Xia Yuan, fighting at full power, moved through the undead army like a dragon.
Cursed techniques!
Eight Gates!
Glint-Glint Fruit!
He wielded all three powers with masterful proficiency, combining them in countless ways to create large-scale skills with devastating destructive force.
Whenever a gap appeared in the defensive line outside Golden City, he would teleport over, sweep away everything in his path, and seal the breach.
Even an undead army of 650,000 was temporarily unable to approach Golden City under the resistance of Xia Yuan and the other contracted spirits forming the defensive line!
The bullet comments in livestreams from major news outlets had long since exploded:
"Hohohoho! Chuanbei's God of Slaughter is insanely strong! One SSR alone has stabilized the ground battle!"
"There's still hope! As long as the ground holds, there are eight SSRs in the sky. They should be able to clear it, right?!"
"One man holding the pass against ten thousand enemies has been brought to life! How can one word like 'fierce' possibly describe this?!"
"With this level of strength, he's completely beyond ordinary SSRs, isn't he? Yuan God's combat power is among the absolute best even within the SSR ranks!"
"Keep it up! Humanity's contracted spirits must win! Everyone in Golden City has to come back alive!"
"..."
The battle above Golden City had also begun. All kinds of skills detonated in the sky, their shockwaves rolling outward.
Eight SSRs faced more than seventy SR undead in a chaotic battle worthy of the century!
Upon the Bone Throne, the Undead Lord drank wine as he admired the battlefield.
Watching those SSRs get surrounded by more than seventy SRs and beaten into a frantic, miserable state put him in an excellent mood.
But after glancing at the situation on the ground, he could no longer