In Zhu Xian, people start to rise from plundering entries

"Ow!!!"

The ghoul let out a brief but extremely shrill scream, and in less than half a second, it was burned to a wisp of smoke and disappeared completely.

This sudden turn of events caused the undead's charge to halt!
The lower-ranking undead, driven by instinct, retreated in terror, filled with the most primal fear of the gray-white stillness and the golden-red flames.

Even the raging skeletal mammoth sensed a deadly threat, stamping its hooves uneasily and daring not to advance easily.

However, the automatic counterattack of the Chaos Source Power also greatly increased the burden on Su Han's body. Even while unconscious, he frowned in pain, his body twitched slightly, his face became even paler, and his breath even weakened for a moment.

This scene was noticed by several more cunning and powerful undead.

It was a "Frankenstein's monster" hidden among many skeletons. It was made up of countless limbs and broken arms pieced together haphazardly. Its body was huge and bloated, dripping with putrid slime, and at its core flickered several tangled balls of evil soul fire.

It sensed the strength and instability of Su Han's power, as well as his weakness.

"Gululu..."

The Stitches let out a deep roar, then suddenly grabbed two smaller skeletons beside it and hurled them at Su Han like stones!

It tried to use cannon fodder to wear down that terrible power!

The necromancer's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly commanded the vengeful spirits to intercept them, while desperately summoning more skeleton warriors.

The battle instantly heats up!
Skeleton warriors clashed with a tidal wave of low-level undead, the sounds of breaking bones and putrid roars filling the air.

The vengeful spirits moved about, constantly weakening the powerful enemy, but they themselves were also being consumed by the attacks of the undead, becoming increasingly transparent.

The necromancer's magic power was rapidly depleting, and his face grew paler and paler.

As expected, the chaotic power and Nirvana Golden Flame on Su Han's body began to flicker after automatically eliminating several waves of cannon fodder attacks, clearly unable to maintain this level of autonomous defense for long.

Seizing its opportunity, the Stitches-on monster let out a triumphant roar, took heavy steps, and charged towards the broken wall! Its countless arms lashed out wildly, reaching for Su Han!

A hint of despair flashed in the necromancer's eyes; he had almost exhausted his magic power!
At this critical moment——

"Buzz!" The chaotic source power within Su Han's body, which was originally slowly repairing him, seemed to be completely enraged by this increasingly imminent threat of death!
Three forces—the deathly stillness of gray, the molten lava of crimson gold, and the flames of gold and red—began to react and merge violently in an unprecedented way!
It was not an orderly fusion, but a chaotic and extremely dangerous interweaving on the verge of explosion!

The next moment, a highly unstable chaotic force field with a diameter of about three meters suddenly erupted, centered on Su Han!
Within the force field, the scene was utterly terrifying!
Space itself seemed to be distorted! Some of the dead aged, weathered, and turned to ashes in an instant;
Some were thrown into a furnace, their bodies melting and vaporizing, emitting shrill screams;

Some were even more as if they were directly "erased" by an invisible force, leaving not even ashes behind!

The powerful stitched monster charged the fastest, and its dozen or so outstretched arms experienced horrific destruction the instant they touched the edge of the force field.

Some arms dried up and shattered instantly, some melted and burned directly, and some simply disappeared!
"Ow!!!"

The Stitches let out a deafening scream of pain, its massive body staggering backward as if electrocuted. At least half of its limbs had been permanently destroyed by the terrifying chaotic force field, and its core soul fire had dimmed considerably, filled with extreme terror.

This small, unstable chaotic force field seemed to have become an absolute death zone!

All the spirits, regardless of their strength, were terrified by this incomprehensible horror and retreated repeatedly, no longer daring to approach even a fraction closer. They could only surround the unconscious human in the center from a distance, watching with a mixture of greed and fear.

The necromancer stared in disbelief at all this, followed by a deeper sense of awe and fervor.

He immediately seized this precious time, swallowed several black potions to restore his mana, and desperately summoned and reinforced the defenses, while simultaneously commanding the wraiths and skeletons to clear out the undead that dared not advance but still lingered around.

The battle has temporarily stalled due to the spontaneous eruption of chaotic energy.

But everyone knows that this stalemate is extremely fragile.

Su Han was in extremely poor condition, and his power was clearly out of control.

The number of the undead remains enormous, and it is likely to attract even more terrifying beings.

On this devastated battlefield, the smoke of battle had not yet dissipated, and a new round of bloody fighting had just ended. The air was filled with the stench of the dead, the burnt smell of extinguished energy, and an overwhelming aura of death.

The surviving warriors, clutching their shattered weapons, gazed at the unconscious figure shrouded in a terrifying force field and the menacing sea of ​​undead surrounding them. The glimmer of hope that had just risen in their hearts was once again replaced by a heavy sense of crisis.

The brief silence foreshadowed the countdown to an even more frenzied onslaught. (End of Chapter)