William's attacks became increasingly desperate as he could only unleash Flames.
However, the Flames could not tear apart the enemies who were impervious to attack.
The black slime in front of him reeked nauseatingly and tried to twist his thoughts with a force that could pry open his skull.
The sharp shrieks escalated as hordes of Undead died before him, and the entire Throne Hall was filled with billowing ash. The speed of death was so rapid that the bodies of the Undead who could not quickly turn to ash piled up like in a slaughterhouse.
And the ash from those exploded bodies hovered like flies over a swamp, bobbing up and down over the boiling muck.
As the battle continued, traces of corrosion marked the ground, but not a single drop of blood was visible.
The trembling of his soul and nerves gradually stripped the strength from William's limbs, but fortunately, the incessant waves of Undead gave him a moment to breathe.
