"Chase!"
Dead Bone stepped forward.
He absorbed the Earthly Netherworld from the ground.
And several divisions of the Undead Army regrouped, transforming into a vast Stygian River extending endlessly across the sky.
The Stygian River surged!
The boats advanced!
The flowers on the other shore bloomed!
As for the hundreds of Bone Dragons pulling carts, tens of thousands of Death Knights following, and so on, they were just an inconspicuous part of this enormous Stygian River.
Yet even so, Dead Bone still struggled to close the distance with the Burning Sky Monarch.
"After all, he is a Saint Realm!"
"The power of the Saint Realm is indeed formidable!"
Keep in mind, at this moment, the Undead Tide was still in an 'exceeding limits' state, yet he still could not catch up to the 'severely injured' Burning Sky Monarch.
Faced with the terrifying existence of the Saint Realm that he had driven away, Dead Bone once again exclaimed, "The Saint Realm, terrifying indeed."
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