As the battle beca one-sided, Zhang nglong gradually took control of the entire situation. It was only then that everyone realized Zhang nglong truly had the qualifications to dominate the Land of Inheritance all by himself.
This kind of fighting strategy, even a mid-level magician might be literally worn to death by these undead!
They had no idea where Zhang nglong got so much magic to sustain the undead's fight. No matter how great he was, the law of energy conservation couldn't be broken, right? Those undead needed energy to cast Forbidden Curses and repeatedly resurrect, didn't they? Was it possible that his body contained so much energy? That wasn't realistic!
In the end, everyone could only attribute the reason to those two books. Perhaps it truly was sothing beyond Dao Level could possess such powerful and miraculous power.
Dozens of minutes later, the terrain of the entire valley had sunk by several hundred ters, filled with the rampant aura of magic, but no one dared to move recklessly anymore because they knew that if they continued like this, they would all be wiped out!
"Not fighting anymore?" Zhang nglong shouted, "Since you're not fighting, does that an I can open my send-off class whenever I want and charge whenever I like? Can I do whatever I want?"
Facing Zhang nglong's words, this ti, everyone chose to remain silent. Their dignity and confidence had been completely crushed by Zhang nglong alone.
"I want to buy a quota!"
"So do I!"
Those who were still hesitating finally took out their money. First co, first served. If they were late, the fifty thousand quotas would be gone!
Fifty thousand people, though it sounds like a lot, the number of people gathered in this valley was easily a thousand or even ten thousand tis this number. Although so were just here to escort their masters or young lords, those who wanted to get a quota were countless; these fifty thousand quotas were simply not enough!
Soon, all fifty thousand quotas were sold. Under Zhang nglong's watchful eye, they entered the teleportation array without hesitation, and no one dared to obstruct them.
"Alright, you remaining folks can fight over the rest however you want. I'm done here." Zhang nglong also put away the two books, and the undead were instantly reburied underground, reduced to dust and bones.
"Our Mozick Family should be qualified to get a quota, right? If anyone disagrees, co at us!"
A young man stepped forward first.
His Mozick Family was a very powerful family. Before Zhang nglong arrived in the Mosla Empire, the Mozick Family's power was even above the Hertz Family's. Their Clan Leader was just one step away from becoming a Great Magician.
This ti, the lineup he brought was also very strong, numbering dozens of high-level Mages. Among such imperial royal family-level forces, he could absolutely be ranked.
"This one can't continue, next!"
"The Mozick Family's turnout is too great. They brought twenty or thirty high-level Mages, almost comparable to several royal families."
"It seems none of you have any objections." The Mozick Family's young lord smiled with satisfaction. He instructed his followers and then headed towards the teleportation array.
"Wait, I have an objection!" Just as he was about to cross the boundary where Zhang nglong had erected a human wall, Zhang nglong suddenly spoke up, "You, get back!"
"What more do you want?" The Mozick Family's young lord said, getting furious, "You wanted fifty thousand quotas. You've already got them, and you've made your money. Do you still intend to interfere?"
"I don't care about others," Zhang nglong said, "I have no grudge against them, and I'm not one to annihilate everyone, naturally, I don't want to continue interfering."
"Then what do you an?" The Mozick Family's young lord questioned.
"Do you think I'm a fool? If I recall, among those who attacked just now, your people were involved, right?"
Though the battle had seed chaotic, Zhang nglong carefully observed everyone. He clearly rembered everyone who had tried to stop him.
For others, Zhang nglong had no objection if they wanted to enter the Land of Inheritance, because he wasn't soone to do things too ruthlessly.
But he was also soone who always settled his scores and didn't let things slide. If soone made him unhappy, he could make them even more unhappy.
"What are you looking at? Dissatisfied? Wasn't it you just now who instructed your n to show so colors?"
The young man showed a surprised expression. Zhang nglong even knew this; indeed, he had ordered his subordinates to act earlier.
"I'm here now. What color do you want to show ? My favorite color is yellow."
The young man's face showed uncertainty, wanting to retort but without any reasoning.
From another perspective, if he had been the one attacked just now, would he allow his enemy to pass? That would be absolutely impossible.
"It was a clash of emotions, brother. Why must you be so unforgiving?" The young lord's tone softened.
"Oh, it was a clash of emotions earlier, was it? Well, young people have so temper. I can understand that."
Seeing Zhang nglong seem to relent, the young man was overjoyed and was about to pass, but his joy was premature.
"What do you think you're doing? Did I say you could pass?" Zhang nglong stated, "I am young too, and I have a temper. Now I'm having a clash of emotions, how about that?"
"Hahaha!" Drake couldn't hold back his laughter in the distance. He liked Zhang nglong's fiery temper!
"I am putting it out here; I don't care how others handle this. But if soone who attacked earlier wants to pass, that's not going to happen. If you're unhappy, let's keep fighting!"
As soon as Zhang nglong finished speaking, many people's faces changed. Zhang nglong was truly leaving no way out!
Nearly seventy percent of the Great Magicians had attacked Zhang nglong just then. What should they do now?
"Oh, and you," Zhang nglong suddenly turned to look at the Prince Hera and Prince Siming, who had already entered the teleportation array earlier, "I almost forgot about you two."
"Get out!" Drake, relishing chaos, got even more excited than Zhang nglong.
One of his Great Magicians cast a spell to bounce the two out.
"Thank you!" Zhang nglong said to Drake.
"That's the least I can do."
At that mont, Siming almost wanted to kill Hera. If it weren't for him stirring up trouble earlier, he wouldn't have provoked Zhang nglong. Forget about obtaining the inheritance; even getting a quota seed precarious now.
"Brother Zhang, how about we buy a quota?" Siming's uncle, who was quite shrewd, suggested that if he wasn't allowed in, buying a quota should be fine, right?
Five trillion Tianyuan wasn't a small number, but for their dynasty, it wasn't astronomical.
"Sure," Zhang nglong said, "I'm an easy-going person. I always settle scores, but it's better to resolve feuds rather than create new ones, right?"
"Thank you, brother!" Siming's uncle quickly took out a Crystal Card, "Here, I've stored five trillion Tianyuan. Brother Zhang can verify at any ti."
"Five trillion?" Zhang nglong tilted his head, "Five trillion is the price for others, but for you, it's a different price!"
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