The Eight Nether Kings / Battle of the Monarchs, Leaping into the Abyss

Lu Jun's expression was cold as he unleashed his magic, striking first despite being behind, using killing to stop killing.

Above their heads, Netherworld Opens, and layers of spiderwebs hung down, weaving a black and red [Curse Well World] that enveloped the approaching ghosts.

The cursed well suddenly hoisted up dozens of vengeful ghosts. These monsters, like puppets suspended on strings, combined with the dark and reddish-brown background, resembled a terrifying and eerie Gothic opera house.

Then, with a thought, he sent twenty-one flying swords weaving through the web of evil spiders around him, creating a sharp storm.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The dark sword energy slashed through the General-level ghost, and as soon as the wisps of grayish-white Tribulation Qi were activated, they tore the ghost's body apart and exploded on the spot.

Rows upon rows of Ghost Shadow fell like mowing grass, wiping out dozens in a short time.

On the other side, Lu Mei was no different, her whole body burning with golden-red flames, and intertwined fiery Star Chart forming Fire Element constellations, while a vast expanse of misty rain poured down from the sky.

A vast expanse of dazzling golden sunset clouds spread across the thick white fog, the intense heat quickly permeating the mist, causing it to sizzle and crackle.

Outside, many monks looked up and were astonished to see the striking crimson sunset on the horizon.

Dozens of towering warrior ghosts bathed in the sea of fire, while fireballs rained down from above.

With the amplification of six times the best quality Soul Fire, they all turned into clusters of humanoid flames. The screams of the ghostly Demon Beast were deafening as they were burned to ashes.

Such combat power is normal for high-level players. Mo Fan 'Spirit Seed high-level Fire Element seed could instantly kill more than a dozen warriors.

The siblings' slaughter wiped out over a hundred warrior ghosts, even faster than the other two battlefields.

Of course, if Du Xiao Fei Jiao were willing to expend a lot of magic energy to cast Super Rank magic, a single skill could probably wipe out an entire legion; however, they would need to conserve their magic energy.

Buzz buzz buzz!

Strands of the spirit Remnant Soul rose from mid-air and all converged into the White Tiger Pendant.

Lu Jun had no time to observe, as the remaining large number of Ghost General followed closely behind, their overwhelming baleful Killing Aura surging forth like a tidal wave.

Two hundred warriors attacking, even those of Super Rank would find it troublesome; the human body is too fragile.

He dared not resist head-on. With a thought, the Mother Ghost Fiend appeared, enveloping him and transforming into a gust of wind to disappear underground.

The older sister ran even faster, her wings fluttering behind her, her movements agile, effortlessly dodging through the gaps.

Deep within the ghostly mist, the ghostly minister was cunning; after witnessing his companion suffer a crushing defeat and perish, he rarely appeared.

Now it seemed to have seized an opportunity. Its ghostly figure finally appeared, stealthily lurking behind Lu Mei, revealing a ferocious smile, and reaching out its giant claws to rip out her heart.

Just then, Lu Mei chuckled softly, her graceful figure overlapping with a shadowy figure, an endless sea of fire surged forth, and her invincible monarchical aura erupted.

The Flame Witch shed her skin, turned and rushed forward, grabbing the Ghost Minister's giant claw. She unleashed her magic, and a forest of fiery maple leaves suddenly rose up within a radius of several hundred meters.

As crimson leaves fell, the towering, hill-like demon minister was slowly incinerated into nothingness, utterly powerless to resist.

With the fall of the two leading ghost ministers, the ghostly army wavered, and many Ghost General showed signs of panic.

Lu Jun emerged from the ground and mercilessly beat the drowning dog. He effortlessly used the four elements of Space Element, Metal Element, curse, and mind to Ghost General.

A large amount of spiritual energy surged into the White Tiger Pendant, and coupled with the massive battle below, the blood lake rose to a considerable height.

A rough count reveals seven complete General Essence Soul and three General Essence Soul formed by the fusion of Remnant Soul, totaling ten General Essence Soul.

Seeing this, Lu Jun was overjoyed. If he put the points into High-level Magic, he could already enhance a hundred Level Four Star Seed. If he put them into Primary Magic, level five would be within his grasp.

The battlefield of the dead is indeed a great place to collect essences.

However, he didn't choose any of them. He hadn't mastered any of the higher-level systems to level three, and it would be too wasteful to invest in the lower-level ones.

Seven complete General Essence Soul can be sold for over 100 million, more than enough to buy a Star River Vein.

He had a premonition that after the trip to the Ancient Capital, there would be a surge in wealth, and the entire system would soon reach high-level status.

Moments later, the three separate groups each dealt with the three Undead Legion and quickly rejoined the main force.

The higher-ranking members of the group looked at the calm-faced Lu Jun and his sister with a sense of awe.

Mo Fan looked astonished. If he were to fall into the hands of any legion, his chances of death would be very high, let alone being wiped out so quickly.

Unbeknownst to them, the siblings who emerged from Bo City had already developed the aura of powerful figures, capable of carrying the banner of humanity and fighting on the front lines of the Demonic Beast Empire.

