Chapter 1113
, Part 9: Empress You
Amidst the howls of countless undead, the group of five flew toward the core of the all-consuming Abyss.
The Lord of the Skeletons sensed their intentions and let out an angry roar. His huge bone wings flapped violently, and countless bone feathers shot out like sharp blades.
Fu Ye turned around, his eyes turning cold. He raised his hand and waved, and a black energy barrier instantly unfolded, blocking all the bone feathers and even reflecting them back, turning several high-level undead that were rushing towards him into sieves.
"A mere monarch dares to stop me?"
Fu Ye's voice was calm, yet it carried an air of majesty that seemed to transcend all things.
Both the Corpse Lord of the Skeleton and the Corpse of the Mountain felt a fear originating from their very souls, and subconsciously stopped their attacks, watching helplessly as Fu Ye and the others disappeared into the black vortex of the Abyss of Fiends.
The black vortex at the entrance to the Abyss of Evil is like the maw of a giant beast, devouring all light and life.
The moment Fu Ye led his team into the area, the surrounding space and time began to distort strangely. The howls of the dead seemed to come from the deepest hell, densely surrounding their ears and making them uneasy.
The moment they stepped into the Abyss of Evil, they were enveloped in a completely different environment.
Mo Fan's little mudfish pendant on his chest suddenly heated up and released a ball of emerald green Earthly Holy Spring energy, which transformed into a semi-transparent protective shield that enveloped his entire body. The life energy in the spring water and the death energy of the Abyss of Fiends repelled each other, forming a natural barrier that protected him from erosion.
Zhang Xiaohou, Fang Gu, and Su Xiaoluo, due to the ancient royal blood flowing in their bodies, were spontaneously surrounded by a faint golden halo. The low-level undead spirits, feeling the sacred pressure contained in the bloodline, all retreated and dared not even get close.
Fu Ye walked at the very front of the group, his black robes fluttering even without wind.
Without relying on any external force, he simply raised his hand, and an invisible spatial barrier unfolded around him, protecting Liu Xian and Liu Ru behind him.
The power of space is like the most solid barrier. The dense death energy in the Abyss of Fiends is instantly torn apart upon contact, without even a ripple.
To him, the deathly aura of the undead, which was enough to kill ordinary high-level mages and even forbidden spell mages, was nothing more than insignificant dust.
"Follow me, don't get lost."
Fu Ye's voice was calm and even, yet it pierced through the noisy roars in the Abyss of Fiends, clearly reaching everyone's ears.
Su Xiaoluo stayed close to Liu Ru, her small hands clenched so tightly they turned white.
Despite being protected by the ancient royal bloodline, the chilling aura permeating the Abyss of Evil still sent shivers down her spine, and the scene before her eyes terrified her.
The two sides of the plane were embedded with pale bones, some of which were even wriggling slightly. Thick black liquid flowed on the ground, each drop exuding a nauseating corrosive smell. Occasionally, a few low-level undead that managed to escape the net would rush over, but before they could get close, they were blasted into ashes by the aftershocks emanating from Fu Ye's barrier.
Fang Gu's gaze grew even more intense.
Ignoring the terrifying scene around him, he greedily inhaled the ancient energy mixed in the air, his bloodline resonating faintly with some power deep within the Abyss of Evil.
He could sense that the legacy of the ancient king was right ahead. As long as he crossed this area, he could ascend to the heavens and become a powerful being who surpassed everyone else.
As the group ventured deeper, the strength of the undead in the Abyss of Evil increased exponentially.
Initially, there were only weak bone soldiers and corpse slaves, but by the time they reached the middle area, a large number of commander-level undead had appeared.
The Winged Bone Demon spread its enormous bone wings and hovered in mid-air, its sharp claws gleaming with a cold, eerie light.
The Carrion Lord dragged its bloated body, leaving corrosive marks with every step, and spewed out poisonous mist that could instantly melt steel.
The Shadow Demon Commander remained hidden in the shadows, launching deadly attacks from time to time, but Fu Ye easily wiped them out.
Mo Fan's Earthly Holy Spring protective shield gradually glowed, clearly continuing to resist the erosion of undead energy. Su Xiaoluo's face grew paler and paler. Despite the protection of her bloodline, the mental pressure in the middle layer of the Abyss of Fiends was already making it difficult for her to withstand, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of cold sweat.
Only Fang Gu, driven by greed, gritted his teeth and withstood the pressure, though the madness and greed in his eyes were even more intense.
"Hold on, everyone, we're almost at the lower level!" Mo Fan said through gritted teeth.
However, the moment the team stepped into the lower boundary of the Abyss of Fiends, an overwhelming and suffocating mental pressure suddenly swept over them!
This oppressive aura did not originate from any particular undead, but rather from the accumulated death energy and resentment of the Abyss over millions of years. Like an invisible giant hand, it gripped the soul of every individual.
"Not good!" Mo Fan's expression changed drastically. He tried to activate magic to resist, but found that his mental power was as if frozen and difficult to mobilize. The light of the Earthly Holy Spring protective shield dimmed instantly.
Zhang Xiaohou froze, but could only maintain his consciousness for a moment before the world began to spin around him.
He tried to grab the people around him, but he was too weak to move. In the end, everything went black and he fell straight down.
Before the greed in Fang Gu's eyes had faded, it was completely crushed by this mental pressure.
He let out a defiant roar, his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground, falling into a coma.
Su Xiaoluo's situation was the worst.
She was the weakest in strength and the most mentally vulnerable. The moment this pressure hit her, she didn't even have a chance to struggle. She felt as if her head was about to explode, and then everything went black before she lost consciousness.
In the moment before she collapsed, she instinctively reached out her hand towards Fu Ye.
Mo Fan used his last bit of strength to expand the Earthly Holy Spring protective shield, protecting the three unconscious people. Then he could no longer hold on, his vision went black, and he collapsed inside the protective shield.
Within a few breaths, Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou, Fang Gu, and Su Xiaoluo all fell unconscious.
Only Fu Ye, Liu Xian, and Liu Ru, with their extraordinary strength and mental power, managed to withstand the terrifying pressure and clearly see the true scene of the lower level of the Abyss of Fiends.
The space in front of me suddenly opened up.
The area was surrounded by countless necromantic crystals that emitted a ghostly green light, making the entire area appear like a ghostly realm.
The surrounding area was filled with countless commander-level undead, arranged in an orderly fashion like an army. There were hundreds of Winged Bone Demon Generals and Carrion Lords, each exuding a chilling aura. If they were placed in the outside world, they would be enough to destroy a medium-sized city.
Below that was an even darker area.
There, several enormous figures could be vaguely seen curled up on the ground, surrounded by a dense, almost tangible aura of death. Even in their slumber, the pressure they exuded was in no way inferior to that of the Corpse Lord of the Underworld and the Corpse of the Mountain Peak.
Those were six sleeping monarch-level undead!
They are like dormant behemoths; once awakened, they will bring devastating disasters.
Liu Xian's eyes narrowed, and a chilling aura suddenly erupted from her body, ready for battle at any moment. Liu Ru also abandoned her usual gentle demeanor, a faint healing light emanating from her hands as she warily observed her surroundings.
Fu Ye waved his hand, indicating that the two of them did not need to be nervous. His gaze passed over the commander-level undead and landed on a figure deep inside.
It was a spirit seated atop a throne of bones. (End of Chapter)