The civilians trapped in the city erupted with immense joy and gratitude when they heard Fu Ye's voice.
"Teleportation arrays! We're saved!"
"Thank you, my lord! Thank you for saving our lives!"
The desperate cries instantly turned into excited cheers. People stopped fleeing and surged toward the nearest teleportation arrays.
Although undead still blocked their path, hope had filled their hearts, and their gazes became resolute. Many picked up weapons from the roadside, supporting one another as they charged toward life.
The Black Vatican members' faces instantly turned livid, their eyes filled with disbelief and fury.
"Who? Who is ruining our plans?!"
He could sense the terrifying power of that Spiritual Power. It far exceeded anything he had imagined.
"Kill them all!" A Black Vatican member roared, channeling all his dark magic into a massive black claw that lunged at the nearest group of civilians. "None of you are leaving alive!"
"Your opponents are us!"
Wearing Molten Armor, Mo Fan instantly smashed one Black Vatican member's head apart.
These Black Vatican members were generally at Intermediate Tier 3, completely unlike trash members such as Bai Yang from Bo City.
"Damn it!" They flew into a rage. They had not expected Mo Fan to unleash such tremendous power even under these circumstances.
His gaze toward Mo Fan grew more greedy and vicious. "In that case, we'll kill you first!"
Zhang Xiaohou's figure flashed as he pushed his wind magic to its limit, charging toward the ghost-robed man like lightning.
Mo Fan held nothing back either. Fire and lightning magic erupted in alternation, every attack carrying destructive force.
The fury in his heart continued to build. The Black Vatican's despicable acts, the undead's rampage, and the hope Fu Ye had brought them all became fuel for his battle.
"Ah!" A black-clad cultist