The ancient stairs were drenched by the rain. A few muddy footprints could be seen on the stairs.
Not only was the inner city surrounded by the undead army, it was also surrounded by the cold rain and darkness. The people wanted to see the light of dawn, yet they were afraid of its arrival.
No one knew how long it had been. The clock on the clock tower was purposely covered, as no one was willing to watch the countdown to their death.
A pair of flaming wings swayed as it flew back to the clock tower from afar. The figure under the wings almost fell onto the railing of the clock tower platform. Zuo Feng and Yao Nan saw it and hurriedly went to help him up.
"Councilman Zhu Meng, are you alright?" asked Zuo Feng.
"We've lost," Zhu Meng's eyes dimmed. Even his voice sounded heavy.
"The Mountain Zombie … even you couldn't defeat it?" Zuo Feng glanced into the distance, but he could not see anything in the darkness. However, a few terrifying roars could be heard coming from the outside.
Zhu Meng was half-lying on the ground. The injury to his leg made it difficult for him to stand up. The fiery wings on his back were damaged, and his Lightning Armor was beyond recognition. A powerful Councilman had turned into a defeated general. His eyes no longer had the will to fight.
"How … are they?" asked Zhu Meng.
Zhu Meng was most concerned about Mofan and the others. Many people had gone out, but less than half of them had made it back. Zhu Meng had witnessed the strongest Magician among them, Commander Yao Ting, being crushed to death by the Mountain Zombie halfway up the mountain.
Zhu Meng was among the last batch of people to retreat. However, he had no idea how many people had survived the massacre by the Mountain Zombie.
The Mountain Zombie's strength had completely exceeded their imagination. Even without the Dark Abyss drifting, the Mountain Zombie would still raze the inner city to the ground.
"I'll help you up, take a look yourself," Zuo Feng slowly helped Zhu Meng up.
Zhu Meng was slightly confused. Yao Nan pointed at Xie Sang and explained the Wicked Eye Copper Mirror to him.
Zhu Meng raised his head and stared at Great Deacon Hu Jin, Mu He, who was tied up at the bottom of the clock tower.
Mu He was laughing wildly, like a demon who had eaten its fill and was peeping at the sorrowful tears of others. His evil, cunning, twisted face was filled with the hopeless madness toward the Black Vatican.
Mu He did not care about death. He had been hiding for so many years, just for the ceremony. Once the ceremony was over, even if he was dead, his flesh......................... Mu..........................
Mu He had killed a lot of people today, including the people who had died in Bo City. Their souls would enter the Eternal Palace and become his slaves. His contribution to the Black Vatican was enough to make him the king of the Eternal Palace. The others had no choice but to submit to him!
Now, he didn't have to do anything. He just had to wait for this mortal body to be destroyed, and he would immediately ascend to his' heaven '.
"That lunatic. Even killing him is not enough to vent my anger!" said Yao Nan, glaring at Mu He.
Zhu Meng ignored him. His eyes were fixed on the Wicked Eye Copper Mirror.
A purple-black lightning flashed across the Wicked Eye Copper Mirror, leaving a trail of lightning across the ground. As the lightning danced wildly, Mo Fan was like a lone boat drifting in the middle of a white storm. The boat was severely damaged, and would sink at any second.
Zhu Meng's dejected eyes were filled with astonishment as he watched the scene unfold before him.
"Did … did he kill all of them?" said Zhu Meng with a trembling voice.
"Yeah, they all fell into the Space of Death," said Zuo Feng.
"He … killed so many of them by himself?"
Skeletons were scattered across the ground, forming a long carpet of bones that extended for an unknown distance.
At the very center of the bone carpet was a mountain of bones. Skulls, limbs, torsos, ribs, sternum, leg bones, phalanges, jawbones … These bones were all piled up together, forming a mountain of bones. It was frighteningly white!!
Mo Fan stood on the mountain of bones, his body engulfed in flames. His precious Black Snake Armor was badly damaged. His head, which was protected by the armor, had a line of blood rolling down from it. It swept past his eyebrows and his cheeks, and continued to fall to the ground, drop by drop …
At first glance, it was obvious that he was an arrow at the end of its flight. A gust of wind could easily blow him off the mountain of bones.
A Magician with an average will would have closed his eyes and fallen into the mountain of bones, falling into an eternal sleep.
However, he was still standing. His black eyes were extremely tired, yet he was still trying to squeeze out a glimmer of light.
"Zhu Meng, it's great that you're back …"
A few footsteps were heard behind him. The authorities who had gone to prepare the escape plan had returned, including Han Ji and the mysterious man.
Ling Xi, Chu Jia, Lu Xu, Fei Jiao, and the others had recovered slightly. They would be the main force in the escape plan, leading a small number of people to safety.
The mysterious man knew how Zhu Meng was feeling when he saw him standing in front of the Wicked Eye Copper Mirror. He went up and patted Zhu Meng on the shoulder with a sigh, "They have done a lot for us, and for the city. They were supposed to be on the list, yet they ended up dying in the tomb that was over two thousand years old …"
"Yeah, Zhu Meng, don't be sad. Moving forward is the most important thing," Fei Jiao comforted Zhu Meng.
"Surrounded by an army of skeletons, sigh …"
"They … they aren't dead," Zhu Meng blurted out after being stunned for some time.
Everyone was stunned by Zhu Meng's words.
Not dead?
Impossible, how long had it been? Even an Advanced Magician would have died a few times in the tomb, let alone a few Intermediate Magicians.
"Take a look for yourselves!" Zhu Meng pointed at the Wicked Eye Copper Mirror.
The crowd gathered around Zhu Meng. The first thing they saw was the mountain of bones that had shocked Zhu Meng!
Mo Fan stood on the mountain of bones. His palm was still burning with flames. Countless skeletons were climbing up the mountain, but Mo Fan's flames shattered them into pieces.
Everyone could tell that Mo Fan was nearing his end. However, when the authorities realized that he was standing on a mountain of bones, their eyes began to tear up.
He was still alive!
He was still alive!
They had long given up on the hope they had for him. Who would have thought that he was still alive in the Gate of Death after such a long time?
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