Units with a rank of three stars or higher might still survive, but no other enemies were spared; all turned into mummy-like corpses. Even the affected units of the Mechanical Defense Army and Mechanical Cultivators had their bodily moisture completely evaporated, with only the mechanical parts remaining intact.
As for the Mechanical Cultivators, their situation was somewhat peculiar, as the evaporated moisture seemed as viscous as engine oil, and a few even caught fire directly.
A dense field of faint spiritual light emerged.
The expression of the Lich Konggs turned increasingly awe-struck, for he could feel Duncan’s power growing stronger, with a Wind of Magic forming in his Mana Pool, like that of a giant dragon, forming a small vortex of magic.
Not enough! Just a bit more!
Duncan couldn’t help but cast his gaze towards the central area of the battlefield, where the Steel Angels and Panosis, the Balancer of All Things, were already fighting fiercely, shattering the entire Platform Layer and exposing the abyssal chasm deep underground.
Even Lady Fungus was drawn by the magical fluctuations here. She turned her head to glance in Duncan’s direction, her expression tinged with a hint of shock.
She had discovered the Lich’s skull.
As a remnant of the old era, she even recognized Lich Konggs, just not understanding why this renowned Lich from the Mysterious Era had disguised as a Servo Skull at this moment.
"Your Majesty."
"That hidden necromancer has discovered us."
Lich Konggs murmured: "Should we root it out?"
"The other party seems to have transformed into a Shadow Soul form!"
Duncan shook his head slightly, having already seen a unit with a five-star silver-grey mark. But as long as the target did not launch an attack, he didn’t need to bother for now.
Banshee’s Wail.
In the square area of large-scale melee between the Mechanical Divine Sect and cultists, suddenly, the fuzzy spectral image of a banshee appeared, rapidly coalescing. Upon fully forming, she let out a tremendously terrifying shriek.
This was a powerful spell indiscriminate of friend or foe. The death wave spread outwards in all directions, and amidst the exploding skulls, figures fell like wheat being harvested.
Even a Disaster Messenger caught off guard was affected; despite being marked with a four-star silver-grey mark, his skull bled from seven orifices, slumping to the ground, having already succumbed to the ancient instant-death magic.
Yet another dense wave of faint spiritual light surged into Duncan’s body.
The third Human Form’s power had surged by now, even his internal organs undergoing transformation, because the two large-scale ancient magics killed quite a few members of the Mechanical Divine Sect. Even the Mechanical Cultivators inside knight mechs suddenly died violently, bleeding from seven orifices inside the cockpit.
——"Steel Lung (Special Ability): Your lungs have completed the steel-cast transformation, enhancing coordination, mobility, explosive power, and more by 150% efficiency. Greatly increases resistance and filtration against toxins, grants immunity to conventional respiratory diseases, and enhances fortitude immunity."
The character mark on the projection page depicted a unique organ pattern in the lungs, with the enhancement progress marked at about 25%.
Moreover, the spine received a significant boost in Duncan’s explosive power and speed.
The mechanical nanofluid within his body had begun to frenziedly regenerate and split, gradually dissolving into Duncan’s limbs, merging into the skin, muscles, blood, bones, and viscera, with attributes of strength, constitution, and agility synchronously enhanced in coordination.
Almost there!
Duncan’s Mana Bar had exceeded the length of his Life Bar; it was time for the Immortal Duncan to enter play.
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