Preparing for a Sweep

Flamel let out a deafening dragon roar, and an equally terrifying dragon's might met it head-on!

The domain of the Saint-level Ninth Rank Undead Nether Dragon, combined with its dragon might, transformed into a tangible shockwave, causing the Saint-level warriors in the front row to stagger and fall.

Immediately afterwards, an elite squad of fifty Death Knights who had sheathed their warhorses and fifty Dark Rangers emerged from both sides, like two sharp scissors, seemingly about to cut the last enemy formation in half.

Three elderly men at the peak of the Saint rank attempted to join forces to resist Flamel, but the dragon race's innate numerical advantage became even more pronounced after entering the Saint rank.

Flamel combined the full power of his domain, dragon might, and laws, and with a single, overwhelming claw strike, the first elder's domain defense shattered as if walking on thin ice.

With a sweep of its tail, the second old man was sent flying, crashing into the gate behind him, and he did not get up.

Before the third old man could even be surprised, he was struck head-on by Flamel's Nether Dragon Breath.

His domain shattered, and all the power of law and star energy within his body were frozen by the law of frost, leaving him completely encased in a dark blue ice crystal.

In just a few breaths, all three peak Saint-level elders lost their ability to fight.

The morale of the remaining Saint-ranked individuals collapsed instantly after witnessing this scene.

The spiritual imprints within these people were completely washed away by the Sea of ​​Laws after they advanced to the Saint rank, so they did not have such a tenacious fighting will.

Some turned and tried to escape into the palace behind them, while others rushed frantically towards the undead legion, preparing to break through, but were quickly overwhelmed in despair.

Li Xingyao ignored the few Saint-level figures who knelt and surrendered; his gaze was firmly drawn to the palace gates.

Slowly raising his hand, the power of the Reality Crystal, combined with telekinesis, invaded the gate, gradually dismantling the deep purple defensive barrier.

After most of the runes' light dimmed, Li Xingyao's stellar energy surged, and the heavy palace doors swung open with a deafening roar.

The sight inside the palace made Li Xingyao pause slightly.

The ground here is paved with a single piece of black jade, and the walls are inlaid with tens of thousands of deep purple crystals.

The crystals were arranged according to a certain pattern, forming a huge energy circulation array.

At the far end of the hall stood a towering throne, upon which sat a figure—an old man in a long black robe, his face withered, his eyes closed, as if he had been dead for some time.

But the moment Li Xingyao stepped into the hall, his tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.

A deep purple light burst forth from those pupils, and an aura infinitely close to the limit of the Saint rank rose from the old man's body.

"You've finally come." The old man's voice was hoarse but calm, carrying a knowing understanding that seemed to have seen through everything. "I've been waiting for a long time."

Li Xingyao stopped and looked at the old man on the throne.

He sensed a strange calmness in the other person's mental fluctuations—no fear, no anger, not even resentment.

There is only a calmness and composure like that of a deep lake.

"Did you know I would come here?" Li Xingyao asked.

"The Dark Gate is the gateway to the northern border of the Abyss Empire. As the lord who guards this place, I naturally understand the significance of your arrival."

The old man slowly stood up, his withered hands resting on the armrest of the throne. "I just didn't expect that what would come would be... a human necromancer."

Even more unexpectedly, you single-handedly broke through the entire city's defenses.

His gaze slowly fell on Li Xingyao, and a faint, indistinct light flashed silently in the depths of his dark purple pupils.

"Your soul... is very special. I can feel that your soul carries a power far beyond imagination."

Your true source of power... wasn't born in the Central Plains, was it?

Li Xingyao remained silent and did not answer the probing question.

Seeing his silence, the old man didn't press further, but let out a soft sigh.

"Never mind, none of that matters anymore. The Dark Gate is finished. My ancestors said that no empire can escape its inevitable collapse."

As he finished speaking, he raised his hand, and a dark purple crystal appeared in his palm. "This is the key to the treasury of my lord's manor, which contains the treasures accumulated by the princes and lords of the Dark Gate throughout the ages."

Take them away, give them to a necromancer; it's better than letting them slowly decay here.

Li Xingyao stared at the dark purple crystal that floated silently in his palm, not immediately reaching out to take it. "Aren't you surprised by the impending destruction of the Abyss Empire?"

"Isn't this just how the Central Continent, or rather this dimensional sea, is? The great world devours the small world, and the empire annexes territory. This is the rule, and it is also the inevitability of evolution."

"The Abyss Empire was established to give dark professionals a 'home' so that no one would be ostracized in Central Continent."

My ancestors did it, but we have turned this place into a place of nothing but 'enslavement'.

Your appearance will bring another Dark Star God to Central Continent. Even if you don't establish an empire, the necromancer profession will be valued by everyone in the future.

"Like shadow assassins, like dark mages, as long as future generations are not discriminated against, then the Abyss Empire will not be considered destroyed." Li Xingyao was silent for a moment, then used his telekinesis to receive the crystal.

A relieved smile appeared on the old man's face.

He took one last look at the palace he had ruled for half his life, then slowly sat back on his throne and closed his eyes.

In an instant, the aura emanating from his body vanished like waves receding rapidly after a high tide, disappearing quickly along the lines of his skin. His once vibrant life force was completely extinguished in just a few breaths.

This lord of the Dark Gate chose to face death in his own way.

Li Xingyao put away the crystal and did not linger in the palace any longer.

He issued new orders to the undead legion through a soul link, leaving some undead to guard the prisoners and inventory supplies, while he himself left the underground with Flamel and his elite guards.

When they returned to the surface, it was already dark.

The gray-brown wasteland was immersed in twilight, and the desolate atmosphere became even stronger. At the entrance of the distant rift, the dead continued to emerge from the dark underground, dragging wave after wave of dusty spoils and bowed prisoners.

Li Xingyao hovered in mid-air, overlooking the border area that was now completely under his control, and began to plan his next move.

"The Dark Gate is merely the gateway to the northern border of the Abyss Empire. The Abyss Empire's territory is no smaller than that of the Axis Empire, spanning hundreds of thousands of kilometers of underground world from north to south."

This is just the beginning.

He had already obtained a great deal of information about the heart of the Abyss Empire from the soul memories of the Lord of the Dark Gate.