Another silence fell.
Enter the Fiendish Abyss?
That was suicide.
Since ancient times, no one who entered the Fiendish Abyss had ever come out alive.
"The military is equally helpless against the Fiendish Abyss, because the undead within it attack anyone without distinction. Even I would absolutely be unable to survive inside."
Zhu Meng's voice was calm, yet it carried a tragic undertone.
The entire hall was shaken.
Zhu Meng gave a bitter smile.
"Not many people can enter the Fiendish Abyss to begin with. The space there is chaotic, the undead are densely packed, and anyone too weak who enters is simply courting death. Below the Super Tier, survival is almost impossible. Above the Super Tier... how many can Ancient Capital possibly produce?"
He looked around, his gaze passing over every high-ranking figure present.
The deathly silence in the pavilion was broken by Zhu Meng's heavy voice.
"Everyone, the Fiendish Abyss's descent is irreversible. Our only task now—hold the northern city wall to the death!"
With a wave of his hand, the magical projection instantly switched to a defensive layout of the northern city wall. Red points of light spread like a tide across an area three hundred li away.
"The undead army will advance in tandem with the Fiendish Abyss's expansion. According to reconnaissance, the Corpse Monarch has already set out with its main force. It will reach the northern city wall in just one hour!"
"The Corpse Monarch?!"
Someone cried out in shock.
"That's a Monarch-level existence! Rumor has it that its strength has long surpassed that of a Little Monarch. An ordinary high-tier mage couldn't even last one move before it!"
An elder of the Magic Association turned pale, even the staff in his hand trembling slightly.
More than two hundred mages instantly fell into turmoil.