RUMMMMMMBLE—CLACK-CLACK-CLACK-CLACK!
As eighteen-year-old Chosen One Ye Ming slammed his skull-topped staff into the roof tiles of the bell-tower in a fit of mortified teenage fury, the [Supreme Dark-Abyss Edgelord System] inside his dantian burned through three years of accumulated gloom points at once!
Across the sky above Lantern City and out through the ancient burial mounds surrounding the valley, ten thousand purple summoning circles flashed open!
Out of the fog marched a clattering, one-million-strong Undead Skeleton Legion. Led by a twelve-foot Rank 6 Peak Death-Knight General in rusted black plate armor. Moreover, Ten colossal, hundred-foot-long Rank 7 Early Bone-Dragons whose bleached white ribcages and hollow eye sockets glowed with flickering blue soul-fire!
Within thirty seconds, the one million skeleton soldiers and ten towering Bone-Dragons surrounded Harvest Plaza and the hovering [Gu Family Flying Courtyard] in a dense, bone-white sea of clattering ribs and raised iron scythes!
“Be careful, Immortal Master Gu!” seventy-eight-year-old Elder Lin called out anxiously from the courtyard porch, where Auntie Qin had just finished drying his hair with a warm towel. “Even though Little Ming’s reason for rebelling is completely ridiculous, that strange Dark-Abyss System he awakened three years ago is genuine high-rank necromancy!
He animated the shed dragon-bones from the ancient fossil quarries on World #9 and bound a million ancestral skeletons with Netherworld Yin-Qi! Yet none of those skeletons are evil spirits—if you blast them with high-temperature fire spells or heavenly lightning, you’ll turn our ancestors’ bones and the priceless dragon fossils to ash!”
