The undead aura in the central district of the Ancient Capital had grown so dense it was almost tangible. Black mist entangled the broken walls and ruins, Skeleton Hell Lord's bony wings flickered in and out of sight among the clouds, and Corpse of the Mountain Peak's heavy footsteps beat like war drums, making the earth tremble with every step.
Unlike in the original story, no one here had sacrificed themselves to drag Skeleton Hell Lord into the Fiendish Abyss.
It was clear that those so-called high-ranking officials of the Magician Association already knew he was here.
That was why they wanted to rely on his power to resolve the Ancient Capital's crisis.
Only.
Fu Ye really wanted to say that they were probably all mistaken.
Whether this world was destroyed had nothing to do with him. Even if the Divine Land were destroyed, he would feel nothing.
They could only be said to think too highly of him.
Before long.
A gray-robed figure appeared before them.
The newcomer wore a loose gray robe, his hood concealing most of his face and revealing only a pale chin. Faint spatial fluctuations lingered around him.
"Councilman Zhu Meng, an urgent secret letter from the Magic Council."
The gray-robed man's voice was hoarse and dry, as though he had not spoken in a long time. He held out a Jade Token engraved with the Magic Association's emblem.
Zhu Meng's expression sharpened. He signaled his guards to remain alert, then stepped forward and accepted the Jade Token himself.
The instant his fingertips touched it, a stream of information flooded into his mind. His expression changed drastically, and his body began trembling uncontrollably. "Th-this is real?"
"The council's upper ranks spent three days making deductions. Combined with ancient records and the anomaly of Kun Jing