A Man with Eight Elements

Only after Hunter King Du Xiao said that did they realize. Tang Miao wasn't just Innate Dual Element... he actually had a total of eight elements?

While everyone was surprised to discover that Tang Miao was a magic user, the mysterious gray-haired man suddenly spoke up, "Guild Master, should we go out and help?"

Han Ji paused, then immediately realized what he meant and said, "Yes, help!"

Although Tang Miao's spells dealt with tens of thousands of undead, the number of undead remained unchanged.

They had all recovered some of their magical energy, so naturally they shouldn't continue watching from here.

Then, at Han Ji's command, everyone except the mages who needed to stay behind and the injured mages charged out of the city.

Imperial Mage, Military Mage, Hunter Mage... all rushed out as Han Ji and the others flew away from the city wall.

Tang Miao was using magic from several different elements in rotation. At this point, he didn't care about Spirit Essence or Remnant Soul anymore; he used whatever could replenish his energy.

Despite his relentless, bombardment-like sweeping attacks, the undead army continued to pour in... Although his remaining Spirit Essence made him virtually invincible, the prolonged Demonization had taken a toll on his health, and the backlash was terrifying...

He could feel himself becoming dizzy from time to time. Clearly, the title of "Invincible Demon" was just a figure of speech; he wasn't truly invincible.

"Phew~"

After catching his breath, he saw the densely packed army of undead gather before him once more. The power of Demon Element comes from life and soul; if this cunning Corpse of the Mountain Peak continues to send its Corpse Minister and Corpse General cannon fodder, he will be dragged down by it!

The simplest solution right now is to capture the leader of the thief and deal with the Corpse of the Mountain Peak first!

"Tang Miao, the Corpse of the Mountain Peak is not immortal. As long as we destroy the Undead Crystal under his throat, we can kill him!" Just as Tang Miao was catching his breath, Zhu Meng's shout suddenly came from behind him.

"We're here to help you!" The mysterious gray-white man also appeared outside the inner city. He hovered higher up, with three pairs of Wind Wings on his back. The wings were extremely long and looked majestic when they were spread out.

"Although Yao Ting and the others are dead, it has found the vital point of the Corpse of the Mountain Peak. The Corpse of the Mountain Peak is an undead, so destroying the rest of its body is meaningless. We must break the Undead Barrier below its throat!" At this moment, Guild Leader Han Ji also appeared below, wearing a white battle robe covered in blood.

"Leave these Corpse Minister to our Imperial Mage!" Zuo Feng took on the heavy responsibility of the Imperial Guard Mage Group and rushed out of the barrier.

In this catastrophe, the Imperial Guard Mage Group suffered heavy losses. The chief, deputy chief, and commander of the Imperial Guard all died in battle in the outer city. Only Zuo Feng remained with any remaining prestige.

Behind him, there were only about thirty people dressed in purple imperial guards' robes, a stark contrast to the entire Imperial Guard Mage Group he had previously commanded.

It was fortunate that Tang Miao arrived early; otherwise, things might have been much worse...

However, without them, it would have been impossible for so many people to evacuate to the inner city, and the Eight Directions Undead Lords would not have been left with only the Corpse of the Mountain Peak as the most threatening figure!

Although many people had evacuated before the disaster struck, the Ancient Capital was so vast that even when disaster hit, half the population still retreated towards the inner city...

Having crossed the Bridge of Nine Deaths Mo Fan and his companion, after another frantic run, were finally about to see their target!

Zhang Xiaohou exclaimed with delight, "Brother Fan, we can see the top of the altar now! That should be the Blood Throne Fang Gu mentioned!"

After many hardships, we finally arrived here!

Of those who escorted them here, whether ordinary people or Imperial Mage, only a handful may have returned...

All of them were doing this to give them a chance, and to give everyone in the Ancient Capital capital a chance to save their lives... Hopefully, it's not too late!

So many lives at stake. Although this altar looks terrifying and floats in endless darkness, the thought of millions trapped in the dead city about to become the grand offerings of the Black Church's Salan ceremony makes it worth the arduous journey, even if it's a mountain of knives and a sea of fire.

