But!
The vanguard of the Undead Tide is led by a gigantic Supreme Frost Dragon Overlord.
The Supreme Frost Dragon Overlord roars.
"Roar~!"
It flies out of the dense cloud of death.
The Power of Death swirls around it, with its multitude of undead forces forming its armor, its claws, its crown.
Clad in the concept armor of death, a majestic and towering deep blue giant dragon soars upward, crashing head-on with a descending Saint Realm Dragon like a comet hitting the earth!
"Boom——!!"
Deep blue, reddish-brown, two circles of light spots shine above the domain of the island.
The space several hundred to a thousand miles around cracks with a snap, showing fragmented, twisted Law Patterns amidst which two colossal shadows can be faintly seen entangled.
Evenly matched!
"I, too, thirst!"
The Loathsome General at the peak of Principle Realm laughs wildly, stepping upward through the air.
Death transforms into a cloak and a long halberd.
