Chapter 707: The Danger Zone.

The first Fallen crashed against the ground, its skeletal frame shattered by the Storm Tyrant’s hammer.

The remaining two immediately rushed forward.

One dragged its chains across the ground, attempting to trap the undead giant’s legs, while the other raised its anchor and swung it toward the Storm Tyrant’s upper body.

However, the undead Storm Tyrant barely reacted.

It released the chain in its hand and stepped forward. Its enormous hammer swept sideways, smashing into the incoming anchor before the weapon could reach its target.

Clang!

The anchor was knocked away with such force that the chain attached to it snapped taut. The Fallen holding it was dragged forward, its body stumbling toward the Storm Tyrant.

Before it could regain its balance, the giant raised its free hand and grabbed its skull.

Crack!

Its fingers closed around the Fallen’s head, crushing the skeletal structure in a single motion. Green light flickered inside its eye sockets before disappearing completely.

The Storm Tyrant casually threw the lifeless body aside.

At that moment, the last Fallen reached its legs.

Its chains wrapped around one of the giant’s ankles, and it pulled with all its strength. The heavy links tightened, scraping against the Storm Tyrant’s armor as the creature attempted to drag it down.

But the undead giant did not even stumble.

It lowered its head and looked at the Fallen.

Then it raised one foot.

Bang!

Its enormous heel descended upon the creature, crushing its upper body against the stone. The chains rattled violently, and its remaining bones scattered beneath the weight.

The undead Storm Tyrant lifted its foot and brought its hammer down.

Boom!

The final Fallen was reduced to a heap of broken bones.

Everything happened in less than a minute.

The undead Storm Tyrant stood among the remains, its soul fire burning steadily. Not a single movement suggested that the battle had required any meaningful effort.

It had destroyed all three Fallen as though they were nothing more than troublesome insects.

Thoren watched the scene through the darkness.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

As expected, the undead Storm Tyrant’s recent advancement had made a considerable difference.

Its strength was now far beyond what these three Fallen could handle. Even their strange weapons and coordinated attacks had failed to slow it down.

"Keep moving," he commanded.

The undead Storm Tyrant turned around and took the lead, its enormous hammer resting against its shoulder.

Thoren followed a few steps behind, while the undead Echo Scarabs continued scouting the surrounding area.

The narrow passage stretched deeper into the darkness.

With the Storm Tyrant leading the way, Thoren no longer needed to expose himself to every potential danger before his undead could react.

Its enormous frame was more than enough to serve as a shield against most threats that might emerge from the tunnel.

For a moment, everything was silent except for the heavy footsteps of the undead Storm Tyrant and Thoren’s own footsteps.

The sound echoed through the narrow passage, travelling farther than it should have before gradually disappearing into the darkness.

The atmosphere grew increasingly suffocating.

There was something unsettling about the place. The stone walls seemed to press closer with every step, and the darkness ahead appeared almost solid. Even the faint glow of the Storm Tyrant’s soul fire struggled to illuminate the path beyond a certain distance.

Thoren kept his eyes forward.

He could not shake the feeling that something was watching them.

The absence of other creatures did not reassure him. If anything, it made him more cautious.

The Fallen they had encountered were not ordinary wandering undead, and their presence suggested that something more dangerous might inhabit the deeper regions of this place.

He continued walking without saying a word.

Another five minutes passed.

Then Thoren heard something.

Clang.

His footsteps stopped.

The sound was faint at first, almost indistinguishable from the occasional scraping of the Storm Tyrant’s armor against the stone. However, after listening carefully, he realized it was coming from somewhere ahead.

Clang.

Clang.

The sound repeated at irregular intervals.

It was the thick, heavy clang of metal striking against something hard.

Thoren’s expression tightened.

He raised his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as he tried to determine the direction and distance of the noise. His previous calm had disappeared, replaced by a tense and cautious expression.

Something was ahead.

Thoren remained still for a moment, listening.

Clang.

This time, the sound was clearer.

It came from beyond the narrow passage, somewhere in the darkness ahead. Thoren did not intend to investigate blindly.

Quickly, he commanded the two undead Echo Scarabs to scouts ahead.

Their delicate wings began vibrating, producing barely audible buzzing sounds as they flew deeper into the tunnel.

One after another, the undead Echo Scarabs entered the narrow passage and disappeared around the bend.

Thoren waited.

Through their mental connection, he gradually began receiving information about the surrounding area.

The narrow passage eventually opened into a much larger space.

The stone ridges and trenches that had dominated the earlier zones were gone. Instead, an expansive dark plain stretched into the distance, its boundaries disappearing beneath the oppressive darkness.

Sharp sand was scattered everywhere.

Unlike ordinary sand, its surface was covered with countless jagged fragments. Some pieces were small enough to be mistaken for gravel, while others resembled broken blades partially buried beneath the surface.

Then the Echo Scarabs found the source of the sound.

Thoren’s expression changed.

Clang!

A massive metallic impact echoed across the open space.

Through the mental link of his undead scouts, he finally caught sight of the creature responsible.

It was enormous.

Its gigantic body stood in the darkness, towering over the surrounding terrain. The creature’s movements were slow, but every shift of its body produced another heavy metallic clang.

Thoren focused his attention on the creature.

Even without approaching it, he could sense the difference between this thing and the Fallen they had encountered earlier.

The pressure radiating from its enormous body was far more oppressive, and its movements carried a weight that made the surrounding terrain seem insignificant.