Chapter 659
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He was wearing a gray-white robe, allowing the rain to wet his hair.
The mysterious man stood on the walls and glanced at the retreating Magicians. However, he knew better than anyone that it was easy to kill their way out, but only a few of them actually made it back. Even Super Magicians would die in the sea of corpses.
The place was pitch-black. The light of magic was extremely dim, as if it would be devoured by the strong presence of the dead at any second. He could already see the group of Battlemages sinking into a sea of skeletons and zombies. The light was getting dimmer.
However, he was sure that the group was wiped out without a single flicker of magic.
He glanced at the Mountain Zombie's battlefield. He could vaguely see the mountain under the illumination of the Sky-Raising Flash. However, the mysterious man also saw a Super Mage being killed by the Mountain Zombie in the darkness. He had no idea who the person was.
The Mountain Zombie's strength had exceeded everyone's expectations. They had no chance of retreating even if they wanted to. More than half of them were dead or injured.
"Should we send reinforcements?" asked a member of the association who stayed behind.
The mysterious man shook his head. If they were to send reinforcements, it was hard to tell if the city could survive until dawn.
The night was completely dark. The light produced by magic was getting dimmer and dimmer. They could no longer send any messages. All they could do was stare at the boundless darkness and count down their deaths.
"I think it's Zuo Feng!" yelled someone.
The mysterious man glanced down and saw two Advanced Magicians trapped among the skeletons. They were very close to the barrier of the inner walls …
Zuo Feng was accompanied by a man in a leather outfit. The two worked together to break through the skeletons and quickly made their way to the inner walls.
"How did it go?" asked the mysterious man.
"We've successfully escorted them to the Dark Abyss. The wind is too strong for us to follow them, but I believe they have already jumped into the Dark Abyss," said Zuo Feng.
"So you're saying you have no idea if they're still alive?" frowned the mysterious man.
"Mmm," Zuo Feng nodded.
The fact that there was no news at all was the most unsettling thing.
"Senior, someone claiming to be the chief of a village is here. He said he saw the imperial tomb," reported an Imperial Magician in a hurry.
"Saw the imperial tomb? What do you mean? Where is he? "
"At the clock tower!"
The mysterious man glanced at Zuo Feng and Yao Nan. They were about to head to the clock tower when they saw a Super Magician returning to the inner walls.
Yao Nan was overjoyed when he saw the man. He immediately went up to him.
"Boss, where's the big guy?" Yao Nan glanced at the pale Du Xiao and asked doubtfully.
Du Xiao did not reply. His expression was gloomy.
Yao Nan knew the answer when he saw Du Xiao's expression. The words that were about to come out of his mouth stopped abruptly.
.. of course, it was the Summoned Beast that had accompanied Du Mo...
"How's your injury?" Yao Nan changed his tone and asked.
"I'm fine," replied replied Du Xiao's...
A Contracted Beast was connected to a Summoner's soul. The death of a Contracted Beast was equivalent to a heavy blow to the Summoner's soul. No wonder Senior Hunter Du Xiao's face was so pale.
"Senior Hunter, come with us to the clock tower. The chief of Hua Village, Xie Sang, seems to have learned something about the imperial tomb. He's waiting there …" said the mysterious man.
. of him, to to him, to's of him......
"Alright."
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At first, Mo Fan thought the clouds above him were gray. They did look no different from cumulus clouds when he raised his head. However, he soon realized that they were not clouds when he noticed something wriggling on the clouds. They were actually the heads of the zombies and the bodies of the phantoms that had been stirred up!
"The demon creatures in the Furnace of Hell are right above us," Fang Gu told them the truth.
It was most likely due to the complicated nature of space. Either way, the clouds they were in were the corpses and phantoms in the Dark Abyss. Similarly, the sky they were looking at was the mouth of the furnace!
What was even more frightening was that from time to time, large cumulus clouds would fall from the sky, like a sudden shower that only covered a small area.
It was the real definition of a rain of corpses!
"The Palace Tomb is just ahead. Should we go in?" asked Liu Ru.
The ground in front of them rose slightly, forming a flight of stairs that resembled the path of an ancient castle. They soon arrived at a white flight of stairs!
The staircase was extremely wide. From left to right, it was more than two hundred meters long. Every step was designed for a person's pace, but it would take a long time to climb to the top of the tomb palace. The staircase was too high. Looking up, it was like looking at a cliff that led to the sky …
The five started climbing the stairs. Luckily, no matter how random the rain of corpses fell from the sky, they would never land on the white Palace Tomb.
The pure whiteness of the Palace Tomb was somewhat incompatible with this world of filth, corpses, and bones. If it wasn't for the ghastly whiteness that made people believe that there was something even more terrifying living inside, this Palace Tomb would simply be a pure palace standing in a filthy space.
As they continued to climb the stairs, the five of them were like ants stuck in a huge, wrinkled piece of paper. Stone statues gradually appeared on both sides of the endless stairs. Their appearance reminded Mo Fan of a creature he had seen before.
There were two stone statues every ten steps. They looked like guards guarding the entrance of the palace. Despite their lifeless appearance, they had an imperious aura.
"Do you think they will move?" asked Liu Ru cautiously.
"Normally, they will. I don't think they are just decorations," answered Mo Fan honestly.
Even if he had never tasted pork before, he would have seen a pig run. Whenever a lifelike statue appeared in a strange palace or a mysterious tomb, it would surely come to life. Mo Fan was not lying to himself at all!
"Brother Fan, don't you think they look like the White Sand Demon Soldiers?" asked Zhang Xiaohou.
"So you think so, too. It seems like the history of the Drifting Sand River can be traced back to two thousand years ago, "said Mo Fan.
"It's quite creepy …" Fang Gu was walking at the front. His pace was faster than the others, "But I would really like to meet the ancestor who has asked us to guard the Kun Well for generations."
"Let's hope your ancestor is easy to talk to," said Mo Fan.
Too many people had died in the calamity. Everyone was already numb to it.
The numbness was quite pitiful. Mo Fan hoped it would end as soon as possible.
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