Chapter 1107
Undead Slaughter the City
The alarm blared mournfully, and purple warning lights flashed in every corner of the city, like a desperate wail.
Inside the city, the residents were completely gripped by panic. Cries, shouts, and screams mingled together, creating a tragic dirge of despair.
As they watched the undead surging into the city like a tide, and the enormous bone wings that blotted out the sky, all that remained in their hearts was endless fear.
"It's over. We're all going to die here." Someone slumped to the ground, his eyes vacant, having lost all courage to resist.
Mo Fan stood on the edge of the collapsed city wall, with a bottomless abyss of ruins beneath his feet and frantically rushing undead around him.
He felt the overwhelming pressure of the Lord of the Underworld, which was like the Dao of Heaven, and the stagnation of magical energy within his body, but he did not flinch in the slightest. Instead, a fierce fighting spirit ignited within him.
He turned to look at Zhou Min and Mu Bai not far away. Although their faces were pale, there was no fear in their eyes.
Zhou Min gripped the Ice Shard Staff tightly, while Mu Bai activated a rare light magic spell, attempting to dispel the purple demonic mist around them.
"Mo Fan!" Zhou Min looked at him, her voice trembling slightly, yet unusually firm, "We can't give up!"
Mo Fan took a deep breath and nodded.
He knew that the enemy before him was stronger than ever before, and the ancient capital was in an unprecedented crisis, but the more desperate the moment, the less he could back down.
However, at this moment, the Skeleton King in the sky finally lowered its huge head, and two dark purple soul flames flickered in its pair of empty eye sockets, slowly locking onto the direction of the ancient capital.
An even more terrifying pressure swept down, instantly freezing Mo Fan's movements, as if his blood was about to freeze.
The shadow of despair engulfed the entire ancient capital like a tidal wave.
The gray-black rain continued to pour down, each drop carrying a bone-chilling deathly aura, causing fine blood spots to appear on the skin.
Zhu Meng knelt on one knee on the ruins of the collapsed city wall, his cloudy eyes fixed on the distant horizon, his pupils reflecting the slowly moving "mountain," his muscles trembling violently from extreme anger.
“The rain in Bo City… it’s the rain in Bo City!” Zhu Meng’s voice was hoarse, filled with uncontrollable fear. “Back then, when Bo City was massacred by the undead, it was during this strange rain.”
His words were like a thunderclap, exploding among the surviving magicians.
The Bo City massacre shocked the entire nation, with hundreds of thousands of residents perishing in the jaws of the dead, becoming a source of pain for all magicians.
Now that this familiar rain has fallen again, is the ancient capital destined to repeat the same mistakes?
In the distance, the "mountain" finally revealed its full form.
It wasn't a mountain range at all, but a monarch-level demon whose size was comparable to a small mountain.
The Corpse of the Mountain Peak!
Its body was made up of countless undead skeletons, and its surface was covered with thick layers of rock, like a moving fortress. Every step it took caused the earth to tremble violently, and cracks spread like a spider web.
The mountain corpse did not charge directly, but stopped a hundred miles away from the ancient capital, its huge head slightly lowered, its massive mouth filled with fangs open.
The next second, tens of thousands of undead surged from its mouth like a tidal wave—bone soldiers, bone demons, and heavily armored undead knights. They pounded through the black rain, charging madly towards the ancient capital, their roars shaking the heavens and earth. "Another wave! We can't possibly kill them all!"
A magician screamed in despair, his magic exhausted, his eyes filled with hopelessness.
Covered in blood, the spear in Xiao Lie Wang's hand was broken. He glared angrily at the swarming undead.
He roared, "Hold the line to the death! Even if we die, we must buy time for the city's residents to evacuate!"
However, at that moment, something unexpected happened!
In the heart of the ancient capital, a piercing sound of space tearing suddenly rang out.
Everyone looked up and saw a huge black hole in the sky, with strange energy ripples twisting around its edges. Then, one after another, huge fleshy spheres crashed out of the black hole, falling like meteorites to various parts of the ancient capital.
These fleshy spheres were dark red, their surfaces covered with writhing blood vessels. They landed with a dull thud, splattering a cloud of blood mist. Even more chilling was that the spheres shattered upon impact, revealing a multitude of undead inside—shadow demons skilled in stealth, and liches capable of releasing corrosive venom!
"What...what's going on?"
Zhou Min was stunned by the scene before her. Just as the icicle in her hand froze a charging bone soldier, a foul gust of wind came from behind her. She turned around sharply and saw a bone dragon emerging from the ruptured ball of flesh, its huge bone claws slamming towards her!
"Watch out!" Mo Fan reacted quickly, instantly activating lightning magic. Purple lightning lashed out at the bone dragon like a whip, sending it flying.
He staggered when he landed, his chest heaving with blood and qi. He had already been injured by withstanding the pressure of the Lord of the Underworld, and now, facing the undead attacking from both sides, the pressure increased dramatically.
Holding a wind-elemental longsword, Zhang Xiaohou moved like a ghost among the undead, reaping their lives with each flash of his sword. But his face grew paler and paler.
"Where did these undead come from? Spatial teleportation? Who is helping them?"
Fu Ye stood atop the tallest clock tower in the ancient capital. The torrential rain couldn't dampen his clothes; it was as if an invisible barrier surrounded him.
Looking at the fleshy balls falling from the sky and the flames of war spreading throughout the city, Fu Ye's face remained expressionless, only showing a faint hint of mockery.
"Human ignorance always manages to push the boundaries."
Fu Ye murmured softly.
Within the ancient capital, the battle has reached its climax.
Mo Fan unleashed alternating bursts of fire and lightning magic, golden flames burning the skeletons of the undead and purple lightning tearing through the air. However, there were simply too many undead; as soon as he dealt with one, more would pounce on him.
His arm was slashed by sharp claws, and blood flowed down his arm, dripping onto the ground and instantly swallowed by the black rain.
"Mo Fan! I'm here to help you!" Zhou Min activated fire magic, instantly blasting away the limbs of a bone dragon. Her forehead was covered in sweat, clearly indicating that she had reached the edge of magical exhaustion.
"This can't go on; we have to get out of here quickly!"
Zhang Xiaohou led a group of young magicians, guarding the passage leading to the refuge.
His wind magic was incredibly fast, repeatedly disrupting the undead's formation, but his shoulder was also struck by the lich's venom, leaving a dark gash. "Quick! Get the residents to the underground shelters! We'll hold this place!"
However, the undead's offensive was simply too fierce.
The undead army spewed from the mountain's corpse had breached the outer defenses and was pouring into the city in droves, while high-ranking undead teleported in from elsewhere were wreaking havoc and slaughtering residents who couldn't escape in time. (End of Chapter)