Twists and Turns

Chapter 70 Twists and Turns

"With the Flame Princess, who is best suited for fire magic, and level four magic, wiping out these one or two thousand undead shouldn't be a problem."

Gojo Satoru spoke, rekindling everyone's confidence.

"This is truly unexpected. It seems there is still hope, still hope!" the chief mage of the Imperial Guard murmured.

"All the sacrifices we made were worthwhile," the military commander remarked.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple. That silver vortex will continue to increase the release of undead!" Xie Sang sighed.

As expected, the empty space within the bronze mirror was immediately filled with a vast expanse of stark white bones.

Looking down from this height, they couldn't find even a few open spaces of ten square meters each; the sheer density of the area sent chills down their spines!

Too many, far too many!!

This seems to be a skeleton horde, an army of nearly ten thousand skeletons!

"We can put away this evil eye bronze mirror now and prepare for our final escape plan," Han Ji said dejectedly.

Seeing Han Ji's dejected and lonely figure, everyone felt extremely sad.

"The escape plan involves taking a small group of people and fighting their way out, but can they really succeed?"

"Choosing a direction other than north might offer a glimmer of hope."

"Is there any point in just barely surviving like this?" Military Commander Lu Xu sighed.

"Young man, you are still young. There's no need for you to be buried along with this ancient city." Zhu Meng turned to look at Gojo Satoru and said solemnly.

"If you want to leave, then leave. I brought Mo Fan here, and I must take him back safely, or I won't have the face to live," Gojo Satoru said calmly.

"Sigh~" Han Ji and the others could only sigh upon seeing this.

"Mo Fan is already dead. You deserve a better future. With your talent, it's not impossible for you to clear out this land of the dead in the future. But once you're dead, you'll have nothing left!"

"No need for further words, I will wait here until Mo Fan is completely dead." Gojo Satoru remained unwavering.

Seeing how stubborn Gojo Satoru was, the others had no choice but to give up and prepare to escape.

……

Before long, everyone was ready, and Han Ji and Zhu Meng came up again to persuade Wu Tiao Wu to leave.

"Come on, don't be sad..." Feijiao also came up to comfort him.

"Surrounded by a horde of skeletons, sigh..."

"Mo Fan and the others aren't dead yet!" Gojo Satoru said irritably.

Gojo Satoru's words stunned everyone.

He's not dead??

That's impossible! How much time has passed? Not to mention a few mid-level mages, even high-level mages would have died several times over inside.

"See for yourselves!" Gojo Satoru said, pointing to the Evil Eye Mirror.

The crowd gathered around again, and the first thing they saw was a shocking mountain of bones!

Anyone could see that Mo Fan's days were numbered, but when they saw the mountain piled up with the bones of the dead, their eyes still couldn't help but well up with tears.

"Why... why are you still persisting..." Lingxi's eyes trembled violently.

The inner city of the ancient capital is at least an isolated island about to be swallowed by a vast black ocean, and it doesn't even qualify as a small boat!

"Should we really run away?" Zhu Meng slowly uttered these words.

"But this city must leave something behind, otherwise it will be completely destroyed," Chu Jia said.

"If anything should be left behind, it should be the remains of the dead!!" Gojo Satoru stood up, his aura soaring.

After a period of intensive recovery, he has almost fully replenished the strength he previously expended.

"Well said! Even if the ancient capital is eventually swallowed up by the undead, I will never back down until all the mages in the city are wiped out!" Zhu Meng was equally determined to fight to the death.

"Boy, you're right. We'd rather die in battle than live a life of dishonor!" The Li clan chief also gave up on fleeing.

As a prominent family in an ancient capital, his roots are here...

"Stop fooling yourselves. Just because Mo Fan is still alive doesn't mean we should give up our escape plan. What good are killing more undead? Even if Lu Huan can deal with the mountain corpses, what good is it? We can't keep fighting against endless undead forever!" Chu Jia said angrily.

However, none of the super-ranked beings paid any attention to Chu Jia, since Lu Huan and Han Ji were the main powerhouses. If no one restrained the mountain corpse, no one could leave.

"President, you decide what to do!"

"Yes, President, you should make the decision."

Han Ji stood there, his tired pupils sunken deep in their sockets.

In fact, the people most likely to escape from the ancient capital were Han Ji and Lu Huan, but they were only willing to live or die with it!

Just as everyone was hesitating, a strange figure engulfed in flames stood in the huge crown in the bronze mirror.

A colossal crown of light stood beneath his feet, his body covered in swirling evil feathers, and dark purple lightning danced wildly in all directions, like chains binding his immense power, covering his shoulders, arms, and feet...

The humanoid monster had long, stiff hair that hung upside down on his back in an eerie manner. His hands were long and had sharp claws. The entire arm was crackling with the chain-like lightning that had been there before.

"What...what is this?"

"Where's Mo Fan!?"

"This is Mo Fan, the demon Mo Fan!" Gojo Satoru recognized the person in the bronze mirror at a glance.

"What did you say? That's Mo Fan?" the gray-haired man said.

"How could a person become like that!"

Du Xiao glanced at the demonic man, then at everyone present, and after thinking for a moment, said, "That was a failed experiment by the Five Continents Magic Association, and Mo Fan seems to be the only one who survived the demonic experiment!"

Although Salam is among them, it still needs to be said now, because everyone needs hope!

If even the super-level mages have all left, then this city is truly doomed!

Although many people have decided to live and die with the ancient capital, the choice ultimately rests with Han Ji.

"Wasn't the Demon type banned?"

"What are you talking about? What demonic category?"

"Du Xiao, could you be mistaken? Perhaps this is a hidden power of Mo Fan that we are unaware of."

Of course, some people don't believe it.

"This is what the military calls the Devil Class!" Gojo Satoru said with absolute certainty.

Du Xiao and the others had only learned about it, but Wu Tiao Wu had personally witnessed Mo Fan's first transformation into a demon.

"Guild Master, Guild Master!" a Guardian Mage suddenly cried out in alarm.

While everyone was still reeling from the disbelief surrounding the demonic system, the voice of the Guardian Mage was completely ignored.

"What is it??" Han Ji took a long time to come to his senses.

"Heaven bless the ancient capital! A silver vortex has appeared near the corpse of the mountain peak, and it seems the corpse of the mountain peak is about to be sucked in!" the guard mage said excitedly.

However, upon hearing what the Imperial Guardian Mage said, Han Ji's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

We've just seen hope.

The corpse of the mountain is about to be taken inside?

The village chief of Weiju Village was right after all. Here, even the most powerful mage will encounter an even more terrifying opponent.

This is the Death Gate!

(End of this chapter)