Roar! Roar! Roar!
Lu Jun felt as though he had passed through a mbrane. Deafening howls of ghosts thundered in his ears.
However, this ti he was not overwheld by the resentnt of billions of corpses and knocked unconscious. At his brow, a brilliant silver sun fixed itself in place, with a soaring immortal soul shadow standing at its center, towering and unmoving.
He opened his eyes and rapidly descended. All around him, countless undead intertwined and struggled, layered upon layer. They panicked and retreated, as if intimidated by so terrifying existence.
In an instant, Lu Jun looked down. A vast, boundless land appeared, it was the independent plane within the Fiend Abyss. At the center of the dim world stood a pale palace, grand and imposing.
The white mausoleum palace of the Ancient King!
But compared to the tranquil scene when he had entered the Fiend Abyss before, the current sight was filled with chaos and slaughter.
At so unknown ti, the boundless plane had been filled with billions of undead, fighting each other. A brutal atmosphere surged into the sky, blood splattered, limbs flew, toxic mist covered the heavens, and world-destroying fluctuations continued to expand.
The undead fought endlessly. Even when defeated, their broken bodies would reassemble, rise again, and charge at their enemies, only to be destroyed once more, repeating endlessly, without end, terrifying to the living.
The bloody battlefield was roughly divided into two massive armies.
One side, centered around the white mausoleum palace, had the Eight Great Undead Monarchs, Mountain Corpse, Bone Dragon, Ghost Shadow, and others—standing tall, commanding armies of skeletons, zombies, and spirits.
The other side was centered around a towering chaotic pillar of light at the edge of the plane. A colossal Sphinx guarded it, flanked by terrifying beings, the gaunt Dark Sword Masters, the massive and clumsy Underworld Toad Monarch, ghost children, and mummy monarchs lined up in formation.
Their armies were equally peculiar, there were laboring slaves, serpent and scorpion corpses, and elite resentful sword attendants.
These two distinctly different forces were imdiately recognized by Lu Jun, they were clearly the local undead empire of the Ancient Capital and Egypt’s Khufu Empire.
"Khufu has indeed invaded Jiuzhou."
Recalling the words of the Nine Nether Queen, Lu Jun’s eyes turned cold, those who trespass upon Jiuzhou shall be slain, no matter how far they are!
Buzz—buzz—buzz!
His figure manifested, stirring a storm of void energy and drawing the attention of the Eight Great Undead Monarchs at the white mausoleum palace. Among them, a graceful woman in a white dress with a mature aura let out a soft laugh, her semi-transparent figure drifting over.
The Nine Nether Queen glanced at the battlefield and smiled charmingly. "My King, you’ve finally arrived. This is the current state of the Ancient Capital. We’ve been at a stalemate, waiting for you, the savior to turn the tide."
At these words, the Supre Monarch Mountain Corpse, towering like a mountain; the Agate Corpse King, half its height with crystalline flesh; the Mist Wraith Commander, cloaked like a dark curtain; the ferocious Bone Dragon Lord; and the shadowy Ghost King—
Along with two smaller humanoid undead, the White Corpse General and the Red Skull Fiend Lord, all cast scrutinizing gazes toward him.
Under the watch of the Eight Great Undead Monarchs, Lu Jun remained completely fearless. He raised his head and looked around, declaring without hesitation, "re Egyptian undead can be crushed with a flick of a finger."
The undead monarchs fell silent. They sensed a vast power dormant within the human before them, constantly sending waves of danger. Moreover, there was a kind of authority akin to a king, death itself seed to submit beneath his feet.
In the end, it was the White Corpse General who spoke first, his hoarse voice accompanied by a respectful bow like that of an ancient general. "This subordinate obeys."
After he spoke, several undead monarchs hesitated. When the Mountain Corpse lowered its massive head, causing the earth to tremble, the others were shaken and gradually submitted one by one.
The Mist Wraith Commander said in a deep voice, "If you can lead us to repel Khufu’s pyramid invasion, then what is it to honor you as king?!"
