On the battlefield.
At this mont, Lu Jun had turned into light itself. He bore the erald Life Aquarius on his back, every movent wrapped in the Holy Light Feather Robe, his entire body protected by a pure white halo, becoming the most dazzling figure on the field.
Wherever he passed, the gold-green poisonous mist fled away, and in an instant, he had charged straight into the Poison Gold Mummies’ formation.
Before he even struck, the vast, sacred power from the triple buff radiating off his body caused several Warrior-level undead nearby to shriek, bursting into flas without fire.
Boom! Boom! Boom! In the front ranks of the gold-green undead, clusters of white flas tens of ters high erupted suddenly, soaring into the sky, illuminating the hillside and dispersing vast swathes of poisonous mist. The Light elent sizzled harshly all around.
Lu Jun was surprised. Such mastery of white magic was truly beyond the level of ordinary high-tier, its support ability exceedingly strong—he was full of admiration.
Unfortunately, with the Snake Armor protecting him, he had no need for it. What a waste to cast magic on him instead of Mo Fan and the others of the National Team.
Rumble!
Violent Wave: Collapse of the Heavenly River!
Imdiately, Lu Jun struck out with a punch. Torrential black water energy burst forth, and with the blessing of the North Dark Black Water Soul Seed, a violent black dragon roared out. It was over ten ters wide, gouging a deep ravine into the ground as the hill shook violently.
The Raging Wave tore straight through the Poison Gold Mummies’ formation. The ones in its path felt like they had been ramd by a steel dragon head-on. The foremost few were crushed to pieces, completely pulverized—this was Heavy Weight.
Splash! The remaining force of the North Dark flood surged forth, unleashing extre yin energy. The mummies’ lower bodies were subrged, their filthy wrappings corroded, revealing shriveled corpses that dissolved further.
"Abyss!"
And it wasn’t over yet. Lu Jun hovered above the very center of the battlefield, letting out a low roar. Boundless Water-elent magic poured out of him, his eyes blazing with fury, his entire form crystallizing into the likeness of black obsidian.
Imdiately, centered on him, a terrifying black vortex expanded outward. The condensed water was heavy, spinning at high speed, releasing a terrifying devouring force that dragged Poison Gold Mummies from all sides into its embrace.
One had to know—these Warrior Mummies were tall and massive, weighing thousands of kilograms. Yet within the Abyss Domain, they were like powerless scarecrows swept into a towering storm.
Boom!
From high above, looking down, a black abyss had descended atop the hill. The deafening roar shook the heavens, leveling an entire section of the mountain. Countless Poison Gold Mummies were torn apart, and mighty rivers rolled down on all sides, carrying soil and trees, turning the whole region into a black swamp.
Lu Jun detonated in the midst of the Poison Gold Mummy tribe, shattering the undead army’s formation here and shaking the flank.
Seeing this, the National Team mbers were overjoyed. The Poison Gold Mummies had collapsed, unable to form a unified poisonous mist. Individually they were still formidable, but their toxicity no longer posed a threat to the National Team mbers.
Mo Fan and the others seized the opportunity, pursuing their advantage, beating the fallen like stray dogs. They rushed before the undead monsters, unleashing destructive magic, slaughtering recklessly.
The Parthenon female mage who had buffed Lu Jun stared wide-eyed. It was her first ti seeing a young man so fierce and powerful. She murmured to herself, "Is he really still a university student? How does he carry the aura of a Super-level mage?"
At the rear, Wankos, the second-in-command of the Egyptian army, saw this and his expression shifted. His heart surged with joy as he whispered, "It seems we underestimated this National Team. A single squad equals the combat strength of an entire army."
He turned his head and ordered his subordinates, "Send the whole army forward—charge with them!"
On the outskirts of Pushini, the battle raged on. After Lu Jun shattered the Poison Gold Mummy formation, he pursued relentlessly, leading the National Team mbers, harvesting endlessly. Within his White Tiger Pendant, the Warrior-level essences grew slowly in number.
From a broader perspective, the Egyptian army pressed step by step, drawing ever closer to the mirage of the towering pyramid in the distance.
Lu Jun, imrsed in the slaughter, charged forward without rest, so much that he did not even realize he had fallen out of sync with the mage battalions behind him.
Suddenly, the pressure ahead seed to lift. Looking around, he found the space before him empty—he had carved straight through the undead army and reached beneath the pyramid itself.
Yet Lu Jun’s sharp eyes noticed that circling the pyramid was a group of silent, murderous elite undead standing guard.
At the very front were several humanoid undead, their bodies pitch-black, clad in sleek black armor, each gripping slender longswords that glead with a sinister black light.
They were not many—roughly a hundred in all. Their eyes glowed with eerie, soul-piercing red light, exuding an intense ferocity. Their auras were restrained, but within lay frightening strength.
The mont Lu Jun accidentally intruded, these undead, like Pharaoh’s personal guards, all turned their gaze toward him, locking onto him firmly. The pressure surged like a mountain crashing down.
Wrath Sword Death Servants! Even the weakest among them held Warrior-level strength, and with their mastery of mysterious Dark Sword Techniques, their true combat power far surpassed that. Even a High-level Mage could handle at most four or five at once. Yet here stood over a hundred.
Lu Jun’s expression shifted slightly—he had recognized these undead.
If the Poison Gold Mummies and the Underworld Ferryn were the lowest slaves of the pyramid, then the Wrath Sword Death Servants were the nation’s elite soldiers, trusted by the Pharaoh as his pillars.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Suddenly, one Wrath Sword Death Servant moved. The black-sword undead strode forward with eerie steps, its figure carrying a strange flicker—neither soft and ethereal like a ghost, but full of raw strength.
It rushed at Lu Jun. With a swift and nimble slide, its dual hands seamlessly connected into an X-shaped slash, the sword light icy cold, the dark blade incomparably sharp, a strike that would leave ordinary High-level Mages defenseless.
Its speed carried a strange rhythm, dragging one into its tempo, hard to grasp and harder to resist.
In either sword duels or other athletic fields, to overco stronger opponents while being weaker in physique—without exception, it always ca down to masters who had perfected control of rhythm.
Lu Jun cultivated the tal elent, and his life-bound weapon was a sword. He understood swordsmanship. This slash of the Wrath Sword Death Servant—an ordinary High-level Mage, besides retreating backward and casting at an opening, would have no better option.
But once retreating, one fell straight into its rhythm, engulfed by ceaseless attacks, hard to break free in a short ti.
He was different. He felt a hunter’s joy at prey. With a thought, three feet of sword light unsheathed. Flipping his hand, he gripped the Tai’e Sword, advancing instead of retreating, pressing forward boldly.
Clang!
Lu Jun’s blood and qi surged violently. Behind him, a phantom of a ghostly god rose. The Tai’e Sword, infused with imnse force, cleaved down, precisely intercepting the elusive, pitch-black cross-shaped strike. A violent crash resounded.
With a low shout, his terrifying strength directly shattered the Wrath Sword Death life-bound black sword. The montum did not stop—it hacked straight into the undead’s body.
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