Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death

No, that's not all!

A ghostly spirit, as large as a hill, emerged from the ghostly mist, its body covered with countless heads, each with a pair of eyes and a mouth, a truly terrifying sight.

Eight Directions of the Dead: The Agate Corpse King!

Standing beside it was another tyrannical demon! However, this one far surpassed the former in both size and imposing presence.

The Eight Dead Kings: Ghostly Kings!

"Four, four monarchs..."

Their burning passion was suppressed by the pervasive deathly aura, and everyone stared in horror at the nightmarish scene before them, which resembled a thick ink painting.

Boom!

Boom! !

Boom! ! !

"Huh~~~~~~~~~~~!!!"

A strange yet powerful roar suddenly resounded from the ground, and a mountain peak in the distance was rising from the earth with an astonishingly sky-piercing force!

His arms were thick and strong, as imposing as a mountain. With each step he took, the bodies and souls of the crowd trembled violently.

"The Corpse of the Mountain Peak..."

The leader of the eight fallen monarchs, a supreme monarch-level being, his combat power is already equal to the sum of all the other monarchs!

Of the eight fallen rulers, five have already perished!

Salang's escape has put the Undead Empire in a dilemma. Without sufficient death energy to replenish its strength, the Abyss's leap to the outer city of the ancient capital is now a pipe dream.

The Eight Directions King of Death is preparing to personally take action, throwing these super-level mages into the king's tomb, using this enormous energy to move the Abyss of Evil once again, and relying on the massive death energy to resurrect their king!

"What...what do we do?" one of the mages asked, his voice trembling so much it was barely audible.

No one laughed at him; in fact, very few people were still able to speak after that.

Bang! ! !

From within the ghostly mist, a figure flew out and crashed heavily towards the group!

"It's Zhu Meng!" Xu Fang was the first to react, and his water-based magic energy surged instantly, forming a series of circulating water streams that stretched across the air.

Zhu Meng's body smashed through several streams of water, finally slowing down, but the impact of falling to the ground still almost knocked him unconscious.

"You're not dead, are you?" Xu Fang asked.

"You brat, can't you speak more auspiciously..." Zhu Meng stood up tremblingly, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

Within that wisp of ghostly mist, the eerie green eyes were unfathomable. Crushing ants was nothing to the mist demon commander; only defeating powerful mages like Zhu Meng brought it pleasure.

—And even more toys came knocking on our door.

Her dark green eyes lifted slightly as she watched several figures approaching from afar.

President Han Ji, Chief Judge Shi Zheng, Head Instructor Fei Jiao, Hunter King Du Xiao... all the high-ranking officials guarding the ancient capital, experts from major families, and the principal of the magic academy have arrived!

"We'll hold them off here, you guys hurry to Sha Yuan!" Han Ji shouted.

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The battlefield is depicted in a bizarre style, as if the most inept artist had casually drawn a vertical line, dividing the entire battlefield in two.

On one side is the mage squad fighting against the undead legion, who summoned the Windship and struggled to move forward amidst the waves of the undead.

On the other side were the super-level mages besieging the eight dead kings, with at least three or five super-level powerhouses surrounding each dead king.

The outermost area is filled with corpses from the mountain peaks. If such demonic creatures were allowed into the ancient capital, both the individual and their loved ones would die.

The high-level mages fought with their backs against the wall, risking their lives to use magic, and the mountain corpse was unable to break free for a time!

Chapter 241 The Ancient King and Chinese Magic

Xu Fang felt a chilling sensation, like a knife scraping across his body.

Since awakening his light and fire, he has rarely felt "cold," even when he was on a mission in Siberia.

But this time, the biting cold wind made Xu Fang's body tremble, and he felt as if his soul was about to be shattered into pieces by the cold wind.

A chilling wind howled, and ghosts wailed and demons howled; everyone could already see the appearance of the Abyss of Evil!

It was a dark, bottomless abyss from which the chilling winds that could tear one's soul apart blew.

"We can't go any further, or we'll be pulled into the Yin Wind vortex of the Abyss," the captain of the Imperial Guard said.

This distance was already the limit for these high-level mages; the wind boats they had created were all deflected due to the suction force.

Upon arriving here, the densely packed undead legions disappeared, clearly indicating that they too feared this indiscriminate demonic lair.

"If you happen to see the Old King, please pass on a message for me," the captain of the guards said earnestly.

"You said."

"My name is Wang Bo, I curse his ancestors for eighteen generations!"

