Lu Jun stood above the heavens. The mont he made a move, he subdued over a dozen Super Tier powerhouses and eight or nine Monarch-level creatures.
Among them were the Mountain Corpse, Totem Black Serpent, and Demon Mo Fan—three existences possessing Supre Monarch strength. The majesty of an Emperor was fully revealed.
Roar!
In the sky, the Fla Demon struggled and roared in fury. The terrifying Heavenly Tribulation Fire surrounding it was compressed into a narrow space by a layer of silver light mbrane.
From afar, it looked like a small fla, its sinister and domineering presence completely gone.
He glanced at Mo Fan's grim figure covered in sacrificial patterns and felt emotional. The other had finally chosen the path of a demon—his ultimate form now the sa as one of the Four Dark Kings: the Evil Saint King.
"Well, fine then. You beco your Evil Saint King, I'll ascend my Nether King's throne. We both have a bright... cough cough, I an, dark future ahead!"
Lu Jun sensed the vast Nether radiance with every movent, his emotions far from calm. After so many years of planning, he had finally succeeded.
From now on, he no longer had to live in fear, with no sense of security. Even the angels of the Holy City, capped at sixteen wings, were still within the realm of low-level Emperors.
If they really angered him, he'd don the ancient royal battle robe and transform into the "First Emperor" to tear down the Holy City. His core strategy: mutual destruction.
After all, he wouldn't be as weak as Zhan Kong. Whether the Holy City lived or died—what did it have to do with him?
To be honest, Lu Jun had planned two routes. The Psychic Elent would follow the diplomatic path, sheltered under the Kunlun Empire or Ocean Empire; the Curse Elent would follow the inhuman path, with him reigning supre.
The latter had now been half realized.
The two were not contradictory. His Undead Empire was in Qin territory, backed by the Kunlun Empire. If they could unite, it would be half the world.
At that point, let alone foreign nations, he could walk sideways across the entire Nine Provinces. He had truly transford from a pawn into a player. Even better, when the Ocean Empire invaded in the future, the importance of the Undead Empire would beco increasingly prominent—as a crucial rear base.
Lu Jun was filled with ambition, gazing down at the many powerhouses below.
Rumble—!
The towering Mountain Corpse seed to sense sothing and beca extrely fearful. It actually slowly knelt down, its proud head hanging low.
It was like a collapsing mountain range, booming and shaking as it sank by several levels.
"What kind of creature is that? Even the Mountain Corpse is bowing down. Has it surpassed the Monarch level?"
Previously, Han Ji, Zhu ng, Lu Huan, and other Super Tiers were already shaken when their magic was snuffed out in an instant. Now, seeing this, they were even more terrified.
Lu Jun nodded slightly and descended, landing atop the Mountain Corpse's head.
At the sa ti, the Totem Black Serpent on the left seed to sense the aura of a living being on him. It let out a low hiss, relaxed its coiled body, and gently extended its head. On the right, Demon Mo Fan had regained his composure. The silver spatial restraint had been lifted, and he looked up solemnly.
The three together under the firmant painted a scene both sinister and epic.
Clad in a royal robe, the Emperor stood high above, while the Fla Demon, Mountain Corpse, and Totem Sacred Serpent—Supre beings all—seed to bow in reverence.
Even in the ancient capital city hundreds of miles away, all ordinary people and mages who witnessed the scene felt a deep shock in their souls.
The contrast was too stark. These creatures were thousands of ters tall, with sinister flas spilling out and illuminating half the sky. No matter how far away they were, they were clearly visible—yet they seed crushed beneath that small human figure in the heavens.
Many who were terrified thought he was a god and knelt in reverence, hoping for rcy. So even pulled out caras to capture the scene forever.
At the edge of the land, the remaining six heavily injured colossal Undead Monarchs also dragged their skeletal bodies and knelt reverently.
