning and growing larger and brighter.

That's not plague energy, it's death energy.

Wanxiang pushed his hand forward, and the ball of light flew toward the God of Plague.

The god of plague dodged to the side.

The ball of light flew past Him, crashed into the ground in the distance, and blasted a crater a hundred meters in diameter.

There was nothing left in the pit—stones, soil, air—all had been completely eroded away by the energy of death.

Wanxiang raised its other hand.

A silvery-white light shone in his palm—the power of the stars.

A beam of light shot out from his palm, heading straight for the god of plague.

The God of Plague waved his hand and set up a barrier against the plague. A silvery-white beam of light struck the barrier and exploded into a shower of starlight.

The barrier cracked, and the God of Plague retreated a few steps, his face ashen.

Everything continues.

With death energy in its left hand and star power in its right, two beams of light shot out simultaneously, converging in mid-air and twisting into one.

Death and stars, two completely different energies, were forcibly twisted together within the body of all things and shot towards the god of plague.

The god of plague dared not confront it head-on.

He transformed into a streak of green light, dodging left and right in the sky to avoid the distorted pillar of light.

Where the beam of light swept, the air was torn apart, space was distorted, leaving a long black crack.

The god of plague stopped in the distance, and the look in his eyes as he gazed upon all things changed.

This is not intermediate divine power!

Although this thing only has a medium level of divine power energy reserves, it can mobilize too many types of energy.

Death, stars, earth element, lightning element, space...

And that damn absorption ability.

If you hit it, it absorbs your energy; if you don't hit it, it bombards you with all sorts of energy. How can you hit it?

The god of plague gritted his teeth; he would no longer test or hold back.

With his arms outstretched, a gray-green light surged from his body, spreading in all directions like a tide.

Where the light passes, the air thickens, space hardens, and time slows down.

This is the realm of plagues, His true trump card.

The territory expanded rapidly, engulfing everything in the blink of an eye.

The entire world was enveloped by the domain, surrounded by thick, grayish-green mist.

The mist contained countless tiny plague factors, each carrying the will of the plague god, crawling on the bodies of all things and burrowing into their bodies.

Wanxiang tried to absorb the fog, but found that it couldn't absorb it at all.

Those mists were not unclaimed energy; they were firmly controlled by the spiritual power of the Plague God, and nothing could plunder them.

The god of plague floated in the center of the realm, emitting a piercing laugh.

"Go ahead and suck! Why did you stop?! You're so good at sucking! Suck one more for me to see!"