Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

The battle is mine, I shall face it alone.

Zhan Kong’s words echoed in Mo Fan’s mind as he slowly regained his freedom after the pressure on him was lifted.

He was finally able to move, but was still struggling to step forward.

Mo Fan had just found out the culprit behind everything, but to his surprise, that person was not an assh*** after power or personal gains as he had thought. He was only trying to set his grandchild free from the curse of being one of the living dead.

Meanwhile, the mastermind who had planned this was fighting the battle for the sake of mankind a hundred or a thousand years from now, so he had his reasons, too. He was not fighting for his own sake, nor was he fighting so the Sacred City would remain dominant. He was preventing the darkness from being too overwhelming over time.

As for Mo Fan… he would be in the wrong, whichever side he took. It had never been his fight.

The best thing he could do was wait patiently for the outcome, paying them all his greatest respect!

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A figure wearing a black mantle, his face shrouded by a cloudy mist, was standing on the mountain. His intimidating eyes were barely visible most of the time.

The figure came down the mountain. He did not choose the bustling Sacred City, approaching the Mirrored Sacred City one step at a time. The brilliant lights and the flames emitted by the great Golden Eye on the tower were covered in a cold veil as soon as Zhan Kong set foot into the city. Everything that was glowing suddenly lost its heat.

Head Angel Michael flew up to the Mirrored Sacred City, too, landing on the same tower. He could clearly see the main street from his position, the direction Zhan Kong was coming from.

Behind Head Angel Michael was the Mirrored Sacred Residence, and on top of it stood the aloof Lesser Ki-Rin. The dress of the woman atop it was still waving in the night breeze.

Qin Yu’er did not look like a hostage. A sacred light was wavering behind Head Angel Michael. It looked like he was defending a goddess the demons were after.

Zhan Kong stood on the grey-tiled main street. The copied luxurious shops rose on both sides of him. The street was full of hostile eyes brighter than the street lamps.

He looked into the distance. The faint memories in his mind surged forth wildly and reinforced his thoughts as soon as he laid eyes on Qin Yu’er!

Every single detail of his past was bare before him, including Qin Yu’er’s smile. However, the flesh that was about to take over his soul did not respond happily as he was recalling his past, but with unbearable pain!

The undead were not allowed to recall their past, especially the good old memories, as such things would worsen the torture they were suffering from.

Zhan Kong let out a demonic roar. His cry echoed in both cities as the lights and flames were replaced by a serene blue light, as if they had suddenly fallen into the cold Netherworld.

“Blessed be to God!”

“Blessed be to God!”

The Mages of the Sacred City across the street and the roofs repeated the chants in loud voices. Golden ripples spread across the pitch-black sky. They kept growing and eventually turned into Golden Blade Scars that could shred everything into pieces.

The Golden Blade Scars slashed at Zhan Kong, each of them as powerful as a Demon Judgment Sword. They would deliver destructive blows to the target they locked on, especially Darkness Creatures.

Light had always been darkness’s nemesis. Even the tiniest ray of light could scorch the undead. The Golden Blade Scars fell rapidly onto the street. They lit up the night sky like the day as they kept pouring down with no gaps between them.

The main street was shattered beyond recognition by the scars all over it. The Light Magic eventually turned into golden ashes, which rose into the air like tiny fireflies.

The mirrored Sacred City was upside down above the people in the real Sacred City, so the golden ashes were like meteors that had been slowed down greatly in the people’s eyes. They fell elegantly, until they dissipated like fireworks at the boundary of the two worlds.

The Golden Blades Scars slashed at the evil demon, the combined multiple Super Light Spells shocking every Mage in the Sacred City that was watching the battle. However, the emperor in the black cloak was perfectly unharmed, his Mantle easily repelling the golden flames. The Light Magic that was supposed to suppress darkness had no effect on it. It was like a piece of black steel weaving through the flames with ease.

“Bloodthirsty Evil Wind!” He clenched his hands into claws and waved at the street.

With a strange howl, a blood-red wind quickly swept towards the Mages on the ground.

These Mages of the Sacred City had their defensive Equipment and spells. They were not in charge of the offense, only those on the roofs were attacking. Their job was to defend the others from the Undead Emperor’s attacks!

However, the Bloodthirsty Evil Wind was not targeting their flesh. It was a soul-piercing wind, and even the strongest defensive Equipment and Barriers were like a net with huge gaps before it. The wind could instantly shred their souls into pieces!

The defensive Mages on the street fell like domino tiles. Their bodies turned blue as corpses and their eyes were hollow after their souls were shredded.

According to their commander’s plan, the defensive Mages would switch positions with the next line after resisting the first wave of attacks from the Undead Emperor. They were like the soldiers with shields in ancient times who would switch out with the next line of soldiers after defending the army from a rain of arrows.

Unfortunately, these Mages did not even manage to survive the first wave. Many Advanced Mages had died instantly, including two Super Mages who were leading them.

Black mist was rising from their rotting bodies after their souls perished. The black mist flowed toward Zhan Kong’s Mantle on its own and darkened it, granting it an even stronger Aura!

The pain Zhan Kong was feeling could only be relieved through killing. His face gradually calmed after he absorbed the Auras of the living.

He was still an undead, after all. Once he lost his temper, even fresh blood was no longer able to satisfy the hatred in him!