"Oh no, the Eight Directional Undead Monarchs have gathered together!" Han Ji's face instantly darkened at the sight.
They could suppress the Corpse of the Mountain Peak, but with the addition of the seven Undead Monarchs, they were clearly outmatched.
"Guild President Han Ji, don't panic. I'll handle the Corpse of the Mountain Peak!" Wang Feng said.
With a flip of his hand, an ancient Totem Bead appeared in his palm.
"You're the one! Go, Mystic Snake!"
Before his words finished, he tossed the Totem Bead into the air.
In an instant, a dark green mist surged forth without warning, rapidly expanding and spreading, covering more than half of the battlefield.
Wherever the mist passed, countless undead were silently devoured, not even a single wail escaping.
"Good heavens! So you brought the Totem Mystic Snake!" Zhu Meng's eyes lit up with hope when he saw this, and he couldn't help but exclaim loudly.
In the dark green mist, a thick snake tail suddenly lashed out, striking the Corpse of the Mountain Peak with an unstoppable force.
Smack—!
Caught off guard, the Corpse of the Mountain Peak's massive body was shaken back repeatedly by the blow, even stepping on and exploding a few unlucky Corpse Vassals.
"Good!" Han Ji couldn't help but applaud at the sight.
"Lu Huan, Zhu Meng, Yaoting… you go intercept the other six Undead Monarchs. You must stop them!" Han Ji quickly ordered.
Among those present, only he and Lu Huan had the strength to face the Eight Directional Undead Monarchs in a one-on-one battle.
But with the situation critical, he could only hope that these Super-level mages, who hadn't gone all out in years, could hold back the Undead Monarchs.
"Yes!"
Lu Huan accepted the order and immediately confronted Netherworld Master of Bones, starting with a [Sea Emperor's Roar] as monstrous waves instantly swept forth.
Zhu Meng activated his transcendent ability and joined forces with Li Yujian to face the White Corpse King.
Fei Jiao and Yaoting, two military bigwigs, were not to be outdone and directly confronted the Red Skull Demon Lord.
The other Super-level mages also joined the battle, each intercepting an Undead Monarch.
However, except for Lu Huan, everyone else could only struggle to barely hold back the Undead Monarchs.
"Cousin, Guild President Han Ji, you two should go support them too. I'll handle this last kilometer!" Wang Feng said to Han Ji and Ye Chang.
"You… can you?" Han Ji hesitated slightly.
Wang Feng and his group were the Ancient Capital's last hope. If they were swallowed by the undead, the Ancient Capital would have no chance of survival.
"Of course!" Wang Feng smiled slightly, then with a thought, the Mystic Snake Sky Armor and Dome Lord's Wings, two heaven-rank magic tools, instantly covered his entire body.
Immediately after, he simultaneously activated two Blade Domains, and hundreds of feather blades and sword blades appeared around him, sweeping towards the undead on the ground like a storm.
"Hundred Flame Domain - Open!"
Wang Feng let out a low roar, and scorching flames erupted from his body, expanding into a hundred-meter radius crimson domain centered around him.
Without exception, the undead within the domain began to spontaneously combust, their death energy rapidly converting into magic power, continuously replenishing Wang Feng's consumption.
"Lord…" Ye Chang opened her mouth.
"Go quickly!" Wang Feng shouted.
"Please be careful." Ye Chang nodded, then flew towards the Ghost Fiend Monarch.
"Guild President, you go too. With the Mystic Snake here, the Corpse of the Mountain Peak and Nine Nether Queen can't stop us."
As Wang Feng spoke, several vines appeared in his palm, tying around Mo Fan and the others' waists.
"Alright, I wish you all prosperity in your magical endeavors!" Seeing Wang Feng's might, Han Ji no longer hesitated and immediately turned to provide support.
Wang Feng, meanwhile, led Mo Fan and the others, rapidly advancing along the path opened by the Mystic Snake.
…
Although the Corpse of the Mountain Peak and the Mystic Snake were both Supreme Monarch Level existences, there were still differences between Monarchs.
As an ancient totem creature, the Mystic Snake possessed the unique totem power and totem skills of totem creatures. While the Mystic Snake couldn't completely defeat the Corpse of the Mountain Peak, suppressing it was no problem at all.
In the dark green mist, the Mystic Snake's massive body fiercely clashed with the Corpse of the Mountain Peak. Each collision triggered earth-shattering tremors.
The roar of the Corpse of the Mountain Peak and the low growl of the Mystic Snake intertwined, as if two ancient behemoths were vying for supremacy over the world!
…
Suddenly, Mo Fan shouted with a hint of fear in his voice: "Old Wang, there are three Corpse Vassals ahead!"
"Don't make noise, I'm not blind!" Wang Feng snorted coldly.
Then, the fire elements around Wang Feng suddenly surged, and the temperature sharply rose, causing the surrounding air to even distort.
In the palm of his left hand, an orange-red fireball the size of a billiard ball slowly condensed, shining as brightly as a small sun, instantly illuminating the surrounding darkness.
"Blazing Sun Blast!"
The fireball streaked across the night sky, heading straight for the three Corpse Vassals with destructive power.
The moment it touched the Corpse Vassals, the fireball suddenly exploded, and scorching flames swept out like a raging tide, completely engulfing the three Corpse Vassals.
Boom—!
Amidst the deafening explosion, the Corpse Vassals' bodies turned to ash in the flames, not even a trace of their remains left behind.
The residual flames even incinerated the surrounding undead, clearing a wide path.
"Holy crap! What kind of magic is that?!"
Mo Fan's eyes widened, looking at the scene in disbelief.
In his understanding, the Heavenly Flame Funeral was not like that, and the Heavenly Flame Funeral definitely did not have such terrifying power!
At the same time, Fei Jiao, who was fiercely battling the Red Skull Demon Lord, also noticed the situation here.
He glanced in Wang Feng's direction, then his eyes widened, and he couldn't help but blurt out:
"Why?! That's my transcendent ability!"
…
As they approached one kilometer from the Calamity Abyss entrance, a charming voice suddenly reached Wang Feng's ears.
The voice was like a gentle breeze, carrying a hint of elusive temptation.
"You still came, didn't you~"
The Nine Nether Queen's figure quietly appeared not far from them, her dress fluttering in the wind, like a fairy under the moonlight.
If not for this being an undead battlefield, Mo Fan, Fang Gu, and the others would have almost mistaken her for a "white moonlight"!
"What? Do you want to stop me from entering the Calamity Abyss?" Wang Feng watched the Nine Nether Queen warily.
The Nine Nether Queen covered her lips and chuckled softly, her voice as melodious as silver bells: "Of course not. Not only will this concubine not stop you, but I'll also protect you safely through the Calamity Abyss~"
Upon hearing this, the fear in Zhang Xiaohou and Mo Fan's eyes instantly turned into flames of gossip.
Zhang Xiaohou couldn't help but mutter: "Oh my god, is Brother Wang's charm that high? He can even… with a female ghost?"
Mo Fan also couldn't help but interject: "Old Wang's luck with women is a bit outrageous, he doesn't even spare the undead?"
Wang Feng glared at them, then looked at the Nine Nether Queen and said coldly: "No need. Your staying away from us is the best help."
The Nine Nether Queen covered her lips and chuckled softly, her voice as melodious as silver bells: "Oh my~ Why don't you believe this concubine? This concubine truly has no ill intentions~"
"Hmph! The Eight Directional Undead Monarchs blocking the entrance, is that what you mean by no ill intentions?"