Chapitre 508: The Bounded Field’s Weakness

The purple explosion surged outward with unparalleled ferocity, sweeping across the battlefield. Undead of all shapes and sizes—skeletal warriors, ghouls, abominations, and wraiths—disintegrated in an instant.

The energy hit them like a tidal wave, and in an instant, they disintegrated into nothingness. Bones turned to dust, rotting flesh vaporized, and ethereal forms vanished.

The blast carved a massive clearing in the bounded field, obliterating the teeming mass of over 10,000 undead creatures. The ground was scorched and barren, with a fine ash settling over the desolate landscape.

And yet, the only reason the devastation did not spread further was because Arthur, with immense control, had halted the surge.

Standing at the epicentre, he turned around and found Evan holding up the two goddesses in the sky, while Idrilla stared at him slack-jawed outside of the range of his attack.