Han Ji nodded and ordered in a deep voice, "The entire army, advance immediately!"

Chapter 241 Eight Directions Undead Monarchs

After the human army dealt with the three Undead Legion, the road ahead was clear, and they traveled ten kilometers in a short time.

We've covered one-third of the 30-kilometer path through the Tide of undead, a mountain of corpses and Blood Sea.

In the distance, the towering figure beside Abyss of Calamity remained motionless, seemingly unable to deal with the Ancient Capital's legion.

The battle, involving millions of players, continued, leaving the thousands of mages on the periphery looking exhausted.

A torrential downpour began, washing away the corpses scattered on the ground and dispersing some of the stench of rotting bodies and the heavy stench of blood.

"Howl!"

Just as the group reached the ten-kilometer mark, a death knell-like cry echoed from the horizon.

Han Ji and the other Super Rank mages peered through the drizzling rain and were startled to spot a skeletal creature with wings that blotted out the sky, flying close to the clouds in the dim and unclear world...

Its silhouette drew ever closer, its speed exceeding several times the speed of sound. Its body expanded from the Size Change of a black dot to a black shadow hundreds of feet in size, its wings spread wide, resembling clouds hanging from the sky, like a large, heavy dark cloud drifting in.

The group of thousands of mages initially paid no attention, but were startled awake when a large shadow fell on the ground.

People looked up at the sky, unaware that it had descended at some point, looking down arrogantly at the formation and disdainfully at the tiny mages. Fear spread like wildfire, instantly permeating the entire legion.

It was so sudden; in the blink of an eye, they were right in front of the army.

Lu Jun looked up, his expression solemn, as the majestic creature finally revealed its full form.

It was a giant skeletal dragon, its entire body seemingly cast from mercury, crystal clear, with an enduring luster, sharp edges, and countless bony spikes bulging on its surface.

Its supreme soul fire is encased in thick bones, burning with a ghostly blue, icy, and deathly color, seeping out through the cracks in the bones in countless strands, creating an aura that is both domineering and sinister.

The whole structure looks exceptionally perfect and majestic.

Wei Yao Ting slowly said, "The Skeleton Nether Lord!"

One of the Eight Directions Undead Monarchs, Mid-level Monarch, even more powerful than the distant Ghost Tyrant.

Lu Jun's eyes held a hint of admiration; if he could ride this Bone Dragon and cosplay as the Lich King, it would indeed be cool.

But that's not all. With the appearance of the Bone Dragon, one after another majestic creature appeared from the depths of the Abyss of Calamity.

First, at the far end of the vast ocean of the dead, a mad corpse, towering like a magnificent mountain, appeared without warning. With each step it took, the ground trembled and the sound reached this place.

[The Corpse of the Mountain Peak], the Supreme Monarch, whose history is longer than that of the Ancient Capital city, whose physique is taller than that of the Black Serpent, and comparable to that of the city.

On either side of it stood four powerful demon monarchs, lined up in a row: the Red Skull Demon Lord, the White Corpse King, the Agate Corpse Lord, and the Mist Ghost Commander.

[Red Skull Demon Lord] is a humanoid skeleton, entirely deep red, as Size Change as a person, unassuming and quiet, floating beside the Corpse of the Mountain Peak and almost overlooked.

[White Corpse King] is similar in type, except that he has a flesh and blood body. He is a zombie monarch, fully armored, like a general who has fought on the battlefield.

The remaining [Agate Corpse Lord] and [Mist Ghost Commander] are both enormous beings.

The former resembles a fleshy hill, the same kind as the Corpse of the Mountain Peak, but much lower, only about one-third the size.

The latter resembles a small mountain shrouded in black smoke, hanging where heaven and earth meet like a black night curtain.

Including the first to appear, the Ghost Tyrant, the Skeleton Nether Lord, and the Eight Directions Undead Monarchs, seven have made their appearances. Only the Nine Nether Queen, whose whereabouts are unknown, is missing.

The thousands of legions gasped, their voices trembling as they asked, "Seven-Headed Monarch, can we really open a passage to the Abyss of Calamity?"

At this moment, Han Ji's expression was grave. They had originally planned to send Mo Fan and the other three to the Abyss of Calamity and then return the way they came.

But with the Great Monarch here, and deep within the Sea of the Dead, can they really be sure they'll be safe and sound?

He took a deep breath and said, "Everyone, prepare to die in battle! Summon the forbidden spell and eradicate the undead threat in one fell swoop!"

Rumble!

The Great Monarch stood tall and imposing, their aura vast and majestic, like Demon God, accompanied by even more undead.

The corpses of billions of the dead assembled their bodies and gathered together, whether crawling out from underground or surging in from the far north, their numbers so great that they could cover the distant horizon...

Corpse Hill Legion, Mist Ghost Legion, Crimson Skeleton Legion... and so on, one by one, the elite warriors appeared.

To make matters worse for the thousands of desperate mages, when they reached the ten-kilometer mark, suddenly, gaps in their formation began to collapse.

