My military branches can Evolve Infinitely-Chapter 1223 - 628: The Power of the Country of Corpse, Rebringing the Glory of the Undead! [Second Release, Asking for Monthly Ticket~]

The distance from Soul Realm to Law Realm is a Heavenly Chasm.

Moreover, it's a greater chasm than the usual one from mundane to the Legendary Earth Realm, harder to breach.

Even those proclaimed as "World-class strongmen with the demeanor of Law Realm" might not be able to step into the Law Realm. World-class strongmen might still be stuck at this chasm for decades, never reaching the mysteries of the Law until they accidentally perish one day.

But the Loathsome General accomplished it.

His process was not simple; it involved his own efforts and mortal risks. If entering the Law Realm were just about recklessly risking life, then the streets would be rife with beings of the Law Realm.

Bathed in death and thus ascended, such was the complete Great Power of Wáng Líng Zāi Xī.

Not just the Loathsome General alone.

In the war, countless Elite Undead, who had personally sown death and received its feedback and then ascended, emerged.

They were inconspicuous.

Only some Legendary Realm Monsters fighting the Undead vaguely noticed that some of the previously fallen Undead not only revived but also returned stronger.

The pressure they faced was multiplying.

They sensed an ominous foreboding.

Then, they witnessed the fall of the Ice Burial Duke.

"Did the duke... fall again?"

Wait, why is there an "again"?

A Flesh Giant Dragon from the Legendary Realm, who attended the war of the Shattered Isles and narrowly escaped, found this scene eerily familiar.

Further away,

the Fire Wing Duke and the Duke Jing Lei, both beings of the Law Realm, were profoundly alarmed.

"The old Ice Burial again...?!"

That moment of shock almost brought them to the brink of death.

They broke into a cold sweat.

They also vaguely realized that the mountainous Abomination which had slain the Ice Burial Duke seemed to have become... even more terrifying, more horrifying.

...

At this point,

before the fall of the Ice Burial Duke, when things had already been grim,

somewhere in front of the mighty Undead force known as Black Prison Castle.

Black Prison Castle, built along the Nether River and backed by towering, cloud-piercing dark mountains was easy to defend but hard to attack. Even a Legendary Realm strongman would need to be extremely cautious to cross the mist-shrouded Nether River.

However today,

"Thunderous roars—"

There came a monster tide filling the entire horizon, endless, rushing from all directions.

The vast, over ten thousand meters wide, gray waves of the endless Nether River were gradually filled by countless monster carcasses.

The sounds of battle shook the heavens.

Countless flying creatures, Undead, fell from the sky.

Occasionally, even Legendary strongmen perished.

Even beings of the Legendary Realm, in such a massive, deadly battleground, had no control over their fate, vulnerable to falling at any moment.

And once such Legendary Realm Undead perished, reviving them was exceedingly difficult.

Even the Black Prison Castle Master, a Law Realm being, could only revive a small batch of third or fourth-order Elite Undead or at great cost, one or two Legendary Undead.

The Undead are an immortal race, but the higher their rank, the harder their revival, a natural rule that cannot be reversed.

Only in the past, during the prime of the Undead, it was said that a Great Power User could easily resurrect large numbers of Undead. That was the golden era of the immortal race, truly living up to their name.

Thinking of this, the face of the Black Prison Castle Master grew even grimmer.

He stood above the heavens, facing the High Hunting Duke directly.

He was not inferior to this High Duke.

Neither could get the better of the other.

However,

the Undead under his command at Black Prison Castle were far fewer than this overwhelming monster tide.

It wasn't that his Black Prison Castle was weak.

He commanded countless Undead Elites, and his lieutenants included twenty to thirty Legendary Realm Undead, making him a top tier overlord in the Death Domain!

But the monster tide was stronger.

From Dragon Sleep Valley came a monster tide, teeming with Legendary Realm beings, while even the common monsters were formidable, fearsome.

An army of hundreds of millions of third and fourth-order monsters.

How could they resist? What could they use to defend?

"After this battle, the losses of my Black Prison Castle will be immeasurable!"

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"No, even whether we can survive this ordeal is uncertain!"

Black Prison Castle Master had certainly tried to intervene, casting out the remnants of battles.

Yet it was in vain.

The monsters were crazed, fearing not death, and the High Duke from Dragon Sleep Valley cared not for the losses of his overwhelming tide.

But Black Prison Castle Master cared about his losses!

Especially the Legendary Realm Undead; each loss diminished his force. These twenty to thirty Legendary Realm creatures were his painstaking efforts and time cultivated!

His heart bled.

"Is this what they call the immortal Undead? Hah..."

The High Hunting Duke, Duke Lieyi, scoffed.

He was a High Duke who had risen in a later era and had not seen the prime of the Undead Clan. He often heard the old folks reminisce about how powerful and insane the past Undead Tides were, fearless in life and death, truly terrifying in their endless revivals.

That's why... back then, when the Undead and humans, Elves, Orcs, and other great races didn't mesh well, their formidable armies struck at the Undead first.

To say they were overly fearful ain't enough, but facing the Undead Clan was cumbersome, as documented in history.

Back then, they from Dragon Sleep Valley were among the main forces that obliterated various Undead powers.

Duke Lieyi, when he initially entered the Death Domain, was somewhat cautious, but now upon seeing...

"This? Is this it?"

"Is this the legendary Undead that never dies? It's nothing much."