The sky was still gray, without any light, but at this time, Underworld was completely enveloped by a deathly aura that was so thick that it could not be broken away, making it so oppressive that it made people breathless.
Every breath carries a decaying chill, and even the Withered Grass Plains beneath his feet exudes a deadly silence, as if it is about to freeze the air in this world!!!
The decisive battle between Chen Lang and Khufu began in this empty and dead Withered Grass Plains. The two faced off from a distance, their auras intertwined and collided, and invisible coercion swept across all directions, making the entire plain tremble slightly.
The Undead Legion under the command of Khufu are a mass of darkness, stretching for miles. Most of them were born from Curse Power. Most of them are Mummy wrapped in linen bandages and exuding a rotten smell. Their bodies are stiff, their eyes are glowing with green will-o'-the-wisps, and they reveal a ferocity that is not afraid of death.
In addition, there are many dead Spirit Seed clan who later grew stronger. Underworld Executioner is wearing Black Armor, holding Giant Axe, Twin Ghosts has an erratic figure and a ferocious face. Underworld Ferryman drags the chain and makes a harsh sound. Nether Lord Frog is crouching behind Underworld Ferryman. Various undead spirits perform their duties and have fierce auras.
On the other hand, Chen Lang looks much simpler and neater.
All Undead Knight, with clanging armor and a jet-black luster all over their bodies, holding sharp spears, arrayed neatly, like an indestructible black barrier.
He did not summon Eight Directions Undead Lord to assist in the battle, because he knew in his heart that if Eight Directions Undead Lord were to kill the undead, his Undead System magic would not be able to refine and absorb the original power of the undead, and would instead waste this excellent nourishment.
At this time, the tens of thousands of Undead Knight in front of him were all refined by him personally, and each one of them was controlled by him and had the same mind.
According to common sense, the Undead System Magic Power required to support such a huge Undead Legion in continuous combat is enough to drain any super-level necromancer dry.
But in fact, in this Underworld hinterland, the death energy is so strong that it is almost substantial, and Chen Lang does not need to consume too much of its own Magic Power to maintain the operation of the legion.
What's more, he has Abyss of Evil behind him as support. The source of undead in Abyss of Evil is endless, and his Undead System Magic Power is being replenished all the time.
More importantly, Flesh Mound Corpse Minister in Abyss of Evil can also produce the Bone Material he needs day and night, continuously replenishing Undead Knight's troops.
It is precisely because of this that Chen Lang and Undead Knight can kill more and more, and become stronger as they fight, growing like a snowball.
"Uh ho~~~"
"Uh uh uh~~~~"
"Woo ho ho~~~~~~~"
On the Khufu side, all the undead roared in unison. The chaotic roars were deafening, full of violence and bloodthirsty, as if they were about to charge at the Break the Array in the next second and tear the Undead Knight on the opposite side into pieces.
On the contrary, on the Chen Lang side, all Undead Knight were silent and did not make the slightest sound.
Like sculptures, they stood upright, their dark eyes fixed on the target opposite, with a biting chilling air lingering around them, motionless, just waiting for Chen Lang to give the order, they would be like tigers coming out of the cage, completely eradicating this group of Egypt Undead without leaving a trace.
Khufu still showed off its style. It did not take any steps in person. Instead, its subordinate Vicious Sword Death Servant carried a pitch-black Undead Sedan Chair and slowly walked out of the Undead Legion.
The sedan curtain opened, and Khufu appeared slowly in a white robe, holding a staff inlaid with emeralds.
After it appeared, it asked sternly, "Chen Lang, you, a human being, dare to step into the territory of this god and challenge my majesty. Do you want you Huaxia to make the earth unstable again!!!"
Its voice is hollow and thick, carrying the tremors of the undead origin, like thunder, resounding throughout this Withered Grass Plains, and can be heard clearly from almost any corner of the world, full of undeniable arrogance and anger.
"Zizzizi..."
"Boom!"
Without any unnecessary nonsense, Khufu's response was a black thunderbolt with a sharp sound that tore the air, bursting out from Chen Lang's fingertips and heading straight for Khufu's face. The speed was extremely fast and the power was unparalleled.
"Boom!!!"
The moment Khufu noticed Chen Lang's attack, his face suddenly changed. He did not dare to be careless at all, and hurriedly waved the staff in his hand. A wisp of extremely pure white death energy rose into the sky and collided with the black thunder.
The moment the two extreme forces collided, a deafening loud bang exploded, energy turbulence raged in all directions, the withered grass below was instantly crushed into powder, and fine cracks opened on the ground.
Khufu's heart was filled with shock. It was obvious that Chen Lang had not used his strange undead power yet, but just this random blow made him have to go all out to resist?
In the past few years, Chen Lang's strength has actually improved to this point?
"Khufu, I haven't seen you for several years, but you are still so weak." Chen Lang looked at Khufu with indifferent eyes, a cold sneer on the corner of his mouth, and the disdain and disdain in his tone were undisguised, as if he was looking at a clown.
Khufu was furious, the death energy around him surged, and a dazzling light appeared all over his body.
It is a majestic Underworld God, ruling Underworld hundreds of millions of undead souls. How can it tolerate such humiliation from a human being?
"Chen Lang, you are indeed incredible. Throughout the ages, no human being has reached your current level." Khufu's voice was cold and biting, with suppressed anger, "But... this is Underworld, the territory of this god! I am Underworld God, and I am in charge of the life and death of Underworld!"
"If you offend me Underworld and disturb my dignity, you will pay a heavy price for it and you will definitely regret it!!!"
Khufu shouted loudly. Even though he had noticed that Chen Lang's strength far exceeded his expectations, he still refused to show weakness. Underworld God's pride did not allow it to back down.
Chen Lang spoke calmly, without any fluctuation in his expression. "Show me your trump card, or call out your helper. Don't waste time."
Khufu was shocked, it was no fool.
Since Chen Lang dares to break into Underworld alone and take the initiative to fight him, it must be confident. Therefore, if it dares to come out, it must be hiding its trump card.
But it didn't expect that Chen Lang would have noticed it long ago?
Originally, Khufu planned to show his trump card again when the battle was in a stalemate to catch Chen Lang off guard.
But after the blow just now, Khufu, who was already afraid of death, was scared now.
Yes, as one of the founders of Undead, he is also afraid of death.
It clearly knows that with its own strength alone, it is definitely no match for Chen Lang. If it continues to hold on, it will only bring humiliation to itself, or even die completely.
Even such hope of living will be lost in an instant...
It stopped pretending, immediately put away Underworld God's arrogance, made an extremely respectful gesture, and then shouted in ancient Egyptian language, "Honorable Dark King, please show up!!!"
"Buzz buzz~~~~~"
As Khufu shouted, ripples began to appear in the void, and the energy fluctuations became stronger and spread in circles...