"Good! A deal is a deal, once spoken, it cannot be taken back!"
Lu Jun swept his gaze across the Eight Great Undead Monarchs, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips as he spoke solemnly.
This trip had gone smoothly. At his current level of cultivation, whether he wore the Ancient King’s Armor or not made little difference.
Then, Lu Jun slowly rose into the air, suspended high in the sky. He looked down at the distant Egyptian undead army, drawing the attention of the slumbering Sphinx.
Boom!
The Sphinx awakened. A golden underworld radiance erupted from its body, illuminating the dim sky and turning it into a sea of gold, accompanied by a terrifying Supre aura sweeping across the battlefield.
It stared at Lu Jun and spoke in a sharp voice, "Heh so you are the human the Underworld God has ordered to be killed. Those who offend the Underworld God cannot escape death’s judgnt."
"Kill!"
Lu Jun’s expression was indifferent. Two crystalline orbs revolved around him as endless Water Elental magic energy surged from his body. In an instant, the heavens shifted, rolling storm clouds gathered, clashing against the golden underworld radiance, each occupying half the sky.
Yellow Springs Domain!
Facing the Supre Monarch Sphinx, Lu Jun wasted no words. He struck with a killing move from the start. His calamity-level innate talent of summoning wind and rain was activated, forcibly bringing down a torrential downpour upon this lifeless plane.
Crash! The thick storm clouds released a dark yellow curtain of rain, covering a radius of a thousand li, enveloping the billions-strong undead armies of both sides.
Lu Jun’s Water Elent Seed, Yellow Springs True Water, erupted with a thirty-sixfold amplification. Every drop of rain was condensed and heavy, carrying the weight of a thousand jin, and imbued with extre yin corrosive energy. Countless raindrops fell like a celestial river descending from the heavens.
Very quickly, the undead of the Ancient Capital bathed in the dark yellow rain without suffering any harm. Instead, nourished by the Yellow Springs True Water, their auras surged, their bones and flesh gaining a crystalline sheen, their combat strength greatly increased, and their morale soared.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
As for the Egyptian undead, under the torrential rain, each drop weighing a thousand jin smashed down upon them, shattering their bodies into pieces, reducing them to dust and bone fragnts. In re monts, hundreds of thousands of undead were annihilated, falling in unison like harvested wheat.
And this was not the end. From Lu Jun’s abdon surged a vast twilight ocean. Opening his mouth, he spat out one hundred and eight drops of Nether Holy Water, which scattered like a splash before rapidly expanding into vast Yellow Springs currents that swept across the world.
Rumble! The Fiend Abyss shook violently as hundreds of Yellow Springs flood dragons rampaged, stirring towering waves that reached the ninth heaven. Layer upon layer of tides surged toward the massive Egyptian undead army, the imnse currents swallowing entire legions.
For a ti, rain filled the heavens as countless streams converged into a sea. The dark yellow Yellow Springs ocean rose higher and higher, and all undead bones subrged within it silently dissolved into one with it.
The Egyptian Undead Empire was shaken and began to retreat step by step. anwhile, the Ancient Capital’s undead, empowered by the Yellow Springs rain, seized the opportunity to advance with unstoppable force.
With every gesture, Lu Jun resembled an ancient Water God. In the past, Wu Ku’s rain could bring disasters that destroyed cities—now, Lu Jun commanded all waters, capable of burying an entire vast empire.
Roar! Seeing his subordinates suffer heavy losses, the Sphinx grew furious. Its dense mane stood on end as it roared, "For the great Underworld God, kill this human!"
With that, it lunged forward. Its figure moved like lightning, crossing dozens of li in an instant as it charged toward Lu Jun in the sky.
At the sa ti, several undead overlords nearby also made their move. The Dark Sword Master swung its towering blade, releasing a pitch-black sword light that could sever a hundred li, while the evil ghost child let out sinister laughter, wandering through the void as it unleashed soul attacks.
A great battle was about to erupt.
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