The mutated beasts, already dead, lost their final source of power in the sea of flames.
They twitched and struggled, finally turning into charred carcasses scattered across the inferno, leaving behind only shattered bone fragments.
Faced with an absolute elemental advantage, the Undead Legion was pitifully fragile.
The colossal Fungal Descendant Corpse King, meanwhile, let out a series of pained roars.
The tissue covering its body—a fusion of countless corpses and fungal filaments—melted and peeled away under the intense heat. This exposed the more vibrant mycelial network within, which was then mercilessly devoured by tongues of flame and burned to ash.
Its two giant hands swatted at its body, trying to extinguish the flames.
Lin Ye's eyes narrowed. He immediately requested a communication link on the personal terminal on his right wrist.
The call connected, and Shi Ruifeng's voice, a complex mix of tension and shock, came through. "Lin Ye! What's your status? Are you okay?"
