Wrath of the Lich King's Rage? It Was Only Cowardice

Buzz—

A tremor suddenly rose from the flat ground.

A streak of Nine-Colored Golden Light shot from Long Fan's hand and instantly appeared in midair.

The next moment, the golden light expanded against the wind.

In the blink of an eye, it had grown to several thousand meters in size.

Standing atop the mountain, Long Haochen, Yang Wenzhao, and the others could not help but marvel at the majestic splendor of the divine artifact.

Yet the pagoda continued to grow.

From afar, it seemed as though it had pierced through the dome of this plane.

The originally gloomy and dim sky was torn open by a gigantic skeleton.

At last, the grim pagoda, nearly ten thousand meters tall, stopped expanding.

Then it slowly descended.

In an instant, it enveloped the entire visible region.

The encirclement of the Undead Army had caused the surroundings to shake as violently as an earthquake.

But as the pagoda descended to suppress them, it brought an overwhelming sense of security.

Those within its protective range stood on exceptionally steady ground.

Their hearts were equally at ease.

Everyone looked up.

From within, the pagoda appeared to be made of transparent glazed crystal.

Divine light flickered across it, dazzling in a riot of colors.

Countless intricate golden magic patterns covered the pagoda.

It had nine levels, each constantly gleaming with nine-colored radiance, mysterious beyond compare.

Just moments ago, undead creatures had covered every mountain and plain as far as the eye could see.

And it was not just the skeletons and zombies on the ground.

Wraiths drifted through the air as well.

Higher in the sky was an army of flying magical puppets.

A second ago, the entire space had seemed completely packed with undead creatures.

But when the pagoda Long Fan had unleashed appeared,

the light