War

The Virtual Arena was located on an island.

The island stretched for eighty thousand li in every direction. Mage Towers stood in great numbers, and magic formations rose one after another. Under the management of the Coastal Alliance, it was sealed tight against even a drop of water.

Even outside the island—in the sky and in the sea—the Coastal Alliance had made arrangements to ensure that nothing went wrong at the Virtual Arena.

Around the island, a ring-shaped magic formation remained active year-round, isolating the island and throwing the surrounding space into chaos. Outsiders could not approach from the sea at all.

Only the Coastal Alliance controlled the teleportation formations leading in and out of the island, allowing them to come and go with ease.

But while this isolation could stop ordinary people, it could not stop Chen Jichuan.

He brought Belut with him, ignoring the chaotic storm as he went straight to the area outside the island.

"Come out!"

Then he began summoning the Ancestors and the Undead Legion without another word.

Twenty-four spatial passageways opened, and twenty-four Ancestors emerged together.

"Charge!"

"Charge!"

Hundreds of thousands of dimensional gates opened. Along with the Undead Realm, a million-strong Undead Legion poured out.

Shocking!

Powerful!

Before the Coastal Alliance had time to react, while the ten Immortals were still discussing matters, Chen Jichuan had already seized a corner of the island and established a firm foothold.

Twenty-four Ancestors prowled the area.

A million-strong Undead Legion stood guard.

They arranged their forces and formed ranks, looking ready to dig in and fight a steady battle.

At this moment.

The two full-strength legions stationed on the island finally began to move.

Because they feared Chen Jichuan's Mirror Legion, the Coastal Alliance had activated the Anti-Magic Formation the instant they discovered him.

But the