Sosmia was a necromancer, level eighty, possessing the peak combat power of the second-tier. In fact, three years ago, he already had the strength to challenge the third-order combat assessment, but he had not succeeded in the challenge even once.
"No one can stop me on the path to legendary status..." Sosmia stared at the churning Protection Black Mist in front of him, his expression gradually becoming ferocious.
He took out a Bone Wand and summoned several Skeleton Soldiers with the combat power of Elite-Level Bosses. These Skeleton Soldiers were over two meters tall, clad in thick magical iron armor, and wielded heavy swords. If not for the black aura of the undead emanating from their bodies, they would look just like human heavy infantry.
Sosmia didn't know that the Protection Black Mist had an exit and entrance; he thought it was an unclaimed land. The fluctuations of a God Shard emanated from the depths of this unclaimed territory.
