"It's over!"
Luo Qingchen seized an opening, and the scabbard in his hand shot out like a venomous dragon emerging from its cave, striking the brow of the commander-level undead in an instant.
There, lay the core of its Soul Fire.
"Crack!"
A crisp sound echoed.
The sturdy helmet of the commander-level undead shattered to pieces.
The crimson flame in its eye sockets shrank abruptly and then extinguished completely.
The massive body collapsed with a crash, turning into a pile of broken bones and dust.
As the commander-level undead fell, the surrounding skeleton soldiers also seemed to lose control, the flames in their eye sockets extinguishing one after another, reverting back to mere piles of bones.
The battle was over.
Luo Qingchen panted heavily, but inside him, the Chaotic Power was fuller than ever before.
He accepted the spoils of battle handed to him by the two women.