Countless ancient tombs are interspersed in the center of the army of thousands, and the large number of Corpse General the squads to isolate themselves and gradually devour them.

There was no other way; when a large army of mages moved, they had to maintain far more space between each other than an ordinary army, since the range of magic was much greater.

This resulted in a force of several thousand people being spread out over an area of several kilometers, essentially breaking up into smaller units and advancing in small teams.

With Mind Mage and Sound Mage connecting the group, there's no fear of it falling apart.

However, Lu Jun's expression was one of surprise and uncertainty. The Ancient Capital was much better prepared than before, but he hadn't expected the undead to be even more aggressive.

The three monarchs became Great Monarch, and the Undead Empire mobilized its entire forces.

Things were unpredictable, and he fell into deep thought, suspecting that the strange behavior of the dead was related to the Nine Nether Queen.

Having captured Asha Ruiya alive and wiped out the Black Vatican, the Ancient Capital was now better prepared. It seemed that the Nine Nether Queen believed that the three or four monarchs could no longer easily conquer the Ancient Capital, and decided to increase her stakes.

Thankfully... Lu Jun felt a sense of relief; he had brought the Totem Mysterious Snake, otherwise he would have been in serious trouble.

The Totem Mysterious Snake can single-handedly restrain the Corpse of the Mountain Peak of Supreme Monarch of the same rank.

This is the real big boss. The threat posed by him alone is equivalent to the combined threat of the other six monarchs, enough to keep more than a dozen Super Rank from paying attention to anything else.

The remaining Chief of the Imperial Guard Lu Huan, can defeat a Mid-level Monarch on his own, and Han Ji, the president of the Bell Tower Magic Association, is also a formidable opponent, capable of taking on two monarchs single-handedly.

With this division, Lu Jun returned to calm. The last three or four monarchs at the end of the Eight Directions Undead Monarchs were easily dealt with by a group of Super Rank.

The only worry is what to do when we're caught in the undead tide and our mana runs out.

Lu Jun thought for a moment. If his plan failed, he could only let Xuan She lead his sister and the Super Rank teams to retreat, preserving the high-level combat power.

Just as Han Ji's aged figure donned dark gold armor and took the initiative to fight the Corpse of the Mountain Peak.

He stepped forward and said, "I'll take care of this supreme, Undead Monarch."

Upon hearing this, everyone was astonished and looked at him with suspicion.

Lu Jun didn't explain. He took out a crystal-clear blue bead from his pocket. Through the surface, one could vaguely see large clouds rising inside, with a black serpent coiled and swimming freely.

"Black Serpent, we need your help."

He gently stroked the Totem Bead and whispered, the White Tiger Pendant around his neck radiating brilliant platinum light, the Totem Bead in his hand resonating, and sacred and solemn totem patterns also appearing, his aura rising slightly.

Chapter 242 The War of Monarchs, Jumping into the Abyss of Calamity

Buzz buzz buzz!

The Totem Bead shook violently, detached from Lu Jun's palm, and hovered in the sky.

A massive amount of blue mist surged forth, sweeping outwards in layers with overwhelming force, instantly engulfing an area of several kilometers and shrouding the thousands of mages within.

Caught off guard, everyone was suddenly enveloped in a vast expanse of blue light, and the strong air currents made them involuntarily squint.

Outside, centered on the circle of Super Rank mages, billowing blue mist spread out, sweeping across the battlefield like a sandstorm, leaving countless rotting corpses, skeletons, and other undead servants stunned in place.

They gazed ahead at the vast, dark blue fog that blotted out the sky, layer upon layer, reaching all the way to the heavens, creating a magnificent spectacle.

The blue mist and sea of clouds churned and boiled, endlessly surging, hazy and indistinct, with an overwhelming and oppressive aura pervading the air.

The indifferent gazes of the seven Undead Monarch were drawn over, and gradually turned serious.

Suddenly, a pair of scarlet snake eyes lit up from the depths of the azure sea of qi, like two blood-red suns, carrying a profound sense of horror.

With a whoosh, the clouds and mist dispersed, revealing a colossal serpent, towering between heaven and earth, making a breathtaking entrance into the world.

The Totem Mysterious Snake was covered with hard, cold, fine scales, each as Size Change as a person. Its majestic, winding body resembled a dark blue mountain range, coiled up for several kilometers, surrounding a group of thousands of mages.

Most ordinary mages, as insignificant as ants, looked up at the Mortal World that had protected them, and couldn't help but swallow hard.

The group of Super Rank mages in mid-air, including Han Ji, Zhu Meng, and Yao Ting, were stunned for a long time. So, this was a case of 'I'll leave it to you to handle'?

They sensed the aura of the Totem Mysterious Snake, their expressions solemn. The presence of Supreme Monarch meant that crushing ordinary Super Rank was no different from ants.

Zhu Meng was the first to react, and said in a surprised whisper, "Lu Jun, you brought that big guy from Hangzhou? That's great! Now Ancient Capital saved!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the massive head of the Totem Mysterious Snake above seemed to hear him, and it glanced down coldly, still holding a grudge against the person from Hangzhou for what he had done.