Reaching out his hand again, a clear, crystalline thunder manifested in his palm. This was not the purely destructive Dragon Thunder, but the Cui Ting of the River of Qinghui.
Westheid had decided before the battle to use the River of Qinghui throughout the entire fight. 'After all, with the Rune of Music as a foundation, the current Duke Qinghui is terrifyingly strong. It's a great opportunity to heavily promote the image of the Qinghui Territory.'
CLANK CLANK CLANK—
Just then, from the disintegrating Floating Fortress, the surviving Cannibal Bone Demons gathered at their master's side.
Westheid glanced over and saw that they were all essentially skeletons made of metal constructs. Observing the surging Spiritual Fire within them, the Duke Qinghui couldn't help but frown.
'Is this... are their souls directly infused into these constructs?'
