The encompassing chill, seeping into the very marrow, faded without notice.
The sprawling ice storm vanished as well.
Without the obstruction of the ice storm, the Undead that surged like tides cried out even louder as they swarmed outward.
Their spreading speed was faster than a Heaven and Earth Realm Peak's Wings of the Wind King at full flight, swiftly overtaking ordinary legendary monsters, even those of the Soul Realm.
The energy in their realms exhausted, the grey patches of death spread unevenly across their skin.
Vast energy rained down, causing barely any dark droplets to scatter.
In the blink of an eye, one legendary monster after another succumbed.
Beneath the black tides, unseen by the living, these silent remnants of legendary monsters, now skeletal, began to shift from death back to life.
Changes occurred in their bodies.