Lu Jun scanned the seven Undead Monarchs. Each had suffered heavy injuries—the most severe, the Ghostfiend Lord, was nearly blown to pieces.
Fortunately, the undead are immortal and hard to kill. Even if shattered, once the remains are gathered, they can be reassembled and live another lifeti.
The reason he stopped the Super Tier mages from killing the Undead Monarchs was because the situation had changed. As the new Lord of the Undead, Monarchs from all directions had now beco rare assets.
At this mont, Han Ji finally saw the man clearly—clad in pitch-black armor, radiating an aura both sinister and solemn.
"A-Ancient... Ancient King!!"
Han Ji's whole body trembled violently, and his gaze beca utterly hollow!
Han Ji's entire body trembled violently, his gaze turning completely vacant!
According to legend, the Ancient King had worn such pitch-black, sinister armor when he transcended into immortality. The black-gold armor this man wore matched perfectly with the historical scrolls passed down through the ages.
Yet, that overwhelming aura of vitality just didn't add up.
"Could the rumors be true—that in his final years, the Ancient King pursued the art of immortality, entombed his body within a crypt, and sought to one day return from death?"
The Super Mages were in disbelief, their souls lost, feeling that the ancient capital no longer held any hope.
This city, steeped in millennia of legacy, was about to beco a paradise for the dead—and the living would beco corpses, celebrating every night in eternal revelry.
At this mont, Lu Jun vaguely sensed a dangerous aura from a thousand kiloters away.
His gaze turned profound, as if piercing through countless dinsions of space, catching sight of a forbidden spell silhouette atop a distant hill.
"A Forbidden Mage from our nation?"
Lu Jun murmured to himself inwardly. He had no intention of confronting them—he could already feel that after activating the Ancient King's armor for such a short ti, his body and mind were showing signs of being overwheld, corroded by the aura of death.
There was no point in forcing it without any gain. Each use of Forbidden Magic cost several years of lifespan.
Thus, he coldly raised his hand and willed the Empire of Undead to lie dormant once more.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Mountain Cropse humbly submitted, clumsily turned around, and slowly stepped toward the forbidden zone deep within the ends of the earth—each step it took made the heavens tremble and the ground quake.
The vast sea of undead across the mountains and plains likewise receded like a retreating tide—an endless black mass withdrawing from all directions of the ancient capital, so following the "Ancient King," others vanishing into underground tombs within minutes.
The seven Undead Monarchs also struggled to rise, unfurled their wings, and led their legions in retreat.
The ghost army that blotted out the sky like black clouds, the skeletal army of snowy white bones, and the corpse army cloaked in poisonous green mist—all vanished without a trace.
Even the Dark Abyss on the horizon silently contracted and disappeared.
That heroic and majestic armored emperor left behind only a peerless back view.
Just then, daylight fully broke the dawn rose in the east, and the sun's corona enveloped his entire figure in sacred majesty.
In that instant, the wild cityscape beca utterly desolate—not even a trace of corpses, bones, or bloodstains remained, as the undead took it all away in their retreat, leaving only gray-white soil filled with bleakness.
Wuuu... A great wind blew from all directions, dispersing the smoke of war, mingled with a trace of sorrow. It passed over the empty wilderness, sounding like a harp's soft lant.
Everyone stood in a daze. The undead calamity had abruptly retreated—when the emperor erged, they thought for sure there would be corpses everywhere and the city would fall, but it all ended abruptly.
As sunlight spilled over the land, the people finally realized—like a good on, dawn always followed the darkness—and they began to cheer.
"We survived... the undead are gone, all of them! Not a single one left!!"
Upon seeing this, the Forbidden Mage atop the hill hundreds of miles away, along with his high-tier military force, all let out a breath of relief.
The Forbidden Mage was soaked in cold sweat. Though he didn't know why the emperor had retreated, at least there was no need for a bloody battle. He was certain he couldn't even withstand a single round against that undead emperor.
Who knew how suffocating it felt just from one glance from that man?
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