Chapter 1120
The Tomb of the Ancient King
He looked at the perilous bridge behind him, a smug smile on his face.
"A bunch of fools, they actually chose the Death Gate! Now, the legacy of the Ancient King is mine!"
He ran eagerly into the darkness ahead, his heart filled with a longing for the inheritance.
What he didn't know was that what awaited him was not endless wealth and power, but the ultimate trap prepared by the ancient king for the greedy.
The altar of the ancient king.
Fu Ye looked in the direction where Fang Gu had disappeared, a cold glint in his eyes.
Fang Gu, you will eventually pay the price for your greed.
The altar of the ancient king is where you will be buried.
Mo Fan and the others also saw Fang Gu's disappearing figure, and their anger gradually subsided.
They knew that Fang Gu's fate was already sealed, and they didn't need to lift a finger.
At this moment, they had reached the end of the bridge and stepped into a new space.
There are no more howling winds or deep abysses here, but a vast, empty square.
Just as they stepped onto the other side of the Bridge of Life and Death, before their feet had even found their footing, a cracking sound suddenly came from the space above their heads.
Mo Fan's heart tightened, and he subconsciously looked up. He saw that the originally stable space was cracked like broken glass, with countless lines appearing in the dark cracks, and dense black shadows surging out like a tide.
They are the dead!
Hundreds of servant-level bone soldiers brandished their rusty weapons, dozens of warrior-level bloodwing bat demons spread their scarlet wings, and several enormous carrion warriors, dragging their bloated bodies, fell from the spatial rift and pounced on the group.
Just like in the original story, crossing the bridge will trigger a spatial trap, causing a large number of undead to pour out!
Mo Fan thought to himself, and was about to unleash fire magic to fight when he saw that Liu Xian and Liu Ru had already made their move.
A sudden burst of chilling energy erupted from Liu Xian's body, and a scarlet energy blade condensed in her hand. Her figure moved like a ghost among the undead.
With each swing of her blade, she severed the bones of several bone soldiers and froze the wings of the Bloodwing Bats. Her movements were elegant yet deadly; in moments, more than a dozen undead fell at her feet, turning to ashes.
A soft, dark red light emanated from Liu Ru's palm as she pushed her vampire magic to its limit.
She gently raised her hand, and several blood-red vines sprouted from the ground, coiling around the Flesh Warrior like venomous snakes. The barbs on the vines pierced deep into the rotting flesh, absorbing the death energy of the undead, while releasing corrosive energy that melted the Flesh Warrior's body little by little.
Monarch-level vampires are indeed terrifying! These servant-level and warrior-level undead are utterly helpless in their presence!
Mo Fan was shocked. He had thought it would be a fierce battle, but Liu Xian and Liu Ru had easily taken control of the situation.
Fu Ye stood still, his black robes fluttering without wind, surrounded by spatial power. The undead that approached him were torn apart by the invisible spatial barrier before they could even touch his body, and they didn't even have the chance to get close.
His gaze swept forward, landing on a large, tiered platform not far away, and he said calmly.
"Don't waste time, deal with them, and get up there as soon as possible."
Mo Fan and Zhang Xiaohou no longer hesitated and activated their magic to join the battle.
Mo Fan's fire and lightning magic intertwined, and the golden fireball and purple lightning formed an energy storm that blasted swarms of bone soldiers into dust.
Zhang Xiaohou activated the ancient king's bloodline, unleashing a golden wind-elemental sword aura that was incredibly sharp. With a single strike, he could cleave the wings of the Bloodwing Bat Demon and slay warrior-level undead as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.
With the combined efforts of the five, the surging undead were quickly cleared away.
All that remained on the ground were piles of white bones and black turbid liquid, and the spatial rift slowly closed after the undead were all killed.
Mo Fan took a breath and looked at the stepped platform in front of him. The platform was made of black stone and extended upwards in layers, with hundreds of steps. Each step was carved with intricate patterns and exuded a strong ancient aura and a faint deathly aura.
The end of the platform was shrouded in darkness, obscuring the view above.
Is this the staircase leading to the altar? It looks quite high.
Mo Fan thought to himself, and just as he was about to step forward, he saw Fu Ye move and rush towards the steps.
To everyone's astonishment, Fu Ye did not walk up the steps one by one, but instead took three steps at a time, covering a distance of more than ten meters with each step, as if shrinking the earth to an inch, and quickly leaping up the stairs.
His figure left afterimages on the steps, and in just a few breaths, he had already rushed to the upper middle part of the steps.
What a great speed!
Mo Fan was amazed and, without the slightest hesitation, quickly followed.
The patterns on the steps glowed with a faint black light the moment people stepped on them, emanating a subtle pressure.
Soon, everyone rushed to the top of the steps and stepped onto a flat platform.
As soon as they stood firm, the sight before them caused everyone's pupils to shrink in shock.
At the center of the platform stood a huge black altar.
The altar is about ten meters high and is supported by eight stone pillars carved with patterns of the dead. The top is a circular platform with intricate arrays carved on it, exuding a strong aura of bloodlust.
In front of the altar stood a jet-black throne, crafted from an unknown black metal and inlaid with several dark red gems, radiating a chilling aura of power.
At that moment, a familiar figure stood before the throne.
It's Fang Gu!
Fang Gu's face was contorted with madness, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, and a strange smile hung on his lips.
In his hand, he held a dark red cloak, embroidered with intricate blood-red patterns, exuding a strong aura of bloodlust and an ancient kingly presence.
That was the ancient royal armor that originally sat on the throne, a relic of the ancient king!
"Hahaha! I got it! I got the Ancient King's legacy!"
Fang Gu laughed wildly and suddenly draped the ancient royal armor over his own body.
The moment the cloak was on, it instantly merged into his body.
A powerful aura of bloodlust erupted from his body, causing his physique to swell, his muscles to bulge, his skin to turn dark red, and the crimson in his eyes to intensify.
A faint blood mist surrounded him, and the aura he emitted instantly reached the peak of the Commander level, even showing signs of breaking through to the Monarch level!
"Oh no!" Mo Fan's heart skipped a beat, realizing something was wrong.
Fu Ye wasn't surprised to see this.
The Ancient King's Armor is one of the core elements of the Ancient King's legacy, containing immense power.
Of course.
This power comes at a price; if the armor cannot be suppressed, it will continuously absorb the life force of the user.
Zhang Xiaohou's expression was also solemn.
Fang Gu possesses the bloodline of an ancient king, and with the power of the ancient king's armor, his strength will undoubtedly become extremely terrifying. Defeating him would likely come at a considerable cost. (End of Chapter)