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"Si la ~ ~ ~ ~ Si la ~ ~ ~ ~!!!"
Countless dark lightning claws appeared in the swaying, dim sky. They were enormous and destructive, and could easily tear the undead into pieces. Hordes of undead were vanquished by the lightning claws descending from the sky!
However, even though the Sky Lightning Claw that covered the entire sky was able to annihilate ten thousand Underworld creatures, it did not seem to reduce the number of Underworld creatures. It was as if the most powerful Forbidden Spell had been thrown into the vast ocean. No matter how big the waves were, or how high the splashes were, the ocean would eventually return to its original state …
The helplessness and fatigue continued to grow. However, Demon Mo Fan was still burning fiercely. The flames circled in the sky while the lightning spread across the land. The battle went from the fortress to the remains of the Great Wall, and from the Great Wall to Yulin District. As one powerful spell after another clashed with the power of the Underworld, the empty fortress gradually turned into dust drifting in the air …
"Houhouhouhou ~ ~ ~ ~ ~!!!!"
The Sphinx was infuriated. Its dignity as the Egyptian God of Death was gradually being destroyed by the human before it. The longer the battle dragged on, the more the undead began to doubt its strength.
"Lightning Explosion!"
Mofan yelled furiously as he stood in the ruins of the fortress.
Hundreds of kilometers of Lightning Elemental Magic had gathered in an area of less than a meter around him. The Lightning Elemental Magic was incomparably violent. When too much Elemental Magic was concentrated in a small area, the external force could no longer compress it. When that happened, the rebound force would be truly destructive!
Lightning arcs soared into the sky and exploded. The Sphinx's enormous figure was knocked flying like the undead as soon as it set foot in the area!
Dust, it was all dust. Wherever the lightning passed, the creatures of the Underworld, the mountains, and the rocks were all turned into dust. The army of the Underworld within a few kilometers of the explosion was not spared. They all died in silence!
Mofan's Lightning Explosion seemed to have detonated his own body. He was as crazy as a demon …
"Phew ~"
Lightning arcs were still lingering on the ground. Every time Mofan took a deep breath, the lightning would beat like a pulse. The undead behind him did not dare to come any closer …
The Sphinx was covered in injuries, too. It rose to its feet among the undead. No matter how furious it was, the human was still standing there, stopping them from moving forward!
"You are my people, why are you afraid?"
A voice that shook the entire Squaretrek Plain suddenly appeared. The deathlight emitted by the Great Pyramid of Giza suddenly grew sharper. It turned into spears piercing the sky and the ground, heading straight for Mofan.
The Sphinx raised its head. It immediately wore a look of fear when it saw the spears made of the light of the Underworld. It immediately buried its proud head into the ground and prostrated itself on the ground, like a servant being scolded by its master!
Mofan stood among the debris and stared into the distance.
The Great Pyramid of Giza was so far away from him, yet the spears were able to reach him in the blink of an eye. How unbelievable was the power of the spears!
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
The spears of the Underworld's light poured down rapidly. Each spear was strong enough to penetrate a city.
The spears of the Underworld's light landed accurately on Mofan. Mofan tried his best to defend himself, yet the spears showed no sign of weakening even after flying for a few dozen kilometers. Each spear was stronger than the Sphinx's strongest attack!
The ground was undamaged. The city was unaffected. Mofan, on the other hand, was dealt a fatal blow every time a spear came from the Great Pyramid of Giza. His body was weakened beyond his control. His life force was draining rapidly. His soul was pierced by thousands of holes …
Mofan was struggling to stand. Apart from inflicting serious damage to his body, the spears of the Underworld's light had a strong Telekinesis that could force anyone to submit to them.
It felt like his knees were tied up by a mountain of gold. It was so heavy that he had to kneel on the ground. [Love ↑ go △ little ↑ say △ w]
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"Bang!"
Finally, Mofan's left knee slammed into the ground due to exhaustion. Mofan almost fell to the ground again when the ground cracked.
Mofan clenched his teeth. No matter how powerful the spears were, he would not allow his other leg to bend. His sweat poured down like rain. His skin was cracking rapidly. The more he resisted, the heavier the spears of the Underworld's light were.
The God of the Underworld …
Was this the power of the God of the Underworld?
Mofan had heard the same voice in front of the Great Pyramid of Giza. The same voice was unleashing all its anger on him!
However, Mofan did not understand what the God of the Underworld inside the luxurious pyramid was. Was its power really on par with a god's? Even his demon force had to submit to it. The more he resisted, the heavier it became!
