Cursed Immortality

Chapter 1078: Death March!

Under the Spirit Eye King’s scrutiny, the Wise King wasn’t afraid at all but still responded to her inquiry.

He shrugged his shoulders before saying, "I really don’t know. As I previously mentioned, I received an unknown ’tip’ among my love letters that day. Even I couldn’t believe that I have such a capable admirer..." He ruefully sighed, "Pity she didn’t leave her name or origin, or I wouldn’t mind giving her a chance as long as she met my beauty standards."

The Spirit Eye King’s eyes narrowed dangerously with a hint of disdain, not believing a single word of the Wise King. Although he acted frivolously and pretended to be a scumbag, she knew this guy was the most cunning of them all unless he hadn’t gotten the title of the ’Wise’.

"No matter who it was, even I can tell that this matter is far more complex and has hidden dangers than it initially appeared. Someone is trying to use our Life Faction as a pawn in their scheme, and maybe they are the same hidden power that was behind the Champion King and Holy King’s disappearance. Nothing is free in this world!" The Spirit Eye King gravely warned.

The Wise King’s frivolous smile vanished, and a cold glint surfaced in his eyes as he replied, "Pawn or not, we got the chance we’ve been waiting for all this time. As for paying the price, heh, don’t forget our Life Faction isn’t a pushover either. Unless we completely annihilate the Dead Faction from the face of the Middle Plains, no one will bother to interfere in a mere war over some land. In the end, it’s just profiting..."

The Spirit Eye King gazed deeply at the Wise King, but she remained silent, sharing the same thoughts as the Wise King.

At this moment, the Wise King suddenly pulled an impish smile as he tattled, "Besides, right about now, the Neutral Faction would be in chaos as a little birdy had broken the news about the current situation of the Holy Justice Citadel to him. Oh, and that little birdy might’ve placed all the blame on the Shattered Star Pirates, and they were secretly targeting the entire Neutral Faction."

The Spirit Eye King’s eyes widened in astonishment as she looked at Wise King with disbelief, and couldn’t help but praise, "You sneaky scoundrel! Now, as long as we can take down the Vampires, those Neutral Faction idiots won’t have the chance to come and snatch away our spoils. They’ll be too busy fearing the unknown enemy and strengthening their defenses."

The Wise King elegantly bowed his head as if enjoying the compliment, "How about you show some sincerity and let little brother take on a date after this?"

The Spirit Eye King’s expression turned stern, "In your death!"

"Tsk, tsk, you’ll die single." The Wise King muttered in annoyance.

"What did you say?" The Spirit Eye King seemed ready to attack, and the Wise King feigned ignorance, pretending to observe the Giant War King.

However, at this moment, the Spirit Eye King, Wise King, and Giant War King suddenly sensed something as the battle plains between the Life and Dead Faction suddenly froze, and they collectively looked up.

Without warning, the gloomy skies of the Sagittarius Continent stirred violently, as if some ancient slumbering entity had turned in its sleep.

Clouds twisted and churned until the heavens themselves darkened into a colossal phenomenon—a pitch-black skull, vast enough to blot out the domains of Life, and Dead Factions in one sweep. Its hollow eyes leaked rivers of shadow, and its jaw stretched wide as if to devour the continent whole.

A shudder rippled through every soul present. Even the tens of millions of soldiers froze in terror. The proud armies that moments ago were brimming with battle intent now trembled as one, gazing at the abyssal omen above them.

The Giant War King, seated upon his throne, narrowed his eyes, and his colossal body stiffened as his grip on his war-axe grew iron-tight.

The Wise King and the Spirit Eye King—both carefree and cunning even amidst war—stood rooted, their expressions paling. The sweet taste of inevitable victory was ripped from their mouths, replaced with suffocating dread.

But it was just the beginning, as the next moment, the temperature plummeted. The warmth of life was smothered, replaced by a chilling stillness that seemed to seep into bone and marrow.

The atmosphere itself turned deathly cold, and from every corner of the plains, a profound aura of death surged outward, swelling like a tide.

Every Legendary King present felt it instantly. Their souls quivered. This wasn’t just Death Law—it was Death Law elevated, magnified, and sovereign.

Before defenses could be raised, voices began to creep into their minds.

Whispers, endless whispers...

They weren’t heard through the ears—they were felt directly in the soul. No number of barriers, soul shields, or laws could stop them.

The voices were incomprehensible, a language unknown even to the wisest of the Kings. Yet their tone was unmistakable—the wailing of tormented souls, crying, chanting, pleading, as if a thousand damned beings were clawing for release.

The whispers built, rising into a chorus. The battlefield shook as soldiers dropped their weapons, covering their ears in futility, their eyes bleeding tears of black.

At this moment, a single voice thundered above the wailing. It was infernal—eerie, a sound like a skeletal hand dragging itself across rusted bells.

It crawled from the depths of hell itself, and when it spoke, it was as though a decree of the abyss was passed upon the entire continent, "Sacrilegious ants! Dare to disrupt the peace of the Undying Skyfall? Only by offering your tainted souls to my liege can you achieve infernal salvation!

"Death Domain: DEATH MARCH!"

The instant the words ended, every being—Legendary Kings, generals, soldiers—was struck by a horrifying realization.

They understood the words. Though the voice was alien, beyond origin, its decree resonated in their souls as though written in the laws of existence itself.

Before shock could fade, the phenomenon unfolded—dark mist seeped into the world.

Not descending from the skull in the sky, but seeping out of the air itself, like ink bleeding through paper. The mist sank into the soil, vanishing beneath their feet.

The next moment, the battlefield trembled. Not with war drums, not with might, but with the sound of earth itself being torn apart, and then sounds of crawling begin to charge the air with terror because the dead have awoken!