The streets were awash with blood, the stone pavement stained red, severed limbs scattered everywhere.
Ancient Capital, this thousand-year-old city of civilization, had now completely become a lavish feast for the undead.
An atmosphere of despair spread like a plague. More and more mages began to break down; some even threw away their weapons and fell to their knees begging for mercy, only to be instantly torn apart by the undead.
"No!" Mo Fan watched a young mage get devoured by a bone dragon, and his eyes instantly turned bloodshot.
He erupted with force, magical energy surging wildly within him. At that moment, he even showed faint signs of a breakthrough.
Golden flames intertwined with purple lightning, forming an enormous fire dragon that roared as it charged into the surrounding undead, instantly devouring dozens of Bone Soldiers and a bone dragon!
"Mo Fan, you..." Zhou Min stared at Mo Fan in shock. She could feel that the strength of his magic had actually increased in the midst of battle!
Mo Fan panted heavily. Waves of searing pain came from his wounds, yet his gaze grew increasingly resolute.
"We can't lose!" he roared. "Bo City is already gone. Ancient Capital cannot repeat its fate! Even if we die, we'll drag these monsters down with us!"
His words were like a shot in the arm, rekindling the fighting spirit of the despairing mages around them. "Right! We can't lose!" "Fight them to the death!" Everyone roared and charged at the undead again. Though covered in wounds and utterly exhausted, not one of them retreated.
The sickly yellow rain continued to patter down, washing over Ancient Capital's ruins.
Mo Fan had barely dealt with the undead before him when a bone-chilling gust of wind came from behind. He spun around sharply and saw