Chapter 767 Weakened

Chapter 767 Weakened

Shortly after the Undead Pharaoh died, the situation all over the Savanah Region changed drastically.

The Undead forces didn't crumble or turn into dust, but something about them changed. All Undead within the Sacred Desert seemed to slow down. Their smooth movements across the desert sand transformed into sloppy strides. Their powerful attacks were no more. They were replaced by weakened attacks that lacked accuracy. "The Undead's martial power halved!" Zeke bellowed, his eyes squinting into tiny slits when he felt that the resistance to Eye of Illusion's illusions decreased drastically. He upped his game and expanded the range of his Legacy Arts to control more Giant Ghoul Serpents before doing the same with Puppeteer. At least, he was trying to do the same.

Zeke quickly noticed that putting the Undead into an illusion was only easier. Controlling their corpses didn't change much. The only thing that changed considerably was that their corpses were still as powerful as before. Only the moving Undead had grown weaker in every possible way. 2

Lincoln burst across the desert sand with terrifying velocity, overflowing with joy. He emerged before an Anubirat and punched a hole into his abdomen with a single strike.

"Yeap. Even the Guardian Statues are weaker than before," He shouted to the others before releasing a large earthen spike from his palm, crushing the Abnurat's wolf-like head.

Lincoln changed his target and stared at one of the towering Bone Titans. His expression turned serious.

"A weakened Higher Lifeform should be feasible," He murmured, channeling more energy into Stone Giant and Draconic Transformation. A mighty roar reverberated through his lungs and escaped his lips as his body expanded.

Zeke and the others watched as Lincoln's form changed drastically. He transformed into a five-meter-tall bipedal Earth Dragon.

"What the hell," Zeke cursed aloud when the Bone Titan and Lincoln clashed. They crashed heavily into each other and beat each other with brute force rather than techniques.

At least, that was what it looked like at first glance. The Bone Titan drilled his bony fists into Lincoln before headbutting his Earth Dragon form with as much force as possible. Lincoln transformed his head using Stone Giant. He added spikes and horns to his head before the Bone Titan headbutted him.

The result was more than pleasant. The Bone Titan's head smashed heavily into the earthen spikes that scrapped across its skull. It didn't look like much, but there was a tiny line on the Bone Titan's skull. It was a minuscule crack.

The Bone Titan didn't feel any pain, and it didn't think about its injuries either. It was an emotionless creature that died thousands of years ago. Not the slightest speck of a soul was left within it. It merely walked with the remnants of the tremendous power that had been cast upon it to resurrect it.

Killian titled his head. His family had given him a high- ranked teleportation token to rescue the desperate Lords in the Sacred Desert. He was supposed to be their savior in desperate times. From the looks of it, someone else had already taken that job.

Now that Killian had thought about it, it was a little bit embarrassing. He flushed a little but was glad nobody was there to see him arrive late.

'Good thing Father never tried to do a PR stunt with my 'selfless rescue.' In the first place, why is everyone in

Olympus so focused on acting like they're heroes? They waited way too long to give me that damn teleportation token. I just wanted to help-.....!

His thoughts were interrupted as the sound of combat reached his ear.

"Since I'm too late...I might as well make use of it."

It was time for Killian Zeus to test a bunch of stuff, including the upgraded version of his Legacy Arts. After all, he had two Soultraits to combine.

Lightning shrouded Killian Zeus as he bolted toward the combat sounds. He transformed into a purple flash and joined the battle against the remaining Undead. It was not like the Sacred Desert was missing any Undead.

There were still close to 100,000,000 Undead left roaming the Sacred Desert. They might be weaker than they used to be, but that didn't mean their numerical advantage disappeared.

Killian Zeus didn't know that the Undead were weaker than before, but he was aware of their numerical advantage.

That was what excited him the most. He hoped his battles would push him to the verge of death and force him to break his limits. That was the reason he came to the Sacred Desert. His Father and the other members of Olympus didn't matter. Surpassing his limits and growing stronger was what actually mattered!

Otherwise, how was he supposed to defeat a monster like

Michael Fang once he ascended to a Higher Lifeform?!