After the Shura Legion and the Evil Legion were dispatched, the Void Lord and their minions immediately decreased a lot, and they no longer stopped the large-scale attack.

Drawing soul energy and death resentment has made the Death Army's combat power increase very quickly, if it is not for the limited number of troops that cannot withstand the loss, the Death Army will continue to improve indefinitely in the war with the Void Lord, and finally turn the Frost Fortress into an unshakable military fortification.

The stronger the Death Army's combat power, the more vulnerable the Void Lord and Abyss Demon's attack became, forcing Heavenly Dao to dispatch the elite of the headquarters.

There is no day or night in the cosmic void, and the passage of time is almost imperceptible.

She sat alone on the frozen throne, listening to the neighing of the death knight's horses below, the banshee singing and mourning, and watching the snowflakes fall from the sky one by one.

She rejected the Wraith's offer, and while the army of the Reaper wouldn't question her for it, and no one dared to question her, she had to do something.

The Forsaken are, in fact, the most pitiful creatures.

They can never feel warmth, and all that accompanies them is death and eternal loneliness.

Whether it's the wailing banshees who sing all day long, or the skeleton warriors who crawl out of the pile of skeletons and break their bones to the point where they have the ability to stand up, or the walking corpses who have spent many barren years in the dark, they are the loneliest souls.

The saddest thing is that no matter how lonely they are and how much they need emotional comfort, they will never get it because they are dead.

You can't taste the lusciousness of food, and there is no emotional communication and resonance.

The fire of their souls is only to prove that they are alive, but they have no idea what they are living for.

A numb soul, a body of the walking dead.

Like that Grim Reaper saying, we have forgotten everything we have been in life and have been forgotten by everything, but we are still alive.

A lonely soul may not last long and will be killed by loneliness and remorse, but when thousands of suffering souls come together to build a forgotten kingdom, their souls will be calmed by the empathy of each other.

The greatest salvation that the Grim Reaper can give to the creatures of the underworld is to establish a forgotten kingdom that gives them the courage to live like other creatures.

The primeval underworld cannot be without the god of death, for the god of death is the living faith of all forsaken.

From this point of view, the god of death is not only not a ruthless person, on the contrary, there are three thousand ancient gods and demons, and the god of death is the most merciful.

My sister-in-law killed Wushuang, but I know the tenderness in her heart best.

In the dark, she didn't know how long she had been sitting on the frozen throne, and the snow was falling all over her Death Armor, her eyes were closed, and her long eyelashes were covered with snowflakes.

Suddenly, her eyes opened.

The black flames in his eyes began to burn wildly.

Rising, leaving the throne, floating in the air, the Scythe of Death manifested in her hands.

The concubine looked at a certain place in the void, the black flames burned more and more, and the killing intent on her body became stronger and stronger.

When the Grim Reaper reveals its killing intentions, all the necromantic creatures in the entire Frost Fortress can sense it.

The Wraiths stopped chanting, and the walking corpses and skeletons looked up in unison.

Feeling the killing intent of the Grim Reaper, they waited to be summoned and plunged into one battle after another.

This time the Grim Reaper's killing intent was much stronger than ever, which meant that the enemy was powerful and dangerous.

However, they waited for a long time, and did not see any orders from the Grim Reaper.

"The Shura Legion is about to arrive on the battlefield, why hasn't Your Majesty ordered the generals?" The Immortal King asked, looking at the Wraithing Mastermother.

"Your Majesty's mind is unpredictable, and I don't know." The Wraith Mother said.

"With the Shura Legion in front and the Evil Legion behind, this battle is about the life and death of the Grim Reaper's army. Since His Majesty refuses to withdraw his troops, he should arrange his troops as soon as possible and fight a decisive battle against a strong enemy. The War Knight said.

While the Revenant Commander was speculating, the Calamity Knight suddenly flew out of the armor he was holding. His skeletal body had been shattered, and only a wisp of the dead was left in a piece of armor engraved with the Book of the Dead.

After flying out of the armor, the Calamity Knight's lonely soul flew straight upward.

"Famine, what are you going to do?" The Plague Knight asked aloud.

"You foolish people, haven't you noticed Your Majesty's mind until now? The reason why Your Majesty has not set up a general formation for a long time is because she intends to resist this battle by herself, and we must stop her, and the primeval underworld cannot be without death. The Knight of Calamity said.

Hearing him say this, everyone changed color in unison.

In the next moment, the Wraith Masterdam, the Immortal Corpse King, the Plague Knight, the War Knight, and the Death Knight all flew into the air and flew towards the Frozen Throne.

As the Calamity Knight said, the primeval underworld cannot be without death.

Before the Grim Reaper returned, they had spent countless millennia in the underworld, but what kind of time it was, full of remorse and pain, the more they gained, the more they lost.

Getting stronger doesn't make their lives more worthwhile, and without death, they're just a walking corpse.

Although the high-ranking generals came to dissuade them as soon as they sensed the Grim Reaper's intentions, they were still a step too late after all.

By the time they flew to the top of the Frost Fortress, the Grim Reaper had already left the Frost Throne.

Not only that, but the Grim Reaper also used his supreme supernatural power to lay a frost barrier for the Frost Fortress.

It was like a wall of ice, completely freezing the entire fortress.

Outside the ice wall, the concubine stood alone in the void, and inside the ice wall, the Immortal Corpse King lowered his arrogant head, and a group of generals knelt on the ground.

There was no need to ask, everyone understood the mind of death.

This frost barrier was set up by the god of death with the soul thought, and as long as the god of death does not die, the barrier will never be broken.

And once she is dead, then there is no need for them to stay here to fight, so return to the underworld and wait for the final judgment of the Heavenly Dao.

The Wraith Mother began to weep, and as soon as the tears welled up in her eyes, they turned into ice cubes.

Letting the tears melt and fall, the resentful mistress sang the overture to the dead and sang an elegy.

The elegy is sad, like a cry, calling out to death one after another, trying to recall her again......

"The dead don't need tears, wait for me to come back!"

After finishing speaking, the concubine turned into a night owl and flew towards the depths of the cosmic void.