Deep within his elixir field, his spiritual energy thickened, edging toward the threshold of Wandering Immortal Realm Level Nine.
The giant skeleton bellowed again, frustration sharpening its cry to a storm-blast.
Abandoning pursuit, it stabbed the rusted sword into the floor. Both skeletal hands formed eldritch seals, and the surrounding marked aura boiled like water in a cauldron.
From the black energy, the shattered remains of earlier foes re-knit themselves into dozens of skeleton soldiers, each hefting a bone spear that launched toward Jared in a white barrage.
"Perfect..." Jared muttered, eyes gleaming.
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