Starting with the Magic Absorption Technique: I swept through the fantasy world.

The Phoenix Princess forced a grim smile. The situation was like a gamble; if the Emperor couldn't kill the King of the Dead, she wouldn't be able to escape the poisonous attacks of the surrounding undead.

She wasn't panicked. For some reason, she felt that the Emperor could kill the King of Death and end this Ghost Day ahead of schedule.

Not long after, there was a noise about 100 meters ahead.

"what!"

The Phoenix Princess cried out in surprise.

Wang Mu also saw the object coming from the sky. Seeing that it was a giant dragon, he turned around and asked, "Is this also a skeleton? Am I seeing things?"

At this moment, Xu Ya turned pale and took a step back, exclaiming in panic, "That's an ice dragon!"

"Frost Dragon?"

The next second, Wang Mu was not afraid but delighted, and shouted loudly, "What, an ice dragon? Haha, I was just looking for you."

"Your Majesty, the King of the Dead is up there."

Wang Mu, who was about to kill the Frost Dragon, heard this and immediately felt a chill run down his spine, involuntarily gasping for breath.

Then he realized that killing one or two was the same as killing two, so he said to the Phoenix Princess, "I'm going to kill the King of the Dead. Take care of yourself."

At this moment, the Frost Dragon was less than ten meters from the cliff; the dragon arrived very quickly.

"Your Majesty, you must be careful."

Wang Mu didn't speak. He moved the object in his right hand to his left, then pushed off with both feet, flying into the air and unleashing several palm strikes at the Frost Dragon.

Although the Fiery Palm technique couldn't harm the Frost Dragon or the Undead King above, it did draw them over.

He landed on the dragon's back, and looked around, but there was no sign of the King of the Dead.

Just as Xu Ya was about to give a reminder, a group of undead rushed over. Although there was a shield on the scroll, these light shields were not like the protection of Li Yan, and required the cultivator to support them with their mental power.

She used her mental energy to support the light shield while looking at the figure in the air.

At this moment, Wang Mu did not see the Undead King, so he simply ignored it, put away the item in his left hand, and unleashed several dragon breaths at his back from the Frost Dragon.

Wang Mu leaped into the air, thinking to himself that the Frost Dragon's breath was quite strange; not only was it icy cold, but it also contained a deathly aura.

After landing, he slapped the frost dragon on the back with his palm. Although the palm had the force of a thousand pounds, it was no big deal to the dragon.

Seeing that he could not harm the dragon, he took out a dagger and took a few drops of dragon blood first.

Suddenly, several streams of deathly energy bound him silently.

"what!"

Wang Mu tried to remove the binding ropes from his body, but unexpectedly, the deathly aura could not be dispelled immediately. He was startled and instantly moved several meters away, landing on the dragon's head.

Looking at the dragon's back, there seems to be a hint of evil about it.

Just then, a jolt went through him, and he quickly pushed off with his feet, flying into the air. Looking up at the head of the Frost Dragon, he saw a ghostly figure with its mouth wide open, as if it were about to suck him in.

He broke out in a cold sweat, thinking to himself that the attack of the King of the Dead was extremely strange.

The three rings, each seven-colored, shattered the deathly energy binding the dragon's body. Several more palm strikes followed, and flames fell upon the giant dragon.

The frost dragon was furious and turned to face the humans in the air.

With the dragon and the undead king lurking in the shadows, Wang Mu dared not be careless in the slightest. Using the force of his palm, he rose several meters higher and then threw out a long rope, which was immediately looped around the dragon's head.

The frost dragon was enraged and unleashed several dragon breaths at him.

Wang Mu dodged the attack, but the long rope had already been burned through by the dragon's breath. However, he flew onto the back of the giant dragon.

After landing, he didn't care where the King of the Dead was, and clapped his hands dozens of times in all directions, creating a sky full of fiery palms that set the dragon ablaze.

The frost dragon was not afraid of the flames, but was extremely angry, its roar echoing throughout the night sky.

Wang Mu dodged several dragon breaths, but suddenly found that his soul seemed to be being pulled away by something.

In his horror, he immediately guessed that it must be the lurking undead king causing trouble; this silent and stealthy attack method was truly terrifying.

He was at a loss, unable to find the King of the Dead.

In an instant, several sharp cones fell from mid-air, surrounded by a chilling aura of death.

Without thinking, Wang Mu quickly took a few steps back, and the sharp cone plunged into the dragon's back.

He was shocked, thinking to himself that these sharp awls were incredibly sharp.

At this moment, the Frost Dragon, in great pain, roared and rolled incessantly in the air.

Wang Mu lost his footing and fell off the dragon's body. He quickly waved his hand, and a thin steel cable pierced the dragon's body. Using the pulling force of the steel cable, he flew to the back of the frost dragon.

At this moment, the dragon stopped rolling and spread its wings, flying wildly in the night sky.

Wang Mu secretly guarded against the King of the Dead, projecting his mind outwards in hopes of finding him.

Before the next second had passed, he felt a chill down his spine. He quickly dodged the attack, then looked at the short spear that had flown past him. He turned back and thrust it back at the same person.

He slapped his hand, and the short spear whizzed past his side.

At that moment, the dragon reared up, and the short spear pierced its thick back.

The Frost Dragon let out a miserable cry, flapping its wings in agony, and the roars it emitted echoed throughout the entire Holy Mountain.

As he fell again, Wang Mu grabbed the Frost Dragon's tail.

Unexpectedly, dragon blood poured down from his head like rain.

Wang Mu immediately thought of what Nicola had asked him to do, and hurriedly used his palm to absorb a few drops of dragon blood. With the help of his left hand, he propelled his body upwards.

Reaching mid-air, he instantly took out an empty bottle from his spatial ring, put a few drops of dragon blood into it, and then moved the bottle back into the spatial ring. Taking advantage of the dragon's roll, he grabbed one of its claws.

In the blink of an eye, he was extremely fortunate. If the King of the Dead hadn't injured the Frost Dragon, it wouldn't have been so easy to obtain a few drops of dragon blood.

Suddenly, he thought of something, took out a long dagger, and stabbed it into the dragon's body.

The frost dragon felt another pang of pain and then swooped down.

Seeing that the dragon had regained its footing, Wang Mu quickly flew to the dragon's back.

Sensing that the King of the Dead was nearby, he roared and struck out with his palm. Instantly, he flashed to the dragon's tail, and without stopping, struck out with his palm several more times. He then flashed to the dragon's head again, realizing that he had finally gotten rid of the King of the Dead.

The undead king, lurking in the shadows, never expected the human to change positions so rapidly and move so quickly, and was caught off guard.

At this moment, Wang Mu coldly stared at the empty dragon's back, knowing that the King of the Dead was hiding in the shadows and that he could not find him. Moreover, ordinary methods could not harm the King of the Dead at all.

At this moment, he felt very fortunate because Charlotte's reminder had enabled him to prepare.

He was about to unleash the Taichong Divine Thunder Technique when the King of the Dead's attack came incredibly fast, and several death ropes bound him again.

Wang Mu quickly used the Three Rings Seven Colors technique and several bursts of Flame Spiritual Power to break free of the ropes binding him. He then hurriedly took out a yellow talisman.

At that moment, a skeleton appeared out of thin air in front of him; it was a level 10 undead.

He reacted instantly and struck the skeleton with his palm. The Stone-Splitting Palm could break hard stone, but to his surprise, the skeleton in front of him was unharmed, only knocked back a few meters.