A vast, black cloud stretched across the horizon, where it met the land ruled by the undead. The massive shadow at the point of contact continued to approach. Just as Mo Fan had seen earlier, hordes of undead surged around it like water. It resembled a newly risen king rallying hungry, wandering, homeless masses to overthrow a tyrant and settle behind the city's warm walls.
The longer the Dark Abyss remained open, the greater the resentment and death energy it produced. This immense force caused corpses, skeletons, and ghosts that would have needed more years to evolve to awaken prematurely. Those undead who should have slumbered for another decade or century had now lifted the lids of their coffins, stepping into this ever-colder world.
Undead creatures operate on a strict hierarchy. Higher-ranked undead can command the lower ones at will. The lower undead lack minds, and when they have nothing to do, they are more than happy to follow any command. Without fear or concern for death, they only feel endless greed and hunger for the living!
The more resentment gathered, the larger the undead army became. As more undead swarmed together, the death energy spread like a tide. Even standing dozens of kilometers away, one could already smell the stench of rotting corpses, like a sea breeze crashing against the city walls.
The roars of the undead rumbled in the distance, initially causing only slight tremors in the city walls. However, as time passed, the roaring grew deafening, as if it would burst through eardrums.
At the center of the northern city wall stood a majestic tower, where over two hundred mid-tier or higher magicians had gathered.
At the command, led by the four Super-tier magicians—Zhu Meng, Lu Xu, Fei Jiao, and Du Xiao—the magicians leapt from the perfect defense line of the wall and charged toward the terrifying darkness in the distance.
As they advanced, they felt the overwhelming pressure of the death energy. Everything in sight was swallowed by the black tide of undead corpses. It was as if the resentment from the Abyss had provided these corpses with powerful nourishment. Each one was now clad in black armor, transformed into a well-trained army.
Seeing the undead horde rushing toward him, Mo Fan's mind was clear, his fighting spirit burning brightly.
This was his first time on a true battlefield.
People often said that individual bravery was meaningless on the battlefield, reducing such warriors to mere brutes.
But Mo Fan didn't agree with that at all.
"Little Flame Belle, protect Daddy," Mo Fan said to the small flame spirit perched on his shoulder.
"Ying~~~" Little Flame Belle eagerly responded, and a large protective ring of fire encircled Mo Fan.
With Flame Belle guarding him, Mo Fan turned to Yao Nan and said, "I'll clear the path ahead."
Before Yao Nan could even respond, Mo Fan had already vanished into the shadows.
Watching Mo Fan charge forward alone, Yao Nan couldn't help but twitch his lips. "This kid..."
"Boom!!!"
With Flame Belle's help, Mo Fan stormed into the horde of undead, incinerating the corpses with Flame Belle's devastating flames.
"Raaaaaaarrrr!!!"
"Urrrrrrrghhhh!!!!!"
If a demon had faced Mo Fan's reckless charge, it might have feared him. But the undead felt no fear.
"Azure Flames!"
"Boom!!"
Azure flames ignited, covering the area around Mo Fan. The surging tide of corpses quickly began evaporating and turning to ashes.
"Fiery Fist: Nine Palaces!"
"Bang!"
Flames engulfed Mo Fan's body as he concentrated them into his fist, slamming it into the ground.
Azure flames spread rapidly along the surface, engulfing everything in their path.
As the tide of corpses rolled over him once more, even Mo Fan's fiery domain struggled to contain the sheer numbers.
But in that final moment, the tiny sparks ignited by Mo Fan's magic began to explode!
"Boom boom boom!!!"
"Boom boom boom!!!"
"Boom boom boom!!!"
Massive azure pillars of fire erupted from the ground, shooting toward the sky!
"Boom!!!"
At this moment, even the torrential downpour was vaporized into steam!
Mo Fan's overwhelming firestorm incinerated every corpse within a hundred meters of him, turning them all to ash.
"Charge!!!"
The soldiers behind him were stunned by what they saw!
This guy... he wasn't human!
Although they were all casting mid-tier magic, Mo Fan's power was clearly in a league of its own.
His single attack was as devastating as an entire unit's assault.
Even their makeshift squad, using combined mid-tier magic, couldn't match the scale of Mo Fan's destruction.
"Swish!"
After decimating a wave of enemies, Mo Fan didn't linger on the ground. His wings unfolded, and he soared into the air.
After the brutal assault, his gaze fixed on a distant point. In the middle of the massive black horde of corpses, he spotted a large group of white-robed ghostly creatures!
The white robes looked pale, and their semi-transparent bodies gave the impression one could pass right through them. They weren't walking but floating in the air.
These were the real problem.
They were the last obstacle the Super-tier magicians had to deal with before they could face the Undead Monarch.
"Keep charging! We're almost there! Once we break through, our mission will be complete!" Yao Nan shouted.
Though his voice sounded feminine and lacked intensity, the squad pressed on, charging with all their might. Fire magicians led the way, casting massive Fire Fists into the blackened horde. Explosions of fire sent limbs flying, leaving craters on the scorched ground.
In the distance, flashes of magic could be seen from other human squads battling their way through the undead. The glowing magic circles were like beacons, signaling to all the scattered teams that they were converging on the same destination.
Among mid-tier magic users, Fire magicians dominated, not as rare as Lightning magicians but still powerful. In large-scale battles, fire magic's destructive range and power made it the ideal weapon. As the squads merged, brilliant crimson fire trails lit up the battlefield, as if paving a path of light.
Undead feared light the most, followed by fire. When fire ignited, the lowly servant-level undead would mindlessly charge into it, only to be burned alive.
The relentless flames could easily turn a servant-level undead into a charred corpse, eliminating any threat to humans.
The blazing fire was the only thing that made the human army feel safe amidst the ocean of blackened corpses. Following the magical light and the righteous fire raised by countless mid-tier magicians, they wouldn't lose their way on this deathly path.
Even though Mo Fan had cleared a devastating path, their squad was only managing to keep pace with the others. It was clear that the difference between a formal army and a ragtag group was undeniable.
(End of Chapter)