92: Chapter 92 The Ten Thousand Meter White Bone Gate: Morale Has Collapsed!

Unbeknownst to them, the countdown was nearly over, and a million-strong Undead Legion was about to pour in.

When they saw this prompt, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

One million in the very first wave?

The first wave of the offensive was already this perilous?

Hearing that a million-strong Undead Legion was attacking, everyone felt a shiver run down their spines.

They couldn't imagine how difficult the subsequent second and third waves would be.

The difficulty of the Human Race Defense War was a bit ridiculous; could their small numbers even hold out?

On this barren Death Plateau, the biting cold wind blew against people's faces with a stinging pain.

On this desolate land, the top 100 lords from across the globe had already deployed their formations, constructing a twenty-kilometer-long defensive line directly along the Void Road-Bridge.

The troops of the 99 lords were lined up, hiding behind cover, waiting for the arrival of the Undead Legion.

As the countdown reached the final minute, the air began to solidify. Everyone held their breath; not a single one of the millions of soldiers across the entire front made a sound.

Only the whistling of the cold wind could be heard, punctuated by the occasional cough. The Endless Sea churned up monstrous waves forty to fifty meters high, crashing against the cliffs of the Death Plateau.

The sound of the cold wind and the crashing waves intertwined. In the final ten seconds, all noise began to settle into silence.

The system's voice began to sound, counting down the ten seconds.

Everyone had almost forgotten to breathe, their eyes fixed intently on the road-bridge ahead.

5 seconds.

Everyone began to swallow hard, nervously gripping the weapons in their hands.

2 seconds.

The tension had reached its limit. When humans reach a state of extreme fear, that emotion can turn into extreme rage.

1 second!

The soldiers began to open their mouths and roar, letting out battle cries to dispel the fear in their hearts.

On the Floating Island, countless spearmen and archers were ready.

0 seconds, death descends!

In front of the cliffs by the sea, the Void Road-Bridge emerged, and a skeleton gate thousands of meters wide and ten thousand meters high manifested.

In that moment, Xu Xuan felt his heart skip a beat.

Such a magnificent scene... how spectacular!

The giant gate composed of white bones was thousands of meters wide, and its height pierced straight into the sky.

In the center of the Gate of White Bone was a giant skull face, looking as if it were the God of the Undead.

At this moment, all lords across the globe received a message.

[The Undead Scourge descends upon the Lord Continent. Under the gaze of their deity, they have launched an attack on the human race. They crave flesh and blood, and they crave to join the War of Ten Thousand Races!]

[The entire battle scene will be broadcast live globally. All lords will be able to watch the live footage of the Human Race Defense War!]

[Note: Should this battle fail, the Undead Race's portals will be able to appear in any region on the land!]

When they saw this announcement and looked at the ten-thousand-meter-high undead gate before them, a sense of powerlessness welled up in everyone's hearts.

That was the power of a god... the Gate of White Bone constructed by the deity of the Undead Race was too magnificent and spectacular.

Even Xu Xuan's Floating Island looked pitifully small in front of this gate.

Those with megalophobia would likely be scared witless by this Gate of White Bone.

At this moment, billions of lords worldwide were on edge, watching as that gate slowly opened.

The Gate of White Bone opened, first cracking a gap from which eerie blue ghost fires poured out.

A raspy voice spoke in a strange language, but through the system's translation, all lords could understand it.

The raspy voice carried a mocking tone: "Enjoy the pleasure of death, join the Undead Race, and become a member of the glorious evolution!!!"

Following that, the ten-thousand-meter-high Gate of White Bone began to slowly swing open, and a foul, stench-filled air gushed out from within.

The smell was indescribable, extremely unique.

It was a thousand, ten thousand times stronger than the fishy stench of the sea breeze blowing from the Endless Sea!

Xu Xuan covered his nose, his hair blown into a mess by the airflow, as he squinted his eyes to look into the distance.

At this time, the Orc Sword Saint Guda had already begun to tremble uncontrollably.

But the divine generals by Xu Xuan's side each wore expressions of disdain.

Grand Preceptor Wen, atop his Black Kirin, snorted coldly, "A mere pseudo-god dares to show off his meager skills before this old man."

"Boring. If this young master were in his prime, I would definitely shatter that posturing dog-thing with a single punch!" Flames ignited on Nezha's body, directly dispelling the undead aura.

Chi You and Xing Tian showed even less of a reaction, even mocking, "Ha, that's it?"

"You're killing me. He's quite good at creating an atmosphere, but his strength is nothing much." Xing Tian was even discussing it with Chi You with a chuckle.

While others were trembling, these divine generals were each more calm than the last, as if they were watching a monkey show.

After all, what kind of status and divine power did they once possess?

A pseudo-God of the Undead Legion—at his peak, Chi You could have directly torn him apart with one hand.

The soldiers, who were originally very frightened, felt it wasn't so scary anymore after hearing the generals' conversation.

At this moment, several lines of text popped up in front of Xu Xuan.

[Upon witnessing the Undead Deity, your people's morale has plummeted! The Fear status has appeared.]

[Under the influence of the divine generals, your people's morale has surged! The Fear status has disappeared.]

Seeing this, Xu Xuan realized something.

"I have divine generals to boost morale and stabilize the army's heart. Other lords don't have the support of divine generals; if they don't have items to help, their morale will probably drop by half, right?"

As he spoke, Xu Xuan looked down from the island.

As expected!

The soldiers of many lords wore expressions of terror and had already lost all will to fight.

Before the fighting had even started, their morale had collapsed. The Undead Legion would be able to carry out a one-sided slaughter; how sinister.

When fighting the undead, the difficulty wasn't anything else but the fact that the Undead Legion naturally came with a morale-reducing effect against humans.

Morale is the most important thing for maintaining an army's combat effectiveness, much like the 'shattered Dao heart' mentioned in cultivation novels.

Once the will to fight is lost and one becomes fearful before the battle even begins, the entire front line is doomed!

By now, the Gate of White Bone had fully opened. On the other side of the gate was a scene like a white bone hell.

A million-strong Undead Legion marched out of the gate. Some of those skeleton soldiers held iron swords, spears, and shields, and wore iron armor.

They were like an ocean of skeletons, arranged into uniform lines, surging forward like wave after wave of a tide.

Below the Floating Island, the siblings Zhou Wu and Zhou Mei, along with over twenty other Great Xia Lords, all wore expressions of tension.

"It's coming. Can we withstand the first wave of the impact..."

"Hold on! Order the soldiers that they must hold! Don't retreat, don't be afraid, don't fear these bones!"

"They are just the Undead Race; use blunt weapons to smash them to pieces!!"

Seeing that the morale of the front-line soldiers was nearly impossible to maintain, and hearing the mountain-shaking roars coming from the skeleton sea opposite them...

Several Great Xia Lords with weak wills showed expressions of cowardice.

Just as Zhou Wu's expression turned to one of despair, a thousand ballistae on the Floating Island fired in unison!