The arrival of the Eight Directions Undead Lords had brought the Outer City Wall of the Ancient Capital to the brink of being breached.
There was no way around it. The undead lords had descended without warning, and the Magic Association and Judgment Society had yet to see through the Black Vatican's scheme.
Or rather, they had only recently found the trail leading back to Bocheng and had not yet traced it to the Ancient Capital.
Even if those higher-ups knew of the catastrophe currently unfolding in the Ancient Capital, they could not rush over immediately. They could only hope that the Ancient Capital could hold out a little longer.
But the Eight Directions Undead Lords were clearly beyond what the Ancient Capital could handle.
Just as Han Ji and Lu Huan silently felt that darkness was about to descend, the Eight Directions Undead Lords suddenly stopped.
The Undead Tide beneath their feet continued battering the city walls.
But in a battle of this level, they were nothing more than cannon fodder. Lu Huan could wipe out most of them with a casual spell.
"Why did they stop?"
Lu Huan stared at the Eight Directions Undead Lords, the unease in his heart growing stronger and stronger.
It was as though they were waiting for something, preparing to welcome something.
Just as unease gripped him, several powerful figures descended from the sky.
The moment Lu Huan saw them, his unease instantly vanished.
Reinforcements had arrived. The Ancient Capital was saved!
Even if the Eight Directions Undead Lords attacked the city, there was now a strong chance they could hold the walls!
Yet before he could greet the powerhouses from the Magic Association, the Military Department, and elsewhere—
High above the Ancient Capital—
An incomparably massive black hole shattered space, and darkness