256: A necromancer?!

The Rank 6 demon plant in front of Su Ling and his group was directly annihilated by a blazing flame from a Haoyang Integration Stage Cultivator who had come to provide support half a year later.

Only a wisp of its Soul escaped underground, fleeing into the range of the Wither and Flourish Domain.

Over the next few years, the war's progress across the entire plane began to slow down.

In some local war zones, things even came to a complete standstill.

It wasn't that the Seven Sects' Cultivators didn't want to continue their advance, but rather that the high-level command had ordered a temporary halt to the offensive.

The area where Su Ling and his group were located was only two thousand miles away from the Wither and Flourish Domain.

Therefore, they also received a war order to rest and reorganize on the spot.

With the sudden break, Su Ling set about preparing a Body Refining Blood Pool using wood spirit crystals and other Materials.

Sensing that this rest period might not be short, Lu Tao chose to return to the area where the Command Post was located to exchange for a large number of Divine Soul Medicinal Pills refined from Soul Crystal Liquid, putting all his effort into making up for his own Divine Soul's shortcomings and preparing to charge toward Soul Transformation once more.

Last time, he called it a charge, but it was actually a test of his own limits.

Therefore, he did not suffer any backlash.

Now, with the assistance of a large number of Divine Soul Medicinal Pills, it was highly likely he would Breakthrough to Soul Transformation in the short term.

Murong Yue was not quite at ease, so she went back with him to help as a Protector.

Song Moting and the others each made progress, and since they had acquired a large amount of resources they hadn't yet digested, they opened up Immortal Caves on the spot and began their seclusion.

For a time, the valley where the squad's camp was located became quiet.

Only a few Cultivators remained, taking those War Slaves to search everywhere for any fish that escaped the net to exchange for some battle merits.

To the Seven Sects' Cultivators, the most valuable resources in this plane were the wood spirit crystals and Spirit Medicine contained within various demon plants.

But under the control of the Vine Demon, there was almost no possibility of taming the demon plants.

The Seven Sects simply drained the pond to catch the fish, killing all the demon plants to hunt for wood spirit crystals.

In the future, perhaps some of the Orcs from the wasteland planets of the Savage Beast Plane would be migrated here to recover and multiply... Three years later, Su Ling, who was currently researching Corpse Puppets in a self-made Corpse Gathering Ground, suddenly looked up.

Just a second ago, he suddenly sensed a dense Power of Lost Souls erupting from a hundred miles away.

It then quickly vanished without a trace.

"A Demonic Path Loose Cultivator?"

Su Ling frowned slightly as he gazed into the distance, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

Having fought all the way here, he had not yet seen anyone else use Power of Lost Souls.

But it was possible that some Loose Cultivator, like Qiu Xuetong had been, possessed some kind of Ghost-type Cultivation Technique.

However, this area was within their squad's sphere of influence.

The nearby squads were all from the Savage Beast Plane, and they were fairly familiar with each other.

With Su Ling's abilities, if there were really some demonic Cultivator skilled in Power of Lost Souls among them, it would be impossible for him not to notice.

Glancing at the Corpse Puppet soaking in the blood pool, Su Ling thought for a moment and then vanished instantly.

A moment later, he arrived at a mountainous area covered in dense jungle.

Following the Power of Lost Souls he had sensed earlier, he gradually approached a bottomless cave.

Su Ling hesitated for a moment, then his Divine Sense instantly expanded, probing deep into the cave.

Soon, a scene entered his mind, causing his pupils to shrink.

His figure flashed inside, and in a moment, he arrived in a pitch-black grotto.

In the center of the grotto, a dried-up blood pool emitted a thick, bloody stench.

The blood pool was surrounded by shriveled Demonic Beast carcasses.

But the blood and bones had actually all disappeared.

Only layers of gray, withered pelts remained on the spot.

"These aren't old remains; they're all fresh corpses..."

Su Ling carefully examined the pelts; there wasn't even a single scar on them.

