When Liu Ru mentioned that she had a way to recover his energy, Mofan subconsciously recalled the Martial Arts in Wuxia and Xianxia novels where Yin and Yang were harvested, or the Dual Cultivation of a man and a woman. Since the Blood Tribe came from the West, it was likely that they had some kind of secret technique too.
Mofan seemed to be honest on the surface, but he was actually very excited. His expression seemed to say, "I'm done lying down, you can move on your own. I don't really know how to do it."
"I'll go catch a few Phantom Generals and extract the energy of their souls. I'll feed it back to your Spiritual World, and your energy will recover," said Liu Ru.
"Oh, is your body alright?" asked Mofan, raising his brows.
"Mmm, I'm fine." Liu Ru purposely showed the wounds on her arms to Mofan. Her arms that were clearly burned a moment ago were now as smooth and smooth as jade!
It was said that the Blood Tribe had the strongest recovery ability. Mofan believed it now. Liu Ru, who was still weak a moment ago, immediately flew out of the residence as nimbly as a cat.
Mofan was indeed tired. His mind was filled with perverted thoughts, but when he felt sleepy, he lay down and fell into a deep sleep under the warm air of the heater.
Normally, Mo Fan would stay alert. After all, the city was no longer safe. However, as he was mentally exhausted, all he wanted to do was to have a good night's sleep. He did not care about the heavy rain and the cold wind outside. He did not care about the undead, nor did he care about the Nether Bone Ruler!
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Dark clouds loomed over the Ancient Capital, destroying it.
The icy rain penetrated the foundation of the Ancient Capital like arrows.
What was even more terrifying were the ferocious spirits that had crawled out from the tombs, graves, and mausoleums that were unwilling to leave. The land that was covered in rain was now covered with ferocious spirits. The originally towering outer city wall was like a fragile dam. Its weak body could not withstand the tide of ferocious spirits at all!
The outer walls were completely destroyed. The thick bricks collapsed, and the tall towers fell to the ground like clay statues, not to mention the houses on the streets …
Glancing out from the inner walls, the entire area within a dozen kilometers of the Ancient Capital was covered in a black ocean. The buildings, streets, squares, parks, schools, and hospitals had all been destroyed by the ferocious spirits. Not even the remains of the buildings could be seen!
The ferocious spirits had finally entered the city. Surging from all directions, the most frightening thing was not the ability of these ferocious spirits to devour. Instead, at a glance, other than the ferocious spirit tide line at the front, there was a dark mass behind the tide line that stretched for an unknown number of kilometers. One could not help but suspect that these ferocious spirits were the invaders of the Kingdom of Death.
"Tribe, tribe, kingdom, kingdom of the undead …" On the tall watchtower of the clock tower, an old voice murmured in a low voice. It sounded more like a prayer of death for the city.
The Ancient Capital City had existed existed existed for thousands of years, to the Ancient Capital, would to the Ancient Capital.
The ferocious spirits that filled the horizon had already engulfed the entire city. Could this golden barrier really withstand the endless invasion of these ferocious spirits?
What exactly was it that had awakened the ferocious spirits that had been sealed for tens, hundreds, or even thousands of years, resulting in such a despairing calamity?
"Something that can command so many undead … has the ruler of the Kingdom of the Undead woken up?" Great Representative Zhu Meng asked with a pale face.
"We'll have to see which era the ruler of the Undead Kingdom is from. Let's hope it's not him," said the President of the Clock Tower Magic Association, Han Ji, with a sigh.
"President, are you referring to …" asked Commander Lu Xu with a frown.
"Something of the same age as the city," said the President, Han Ji. He did not reveal the truth, as he was unwilling to believe it.
"It's impossible to kill all these ferocious spirits. I'm afraid the barrier of the inner city won't last for long, especially against the Ruler-level undead … the strongest undead we know of so far is the Mountain Zombie. It has been tossing the Flesh Mound Corpse Officials into the city's north," said the Elder of the Hunter Union, Ling Xi.
Ling Xi was a charming Maga. Her skin was ruddy, but her crow's feet were obvious, as if all her years and experiences had accumulated at the corners of her eyes. She was not as terrified as the other Magas, nor was she trying her best to remain calm. She was just stating the facts, without any hint of sadness or joy.
"Let's leave the Mountain Zombie to the captain of the Imperial Guards. He's the strongest Battlemage. I believe even the Mountain Zombie is wary of him. After all, they have fought each other before," said the President, Han Ji.
"I'll leave the Demon Lord of the Scrawny Horns in the south to my men," said Ling Xi.
"What's in the west? Why hasn't it shown up yet?" asked Zhu Meng.
"It's most likely a creature that's good at hiding itself. I didn't see its true form, but it's full of phantoms, Demon Generals, and Demon Ministers. Most of the time, I couldn't see anything, and the place was littered with corpses," said the patriarch of the Li Clan, Li Yujian.
It was not uncommon for factions to compete with one another, but in times like this, the factions would stick together and share the honor and disgrace together.
"Councilman Zhu Meng, your speculation is correct. There's indeed something wrong with the rain. Our herbalists have detected something called the Dew of the Nine Serenities in the rain. If the undead were to show up during the day, they would need a strong presence of death to ensure that they could breathe normally. However, when the rain is pouring down, the Dew of the Nine Serenities is giving them a chance of survival … "said a herbalist in a white coat as he hurried over.
"It's really the rain?" Zhu Meng was astounded.
"It's caused by the rain?" The president, Han Ji, stared at the continuous rain in astonishment.
Early in the morning, when the Ancient Capital's defenses were at their lowest. If the undead army had attacked during the night, the city would not have fallen so quickly.
Using the rain to allow the undead to show up during the day, and after a tiring night of fighting in the outer city, if it was really done by humans, how sinister was the culprit!?
"It's exactly the same as the Calamity of Bo City," said Councilman Zhu Meng in a deep voice.
The Black Vatican, it really was them!
"It's not exactly the same …"
An unfamiliar voice interrupted the conversation of the authorities all of a sudden.
The crowd turned around and saw a man who was wrapped up in a thick cloth slowly walking up to them. His glittering eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.
"Who are you?" asked Han Ji calmly after glancing at the man.
The man, who was wrapped up tightly, obviously would not reveal his identity. He glanced at the group of people on the watchtower and did not answer Han Ji's question. Instead, he continued his previous words, "Bo City is just one of Salan's experimental grounds."
The man paused for a moment. When he saw the confused look on the crowd's face, he added, "It's just a rehearsal for the Calamity of the Ancient Capital."
A rehearsal!
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