Chapter 1108
Chaotic Battle
On the streets, blood stained the cobblestones, and mutilated limbs were everywhere.
The ancient capital, a city with a thousand-year-old civilization, has now become a feast for the dead.
An atmosphere of despair spread like a plague, and more and more mages began to break down. Some even threw down their weapons and knelt down to beg for mercy, only to be instantly torn apart by the undead.
"No!" Mo Fan's eyes instantly filled with bloodshot as he saw a young mage being devoured by a bone dragon.
He suddenly erupted, his magical energy surging wildly, and at that moment there were faint signs of a breakthrough.
Golden flames and purple lightning intertwined to form a massive fire dragon, which roared as it charged toward the surrounding undead, instantly devouring dozens of bone soldiers and a bone dragon!
"Mo Fan, you..." Zhou Min stared at Mo Fan in shock. She could sense that Mo Fan's magical strength had actually increased during the battle!
Mo Fan was panting heavily, his wounds throbbing with pain, but his eyes grew increasingly resolute.
"We can't lose!" he roared. "Bo City is gone, and the ancient capital can't suffer the same fate! Even if we die, we'll drag these monsters down with us!"
His words were like a shot of adrenaline, reigniting the fighting spirit of the desperate mages around them. "Yes! We can't lose!" "Fight them!" The crowd roared and charged at the undead again. Even though they were covered in wounds and exhausted, not one of them retreated.
The bloody yellow rain continued to drizzle and wash over the ruins of the ancient capital.
Mo Fan had barely dealt with the undead in front of him when a chilling gust of wind came from behind him. He turned around abruptly and saw three bone needles, coated with black energy, fly past his ears and embed themselves in the broken wall behind him, instantly corroding three black holes.
"Jie Jie"
A sinister laugh came from the shadows, and three figures dressed in blue robes slowly emerged. The leader had a withered face and a greedy, treacherous smile on his lips.
They are the lackeys of the Black Vatican.
The two black-clad cultists behind him exuded a chilling aura, gripping chains covered in barbs in their hands, their eyes fixed on Mo Fan and the others like hungry wolves.
"The Black Vatican!"
Zhang Xiaohou roared angrily.
Several low-ranking members of the Black Vatican licked their chapped lips, their eyes scanning Mo Fan back and forth.
"Our lord wants to destroy the ancient capital. We are just here to complete the mission and pick up some 'spoils' along the way."
His gaze fell on Mo Fan, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes.
"The master said you must die."
"Dream on!" Zhou Min sneered, instantly conjuring a fireball that pointed directly at the Black Vatican members in front of her. "You scum will be dealt with sooner or later!"
Upon seeing this, the smiles on the three people vanished instantly, and their eyes turned sinister.
"You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences. I didn't want to kill you, but since you're courting death, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
He suddenly raised his hand, and the two black-clad cultists behind him immediately summoned hundreds of black beast demons, as well as dozens of cursed beast demons.
Even more despicable, they secretly controlled several black beast demons to pounce on several injured civilians not far away!
The civilians, already trembling with fear, now faced with the double attack of the undead and the Black Church, let out desperate cries.
"You're despicable!" Mo Fan's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He never expected that the other party would use civilians as a shield.
He instantly unleashed a portion of his lightning magic, striking the black beast demons, while simultaneously shouting to Zhang Xiaohou, "Xiaohou, protect the civilians! Zhou Min, Mu Bai, join forces with me to deal with them!"
"Alright!" Zhang Xiaohou flashed forward, unleashing his wind magic to its fullest extent, rushing towards the civilians like a whirlwind and carrying them away from the danger zone.
However, this also exposed him to the attack range of the black-clad cultists. A black chain suddenly wrapped around his ankle and pulled him backward, causing him to fall heavily to the ground.
"Young Master Hou!" Mu Bai exclaimed in surprise, immediately activating ice magic to freeze the chains, but was struck on the shoulder by the dark ray emitted by the ghost robe, and blood instantly stained the robe.
Zhou Min's fire magic was very powerful, but she had already expended a great deal of energy beforehand.
"Mo Fan, we'll be worn down if this continues! We must break through as soon as possible!"
The Black Vatican members looked at Mo Fan and his group, who were locked in a fierce battle, and wore smug smiles.
"Break out? Where to break out? The outside is full of undead. Even if you kill me, you won't escape this dead city!"
As he spoke, he kept urging the black beast demons to gather in this direction, clearly intending to completely surround and kill Mo Fan and the others.
Mo Fan gritted his teeth, his magical energy surging wildly within him. Purple lightning intertwined to form an energy shield that combined offense and defense, blocking the Black Beast Demon's attack.
But he could feel that the magic in his body was being rapidly depleted, while the ghost-robed warrior's attacks were becoming increasingly fierce, clearly intending to wear them down until they were exhausted.
"These scumbags actually resorted to such despicable means!"
Mo Fan was burning with rage, wishing he could rush up and tear the ghost robe apart.
But he knew he couldn't act rashly now. If the defenses collapsed, not only would they not survive, but the civilians would also become sacrifices to the dead and the Black Church.
At this critical moment, a vast and powerful spiritual force suddenly enveloped the entire ancient capital, like warm sunlight piercing through dark clouds, dispelling the atmosphere of despair that permeated the air.
Immediately afterwards, a calm and clear voice resounded directly in everyone's mind.
“Space teleportation arrays have been set up in the central square of the ancient capital and the four corners of the city in all directions. Humans can be teleported to Lan City, 300 miles away. Undead and dark creatures are prohibited from entering.”
The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority, instantly drowning out the roars and cries on the battlefield.
Mo Fan froze, his magic instinctively stopping. He stared in disbelief towards the center of the ancient capital, his heart filled with turmoil.
"This...this is Fu Ye's voice? He actually set up a spatial teleportation array?"
Not only him, but Zhou Min, Mu Bai, and Zhang Xiaohou also stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.
"A teleportation array? Lan City, three hundred miles away?"
Mu Bai muttered to himself, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"How did he do that? Even a high-level space magician couldn't possibly create such a large-scale spatial teleportation array, let alone set it up in such a short time. This is simply illogical!"
Zhou Min clutched her injured shoulder, a complex mix of emotions flashing in her eyes—shock, gratitude, and a hint of confusion.
Their shock was not unfounded.
Spatial teleportation arrays are difficult to set up in the first place, let alone five arrays covering the entire ancient capital, requiring precise selection of teleportation targets and isolation from the undead and dark creatures. The mental strength and magical proficiency required far exceeded their understanding. (End of Chapter)