Xu Fang laughed and said, "Alright, I'll help you with this. I'll keep an eye out for tombs and pick a nice one to dig out and fulfill your dream."

Wang Bo smiled too.

Along the way, his Royal Guard mage regiment suffered heavy losses and was severely depleted of mana. Whether he could fight his way back was still uncertain.

"Then it's a deal. See you in the ancient capital."

"See you in the ancient capital!"

The Abyss of Evil was not far away. The eerie wind scraped his bones painfully, so painful that Xu Fang thought a vengeful ghost was tearing his body apart.

On the contrary, Zhang Xiaohou was unharmed, and Mo Fan was also enveloped by the light of the little mudfish pendant.

Xu Fang used water-based magic, and a white mist mixed with the water of Kun Well enveloped him.

"Look over there, it looks like there are people!" Zhang Xiaohou shouted, pointing in a direction.

Amidst the raging, eerie winds, a slender, frail body struggles desperately, on the verge of being torn apart at any moment.

"Holy crap, Liu Ru!"

Xu Fang swung out an ice chain, pulling Liu Ru out of the gloomy wind, and said irritably, "Big sister, are you out of your mind?"

Liu Ru's eyes darted away: "You're the one who made me fight alongside you..."

Xu Fang was so angry he laughed. Was this girl really stupid or just pretending? "I told you to come with me to kill undead and pick up the scraps. Who said I told you to jump into the Abyss of Fiends with me?"

"Hey, didn't you say?"

Liu Ru blinked her intelligent eyes and pretended to be stupid, just like a golden retriever that had never been beaten before, shaking her head and wagging her tail as if she had made a mistake.

"I'll deal with you later." Xu Fang didn't have much Kun Well water left, and the white mist on him wasn't very thick.

"For safety's sake, we need to get closer," Xu Fang said frankly.

Liu Ru nodded vigorously: "I understand, I understand everything!"

Xu Fang looked at her slightly excited eyes and was speechless. "Big sister, I feel like you don't understand."

We're jumping into the Abyss of Evil!

It's incredibly dangerous inside! It's a near-death experience! The atmosphere is so tragic! Show some basic respect!

Xu Fang opened his arms, and Liu Ru nestled in his embrace, their bodies pressed tightly together, so close that their breaths could be heard.

Liu Ru instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, closed her eyes, and listened to Xu Fang's increasingly rapid heartbeat.

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Xu's heart started racing, not because of Liu Ru, but purely because he was terrified!

Although he knew that with the protection of the Kun Well water, he would be able to enter the Abyss of Evil smoothly, when he actually arrived here and looked down into the abyss, Xu Fang felt as if his internal organs were about to tangle.

Corpse!

They were all corpses!

The disgusting, indescribable ghosts, corrosive substances, and demons piled up into a sea, and were even slowly flowing.

The cries, roars, and screams seemed to come from hell, and just listening to them felt like an unbearable torture!

"I'm tempted to slit my own throat."

"What a coincidence."

"Who comes first?"

"Since we're already here, let's dance together!"

After a moment of silence, the group made up their minds and jumped!

"Pfft! Ouch, ouch, ouch..."

"Uh ah ah!"

"Ugh! Eee-yah-ah-ah!"

All around, countless resentful ghosts assaulted Xu Fang's body. He hunched over like a shrimp, protecting Liu Ru within them.

The water from Kun Well emitted a gentle warmth, enveloping him.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but when Xu Fang woke up again, he had already arrived at the depths of the Abyss of Evil.

"Xu Fang, Xu Fang, brother..."

With a slight sway, Xu Fang gradually regained his senses and saw Liu Ru, her face streaked with tears.

Liu Ru's clothes were all wrinkled, not because of Sha Yuan, but simply because Xu Fang had hugged her too tightly when she jumped down, making it hard for her, a spirit, to breathe.

Not far away, Mo Fan and Zhang Xiaohou lay on the ground, their eyes wide open and breathing heavily. Large beads of sweat dripped down their foreheads, clearly indicating that they had just woken up from a chaotic nightmare.

"This is···"

As everyone looked around at the vast interior of the Abyss of Fiends, they couldn't help but gasp in shock.

"This spatial folding is even more amazing than the Three-Step Tower at our Pearl Academy!" Mo Fan exclaimed.

"You call this spatial folding? Did you skip your usual 8 a.m. theory class?" Xu Fang exclaimed. "This directly creates a completely new world... and it's in the Sha Yuan, a place where space is constantly shifting."