When it was all done, Fang Zhou stood in place, quietly sensing the power surging within him. At this moment, holding the enhanced Corpse Long Spear and clad in armor inlaid with White Bone Stone, he exuded an undeniably powerful aura.

Fang Zhou clenched his fists, feeling a surging power deep in his bones, like magma roiling underground, ready to erupt. His former Bone Claws had been barren and weak, thin and frail. Now, they had transformed into two Bone Fists brimming with destructive power. Each finger bone was like forged steel, incredibly hard.

With the intertwining of new flesh and bone, the Skeleton Clone's form had also undergone a startling transformation. His facial contours began to show subtle expressions. The twitching of muscles and movement of joints, though not as smooth and delicate as a human's, revealed a primal wildness and a sense of power. This body was the result of a struggle between bone and sinew, forming a bizarre existence that was neither purely skeletal nor fully fleshed—a sight that would send a chill down anyone's spine.

Anyone who saw him would feel only ferocity and terror. But for Fang Zhou, it was a sign of evolution, tangible proof of his continuous climb on the path to power.

Feeling the immense power surging through his body, Fang Zhou's lips curled into a chilling smile. If the timid Bai Xiaochan were to see this, she would be terrified and unable to sleep at night.

Even without actual combat trials, Fang Zhou could clearly feel the leap in his fighting prowess. Without learning any new Black Iron grade Universal Skills for Combat Professionals, he was fully confident that his current strength alone was enough to defeat Olaf—the Berserker Heroic Spirit with abundant combat experience and a complete skill set—in a head-on battle.

Fang Zhou turned his head, his gaze sweeping over Olaf, who stood guarding him silently. The battle intent swelling in his heart was like a volcanic eruption, impossible to suppress. He immediately issued the command to attack, engaging his loyal Berserker Heroic Spirit in an exhilarating clash.

This battle was vastly different from the ones before. After the Skeleton Clone absorbed a massive amount of energy from the White Bone Stone and his racial Combat Power Coefficient had greatly increased, his strength was on a whole other level. He no longer needed to exert his full effort; the sheer force of his abundant energy was enough to intimidate his opponent.

As the battle commenced, the Skeleton Clone moved like lightning. Every swing of the Corpse Long Spear whistled through the air, and every footstep made the ground tremble.

In the Skeleton Clone's eyes, Olaf's Berserker Double Axes were no longer an insurmountable obstacle. He didn't even need to dodge; a light thrust of the Corpse Long Spear could easily block Olaf's attacks. Even Olaf's ultimate skill, [Bloodthirsty Frenzy], was rendered completely ineffective by Fang Zhou's skilled use of [Block and Counterattack].

Finally, a perfect moment arrived. The Skeleton Clone seized a minor opening when Olaf faltered. With lightning speed, he delivered a heavy blow to Olaf's axe-wielding arm, sending the Double Axes flying in an arc before they crashed to the ground. Without hesitation, the Skeleton Clone lunged forward, placing the tip of the Corpse Long Spear steadily between Olaf's brows.

The Skeleton Clone, once evenly matched with Olaf, could now so easily suppress him. With just a slight push, the spear tip would penetrate Olaf's skull, sending this once-powerful adversary into the abyss of reincarnation.

Of course, Fang Zhou wouldn't deliver the fatal blow. This battle, after all, was merely a test of strength, not a true life-and-death duel.

Fang Zhou steadily withdrew his Corpse Long Spear. He cracked a bloody grin and let out a hoarse, piercing laugh. An overwhelming sense of exhilaration surged from the depths of his being, permeating every corner of his body.

Since entering this Burial Wilderness, Fang Zhou had come to deeply understand an indisputable fact: in this world filled with death and darkness, strength was his only means of survival. Every step forward was accompanied by endless battles and evolutionary devouring. Every victory was a confirmation of his own abilities.

Now, in less than half a month, his Skeleton Clone's power had grown so significantly. This filled him with unprecedented confidence for the future and gave him the courage to explore further.

Fang Zhou's gaze slowly swept over the remnants of the White Bone Stone crystal cluster, his eyes burning with a fierce flame. He licked his chapped lips, feeling an unprecedented craving for these Undead-Attribute resource points. In his view, the mutated entities with low-level intelligence and the Undead-Attribute resources that could greatly enhance his combat power were far more precious than the ordinary Undead Creatures scattered across the mountains.

Through the Soul Link established by his Skeleton Monarch skill, Fang Zhou conveyed a crystal-clear command to his dozens of Skeleton Servants: Hunt, slaughter, explore, discover. For their king, they must seize more resources.

At his command, the dozen or so Skeleton Teams quickly assembled and regrouped. Like undercurrents, they spread out, searching in different directions.

This time, Fang Zhou did not specify a particular direction but chose to head towards areas with a denser concentration of the Undead Attribute. He was confident that with his combat power now far surpassing Olaf's, he could thrive even in territories occupied by Middle-Tier Black Iron Undead Creatures.

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