By the time the two reached the last step, they were both quite tired. However, at the same time, their gazes fell upon the top of the altar, which was covered in white jade. Sure enough, there was a huge piece of jade in the very center!

The jade is red and crystal clear, with sharp edges and corners, looking like countless swords stuck upside down to form an imposing throne... This is the Blood Throne!

Therefore, the person on the Blood Throne must be the Ancient King "Ying Zheng"!

There was indeed a person on the Blood Throne, whether dead or alive was unknown. He was wearing a black Armor Robe was obviously an ancient artifact, but it still reflected a cold light. You could even see your own humble self, who was timidly approaching, reflected on the armor!

"I'm surprised, how did you get out of the Death Gate Chamber?" Just as Mo Fan and Zhang Xiaohou approached, the seated person looked up at the two of them and spoke in a calm voice.

Both Mo Fan and Zhang Xiaohou were surprised when they saw the person sitting in the seat.

"What's going on? Why are you sitting here?" Zhang Xiaohou asked incredulously.

Compared to Zhang Xiaohou's confusion, Mo Fan already had a guess in his mind.

"Why can't I sit here?" Fang Gu laughed.

Mo Fan angrily pointed at him and said, "You damned scum! Millions of people in the Ancient Capital are waiting to be rescued, and you actually want to become the Ancient King here?"

He thought he was already incredibly heartless, but when he saw that Fang Gu, this bastard, dared to dream of possessing the power of Ancient King and controlling the army of the Undead Empire, a raging fire truly welled up within him...

"The Ancient King is gone, all that remains is his throne that allows him to command all the undead. With this power, I can dominate the world! What is this small Ancient Capital? Moreover, even if they die, they can become my powerful undead warriors. At that time, what will Demon Beast matter?" Fang Gu stood up and said with some emotion.

"And all these rights belong to whoever arrives here first. Whoever does so will inherit everything from the Ancient King: his white palace, the Undead Kingdom he created, his boundless magic, his unparalleled wisdom..." Fang Gu's voice also carried a strange metallic tone, echoing at the top of the empty altar.

Mo Fan sneered, his face full of disdain, and said, "You think you're worthy?"

"You... uh... blood! I need blood!!"

Just as Fang Gu was about to speak, his eye sockets suddenly went empty, as if his pupils had been gouged out, and a ghost or evil spirit might crawl out of them at any moment!

In an instant, Fang Gu was completely absorbed, and the black Armor Robe, having absorbed all of Fang Gu's life energy, drifted back to the Blood Throne like a ghost.

Despite being completely naked from beneath his Armor Robe, he could sit upright as if he were alive. Beneath his armored hood, a pair of deep red, ghostly eyes seemed to stare intently at each of them, seeing through their bodies to the depths of their souls, easily discerning everything within them.

At the same time, the altar began to move again!

This is the terrifying power of the Ancient King, the greatest emperor in Huaxia. Although he is dead, he can still control this Sha Yuan!

Judging by the time, dawn has arrived, which is the time of Sha Yuan's last spatial drift. If the Ancient King is going to be resurrected, then his ideal location must be the inner city. Since he wants to become the supreme ruler of the Undead Kingdom, then he will definitely not allow any living people to appear in his kingdom!

If a million people were to fall into the Sha Yuan, it would be more than just a pool of blood; it would be an entire sea of blood, where all the living would become sacrifices!

The Black Vatican must have learned of all this through some means, which is why they are able to control the Sha Yuan at will.

Rather than celebrating a death for themselves, it would be more accurate to say that all of this was for the purpose of resurrecting the progenitor of the undead, who had been dead for over two thousand years!

A resolute glint appeared in Zhang Xiaohou's eyes, and he was about to rush towards the Armor Robe. But the moment he moved, Mo Fan stopped him.

"Brother Fan..."

"Monkey, I know what you're trying to do, but..."

Just as Mo Fan was about to say something, an extremely familiar figure suddenly appeared. Mo Fan recognized this familiar figure, and Zhang Xiaohou recognized it too! It was none other than Zhan Kong, who had once single-handedly Zhan Kong against the Winged Azure Wolf in Bo City!