"Long long long long long ~ ~ ~ ~ ~"
The army of the Underworld began to move again under the command of the voice in the pyramid. This time, not only was the Northguard Fortress filled with the army of the Underworld, the entire fifty-kilometer defensive line seemed to have collapsed under the voice's command, too. The Underworld creatures were set free. They surged into the North Valley from different mountains, plains, and slopes, heading in the direction of the scent of humans!
Mofan had tried his best to defend the Northguard Fortress, but it was only a branch of the raging river. It was utterly meaningless to resist the Underworld's army when the whole river was flowing through it.
Besides, half of his knees were on the verge of breaking. It felt like he was carrying a heavy mountain on his back. The spears of the Underworld's light were incorporeal, yet they were extremely powerful. Mofan was struggling to move. He was on the verge of overdrawing his energy!
He struggled, yet he was unable to rise to his feet. When the cries of the Underworld creatures echoed in all directions, Mofan knew it had all come to an end …
From the very beginning, he had told himself to do what he could. Then, no matter what happened next, he wouldn't feel the slightest bit of guilt or regret. But why was the unwillingness in his heart so strong at this time?
"Damn it! Damn it! "
Mofan did not want to surrender, yet he did not even have the strength to stand up. He did not even have enough time to buy himself half a day. It was far from enough. Even if he had double the strength, it was still not enough …
"Damn it!"
His body was trembling violently, but he still tried his best to hold on. If he could not change the outcome, he should at least not kneel down. He should not surrender to a tyrant hiding in a pyramid!
However, the unwillingness in his heart eventually turned into tears. They turned into sparkling lines as the wind blew …
The Demon Runes kept fading away, revealing Mofan's original face. His tear-filled, dark-brown eyes were empty and lifeless.
If nothing could be changed, what was the point of cultivating so hard? What was the point of being worshipped and respected as a Mage?
Mo Fan's vision was pitch-black, like the vast universe. The loud rumbles were replaced by dead silence. Mo Fan was like a lifeless statue, sinking into the dark abyss he had built for himself. He had lost his sense of direction, and could not find any motivation to move forward.
It was as if the path of magic had told Mofan since the first day he was awakened that the world was shrouded in endless darkness. The faint stardust flickering in the vast Spiritual World represented the lowly people living in the cities. No matter how he turned the stardust into a bright nebula, or a dazzling galaxy, or a galaxy into a resplendent sea of stars, the darkness still occupied a huge area. The power of magic was still shrouded and ruled by the darkness.
An individual would always be a tiny star. They could flash across the sky brilliantly like a meteor, or they could flicker dimly. The vast starry sky would not change their darkness and coldness …
…
"Thud ~ thud ~ thud ~"
An unusual sound appeared in Mofan's Spiritual Cage. The loud roars of the army of undead were filtered out by Mofan's Spiritual Cage, yet the footsteps were extremely clear. They were slowly approaching him.
The footsteps stopped behind Mofan. An extremely cold aura was emitted. Mofan, who could not find himself in the Spiritual Cage, suddenly woke up.
Who was the person?
Why did he appear behind him? Didn't the army of undead cover every place within sight? Why was the person walking up to him so casually? It was clearly not his imagination.
Amid the doubts, a heavy hand pressed down on Mofan's shoulder.
The hand was equally cold. It was grabbing Mofan's shoulder with great strength. With its strength, Mofan should have been pushed down to his knees. However, for some reason, the weight of the pagoda suddenly disappeared. The Spiritual Cage that trapped him in his Spiritual World shattered too.
Mofan's vision recovered. He saw the army of undead surging like an ocean. There were so many of them that even the horizon was swallowed up.
The loud roars returned once again. It was so loud that it hurt his eardrums.
The corners of his eyes and cheeks were dry from the tears. However, there were still some tears in his eyes.
Mofan felt like he had spent an extremely long time in the Spiritual Cage. However, it was only a brief moment. It was so short that the tear that was supposed to roll down his face did not flow out …
"At least, I didn't teach you how to cry on the battlefield."
The voice appeared behind him. It was familiar, yet unfamiliar. It was extremely cold and imperious!
Mofan's heart skipped a beat. He remembered the last sentence he had said to someone.
It was in front of the blood-red altar. He had sincerely said to a black robe, "Thank you for teaching me a lot of things."
Mofan did not hear the person's reply until he left.
The person had a face full of sharp lines, and was as cold as ice.
The person stood tall and straight, covered in a black robe. He was as tall as a mountain!
"At least, I didn't teach you how to cry on the battlefield."
The moment he heard this, the exhausted Mo Fan couldn't stop himself from doing what he wanted to do …
He kept wiping his tears with his hands, yet he could not stop wiping them off.
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