The paladin frowned, a cultivator of a realm like himself, what scene had he never seen? Even an endless sea of the undead could hardly arouse the amazement of a false saint.

So what did the Magister see?

Several thoughts swirled around in his mind, colliding with each other but never yielding any result, and the paladin shook his head vigorously, as if to shake the distractions out, and he took a step and walked forward.

After only two or three steps, he felt an invisible fluctuation around him, and then the valley in front of him suddenly opened up, just like when a fisherman first entered the peach blossom spring, and a plain appeared in the originally narrow valley.

This plain is large enough to rival some large cities, except that there are no plants or animals in this plain, only a soul flame that shimmers with bursts of light.

"The power of space!" The paladin frowned slightly, the canyon he saw before was indeed not small, but it was nothing compared to this plain, this kind of thing could only be done by a space powerhouse.

Could it be that the undead Grand Duke is a rare undead who has been promoted by the law of space? If this is the case, then except for those powerful demigod-level and even true god-level powerhouses, anyone who disturbs the undead Grand Duke will be dead or alive.

As for the two of them, the two are just strong men who can see through the holy position, not to mention the undead Grand Duke who has comprehended the laws of space, even if there is only one undead marquis who has comprehended the laws of space, it is enough to contain the two of them, so that they cannot escape, until they are killed by the Grand Duke of the Undead.

As soon as he thought of this, a spirit on the paladin's body was excited, and a chill penetrated directly into his body from the soles of his feet.

He raised his head and carefully observed everything in front of him.

That soul flame wasn't a blue hue like the one in the skull's eye sockets, but a pure milky white, exuding gentle fluctuations.

Yes, gentle, not like the cold, dead, bloodthirsty, frenzied, evil of undead creatures, they are very pure and do not seem to contain any impurities.

"This, this, this."

The Magister froze in place, as if he had been greatly shocked by the sight in front of him.

The paladin looked ahead, and his heart suddenly moved, and he immediately reached out and pressed the head of the Magister, directly pressing him to the ground, and at the same time, he himself was already lying on the ground.

Although that archmage is also an existence that is about to be promoted to the holy position, when it comes to physical fitness, the mage naturally cannot be compared to a half-step sword saint like him.

"Why are you stunned, this is the lair of the undead duke, there are countless undead who are entering here just now, if any of the undead are discovered, we will all end up dead without a place to be buried."

"What's more, you have also noticed that this is a spatial mezzanine, and there are likely to be undead powerhouses here who have comprehended the laws of space."

"Then, that's pure soul fire."

After struggling a few times, but never being able to break free, he gave up the struggle, and instead stared blankly ahead, and spat out such a sentence.

Pure Soul Fire?

The paladin was stunned for a moment, he felt as if he had heard the term somewhere, but soon he reacted, and his face showed the same look of anger.

The only material used to make this kind of thing is the soul, the human soul, and the more powerful the soul, the more soul flames can be made.

Right now, the entire plain has been milky white pure soul fire, and it can't all be made by the souls of the professionals who have sacrificed their lives over the years.

After all, professionals are still extremely rare, and some powerful professionals are not at all something that only the Grand Duke's lair of the dead can capture.

Although for a certain individual in the human race, the undead Grand Duke is terrifying enough, but for the entire human race, there is a divine realm, and this existence is extremely rare even among the undead, and will be worshiped as a king!

In this case, there was only one way to refine such a huge amount of pure soul fire, and to wantonly slaughter ordinary humans who had not cultivated into their bodies and use their souls to refine them.

"Whew." He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, after all, the focus at the moment was still reconnaissance, as long as the two of them could reconnoiter the situation and return to the human race, whether it was the Cardinal Order of the Church joining forces to use the Holy Sanction, or the Archmage and Holy Magister of the Wizards Association teaming up to release a combined forbidden spell, they could wipe out this undead lair and avenge the countless unjust souls.

"No, no, that Grand Duke must be attacking the God Realm! Otherwise, you would never have chosen to invoke so many pure soul fires! ”

The Archmage broke free from the shock, and he whispered in a low voice, but to the paladin's ears, it was like thunder, deafening.

"If this is the case, then it is necessary to invite a strong person from the God Realm to wipe it out, the Divine Sanction and the Combined Forbidden Spell are indeed powerful, but as a group erasure attack, it is difficult to erase a Grand Duke who has the ability to impact the God Realm in an instant."

The paladin muttered to himself, and suddenly, his eyes were drawn to the scene in front of him.

Countless skeletons were pouring into the plain from the entrance of the valley, and the undead with a faint metallic hue on their bones poured in like a tidal wave, and soon the entire plain was covered.

However, there are still many undead who have squeezed into the plain from the mouth of the valley, so many that they can't see the edge with the vision of the paladin's half-step Sword Saint realm.

A huge number of undead continued to pour in, and soon a blockage was formed, blocking the valley mouth tightly.

Even the Sea of Skulls that managed to enter the plains was crowded at this time, and the skeletons could not even stand shoulder to shoulder, and some of the adjacent skeletons' sternums were staggered.

The paladin quickly noticed a strange place, and all the skeletons that had entered the plain had found their place and stood up, and then raised their heads to look at the sky.

Since the plains were compressed in this small valley with spatial power, there were only thick clouds above the heads of the undead.

The paladin carefully flipped his body and shifted his tummy position to lying flat on the ground.

He looked at the clouds in the sky, and in the darkness, he found nothing, as if there was nothing unusual there.

Just as he turned his body again in confusion, a strange click suddenly spread through the space.

The sound seemed to be just a signal, and then there was a click, and after a few shakings, the azure soul fire broke out of the skeletons' pupils and flew into the air.

Without the support of their souls, the skeletons in the plains fell apart one after another, and bones continued to fall from them.