1009: eve

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The intense magical fluctuations instantly covered an area of several hundred meters, and a fist glow containing terrifying power descended from the sky, smashing onto the Guardian Array’s defensive barrier at the Dead Spirit gathering place, instantly tearing the barrier into pieces.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Fragments shot out, forming terrifying magical turbulence on the ground, carving out paths of blood among the Undead Warriors who were ready for battle.

Although the Undead Warriors below desperately dodged, the Guardian Array’s defensive barrier enveloped the entire gathering place, and the turbulence formed after its destruction completely covered the area.

Under such a terrifying attack, a large number of Undead Warriors died.

Whoosh!!!

After shattering the Guardian Array’s defensive barrier with one blow, Wang Chen did not stop. His body, with six light clusters floating behind him, crashed into the chaotic Dead Spirit gathering place below like a meteor, initiating an even faster slaughter.

“This, this, this…”

“What terrifying power!”

“Is this kind of enemy really someone we can contend with?”

The mayor of this Dead Spirit gathering place, who had just arrived, was horrified at the sight.

From the moment he received the news and came out, to the enemy descending from the sky, the Guardian Array’s defensive barrier lasted less than a breath.

The terrifying strength displayed made this powerful Dead Spirit not know how to resist.

Under such an attack, if he stood in front, he would probably be torn to shreds hundreds of times.

“Run! Run! Run!”

“All clansmen scatter and run, save whoever you can!”

However, this Dead Spirit mayor was not so terrified as to lose his mind. He desperately roared, reminding his clansmen, and at the same time, he mustered his strength and charged towards the figure rampaging through the gathering place, wanting to buy a little time for his clansmen’s retreat.

However…

“Commendable courage!”

“But your strength is too weak!”

A figure instantly blocked his path. The Dead Spirit mayor only heard a cold, emotionless voice, and the next second, his consciousness plunged into darkness.

Bang!

A cloud of blood mist exploded.

Wang Chen casually crushed the Dead Spirit mayor, his cold gaze full of killing intent sweeping around.

“Still no movement?”

“Then I’m really going to start a massacre!”

Noticing that there was still no movement from the Canglan City direction, Wang Chen’s lips curled up, and he released his power even more violently.

Half an hour later.

This Dead Spirit gathering place, which ranked among the top four subordinate gathering places of Canglan City, was completely reduced to ruins.

After completing all of this, Wang Chen did not collect any spoils of war. His body landed on the ground, continuously absorbing the power of the earth through contact with the ground to replenish his consumption, while rapidly heading towards the second target.

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Boom!

A sound like muffled thunder echoed between heaven and earth.

Far away in Canglan City, one could still clearly see the bright light and explosion that instantly erupted in the distance.

Even from afar, the terrifying might carried an incredibly strong impact, causing the Undead Warriors patrolling on the walls of Canglan City to feel their hearts tremble as they watched!

Whoosh!

The intense vibration reached the city. Kahn, who was sitting in the City Lord’s Mansion hall with his eyes closed, opened his eyes.

Two cold divine lights shot out, spewing out several feet of flame in the air, eerie and terrifying.

“Wang Chen has started acting again, truly ignorant!”

“I don’t want to bother with him, does he really think he can come and go freely in our Saint Race’s territory?”

Kahn spoke coldly, his gaze falling on the three figures in front of him.

These three figures were all elderly Dead Spirits with aged appearances and bodies that were almost decaying.

They sat quietly on chairs, as if merged with them, strangely emitting no aura whatsoever, and their life fluctuations were on the verge of disappearing, as if they were three stone statues standing there.

Anyone who saw these three elderly Dead Spirits would likely think they were harmless.

However, at this moment, Kahn looked at these three elderly Dead Spirits with immense respect, even a hint of apprehension.

Because these three elderly Dead Spirits, who looked decrepit and as if they were about to turn to dust, were actually three Ninth Stage Late Stage powerhouses with powerful reputations in the history of the Dead Spirit Race: Midolun, Ovis, and Karimo.

When these three Ninth Stage Late Stage powerhouses became famous, Kahn had not even been born. They were active during the period hundreds of years ago when the Human Race and the Dead Spirit Race had not yet signed a peace treaty, and they had established great reputations on the battlefield. Each of them was a being that could stop children from crying at night among the Human Race.

Terrifying! Powerful! Unrivaled notoriety!

After the peace treaty between the two races was signed, Midolun, Ovis, and Karimo, for the continuation of the Dead Spirit Race and to completely conquer the entire world in the future, willingly entered the Holy Mountain to slumber, becoming the clan’s foundation, just to preserve their combat power at critical moments in the future and contribute to the glory of the Saint Race.

Such beings as them were fewer than two hands in the entire Dead Spirit Race. Any Dead Spirit who knew of their existence spontaneously referred to them as Saints to express their respect.

This was not only because of their powerful strength but also because of their selfless dedication.

Among these three Dead Spirits, Midolun and Ovis were only ordinary Ninth Stage Late Stage before entering the Holy Mountain, similar to the current Kahn. Karimo, on the other hand, was quite formidable among Ninth Stage Late Stage cultivators, having a record of single-handedly slaying a Human Race Great True Lord.

However…

After hundreds of years of frozen slumber, their lifespans had already reached their limits. Although they could still exist now, their power had inevitably declined, and the death countdown had already begun. They only had one battle in them, and whether they made a move or not, they would eventually head towards destruction as time passed, unable to enter frozen slumber again.

“Don’t be arrogant. That Wang Chen, at less than thirty years old, can fight you for a few rounds and retreat calmly, even making you helpless with his extreme speed. His strength must be taken seriously!”

“Such terrifying strength and growth speed, even during the great war between the two races back then, the Human Race’s most dazzling Qing Yunzi was far from comparable to him.”

“For such an opponent, let alone him showing power that can contend with you for a few rounds, even if he were still only in the Ninth Stage Middle Stage, we cannot underestimate him in the slightest. We must face him with full concentration.”

“Since us three old fellows have crawled out of our coffins, then this operation must be absolutely foolproof. No mistakes are allowed.”

Karimo, one of the three Dead Spirit Saints, suddenly spoke.

His voice was very hoarse, having not spoken for hundreds of years, and his speech was somewhat broken.

However, as soon as he spoke, the anger on Kahn’s face instantly dissipated, and he respectfully lowered his head.

“My apologies, Karimo Saint, I was too impatient.”

Kahn admitted his mistake without hesitation, then asked:

“Saint, how should we proceed now?”