Only a large hole was torn open at the chest and abdomen, as if the blood and bones had all been removed through the belly.

This indicated that these Demonic Beasts were originally intact and were not the carcasses of Demonic Beasts killed previously.

There were roughly over a hundred such pelts.

And judging from the residual magic, these Demonic Beasts were all Rank 4 or above, with no shortage of Rank 5 ones.

His Divine Sense spread out again, but within a hundred-mile radius, except for some plants and a small number of low-rank Demonic Beasts, not a single living creature above Rank 3 appeared, which left Su Ling stunned.

A moment later, Su Ling's brows twitched slightly, and his figure flashed, appearing at the edge of the blood pool.

Within the reflection of his Divine Sense, a rune that was so damaged it only had one corner left appeared on the hard rock floor!

"A Summoning Technique?!"

Su Ling's eyes narrowed as he murmured somewhat uncertainly.

That damaged rune was actually extremely similar to the summoning runes he had seen before.

Within it, there were still some faint traces of Dark Magic.

No, to be precise, it should be Necromantic Magic exclusive to Necromancers!

Su Ling crouched down and touched the damaged rune. His Nine Nether Mana instantly converted, and dense Necromantic Magic flowed from his fingertips as he slowly began to draw.

After a few breaths, a complete rune flashing with a faint, pale light appeared before his eyes.

"A Necromancer... how could one appear here?"

Su Ling stood up, looking solemnly at the rune that was gradually dissipating.

Through the mage Sean on Minghui Star, he knew quite a bit about various magics of the Magic Civilization.

The ones he was most familiar with were none other than Dark Magic and necromancy.

After all, these were the two types of magic Sean specialized in after entering the Death Annihilation Magic Tower.

"Interesting, a Necromancer has actually entered this plane."

Su Ling's figure flashed as he flew out of the cave.

High in the air, Su Ling slowly closed his eyes and extended his Divine Sense in all directions once more.

This time, he focused his search on Necromantic Magic.

Sure enough, he soon found a trace of pale magic nearby.

However, after traveling only dozens of miles, it disappeared without a trace again.

Su Ling opened his eyes and looked in that direction, his heart stirring slightly.

Looking at the orientation, there was a battlefield a thousand miles away where a large-scale battle had once occurred.

There, a large number of carcasses and Wandering Souls still remained to this day.

After a moment's thought, Su Ling sent messages to several nearby squads.

He informed them that an opponent of unknown strength had appeared here and that they must strengthen their guard.

Then he turned into a streak of light and flew away at high speed... A hundred miles away, a brown-haired head rose from underground, its murky eyes looking toward the distant sky.

There, a fast-flying figure flashed by and vanished.

"An Immortal Realm Cultivator, Peak Nascent Soul..."

The brown-haired man murmured in a low voice, a sinister smile flashing across the corners of his mouth, "A bit interesting, to actually be able to discover my existence."

His figure slowly floated up, and he raised his withered right hand from beneath his grey robes, grabbing lightly in the air and bringing it to his nose to sniff.

"What a dense Undead Aura!"

The brown-haired man sighed with emotion, slightly discerned the direction, and his figure sank again, fleeing toward another direction.

After an unknown amount of time, he had appeared in a valley filled with the remains of Orcs.

The rotting corpses emitted a thick, foul stench.

But the brown-haired man not only didn't find it repulsive, but instead seemed to have caught the scent of some delicious aroma, becoming deeply intoxicated by it.

He lightly waved the Skeleton Staff in his hand, and streaks of gray light fell upon the carcasses.

As a chilling cracking sound rang out, carcasses, some complete and some partial, actually began to crawl slowly.

Streaks of Blue Soul Fire ignited, looking so terrifying in the dim environment.

A moment later, a Skeleton Army of several thousand strong was formed.

"Sleep, sleep, my children!"

"It won't be long before you can have a full meal."

The brown-haired man let out a low, raspy, sinister laugh, driving these undead to sink into the ground.

The rotting flesh above, like melting snow, gradually merged into the ground.