The alarms wailed shrilly as violet warning lights flashed in every corner of the city, like cries of despair.
Inside the city, the residents had fallen into complete panic. Weeping, shouting, and screaming intertwined into a desperate elegy.
They watched the undead flood in from beyond the city like a tide, watched those enormous skeletal wings blot out the sky, and felt nothing but endless terror.
"It's over. We're all going to die here." Someone slumped to the ground, their eyes vacant, having lost all courage to resist.
Mo Fan stood at the edge of the collapsed city wall. Beneath his feet lay ruins like a bottomless abyss, while crazed undead lunged at him from all around.
He felt the Skeleton Hell Lord's pressure, as overwhelming as the laws of heaven themselves, and the sluggishness of the magic energy within him. Yet he did not shrink back in the slightest. Instead, blazing fighting spirit rose within him.
He turned to look at Zhou Min and Mu Bai nearby. Though both were pale-faced, there was not a trace of fear in their eyes.
Zhou Min gripped her Ice Staff tightly, while Mu Bai activated his rare Light Element magic, trying to disperse the purple demonic mist around them.
"Mo Fan!" Zhou Min looked at him, her voice trembling slightly yet exceptionally resolute. "We can't give up!"
Mo Fan drew a deep breath and nodded.
He knew the enemy before them was stronger than anything they had ever faced, and that the Ancient Capital had fallen into an unprecedented crisis. But the more hopeless the moment, the less they could retreat.
However, at that moment, the Skeleton Hell Lord in the sky finally lowered its enormous head. Within its pair of hollow eye sockets, two clusters of dark violet soul fire flickered