Full-Time Magister: Super Mage

Chapter 409 The Gathering of Deceased Rulers, Crisis in the Ancient Capital

At this moment, Han Ji also discovered the location of the undead crystal of the mountain corpse. He looked up at Lu Huan, Shi Zheng, Fei Jiao, and the others and shouted, "His undead crystal is below his throat! Focus fire and destroy his undead crystal first!"

"Alright." Lu Huan and the others immediately aimed at the throat of the mountain corpse and began to unleash various spells.

Apart from Han Ji and Lu Huan, who can construct a super-level star palace in a short time, everyone else needs a long time to draw it. As for Zhu Meng releasing super-level magic as soon as he came out, it's because he started constructing a lightning star palace before he came out.

Furthermore, the power of super-level magic released by people with different cultivation levels is different. For example, if the guild leader Han Ji released Snow Maiden's Cry of the World's Ice Rain, it would definitely not be able to suppress Mountain Corpse, a dead spirit that has reached the level of a supreme monarch, if it were someone else.

"Click-clack click-clack~~~~~~~~~"

After realizing Lu Huan and the others' intentions, the Mountain Corpse began to struggle and raise its arm to block its throat, but its movements were still quite stiff and slow. As the Mountain Corpse struggled, the thick ice crystals on its body began to break open continuously.

"Roar!!!" The soul fire flickering in the mountain corpse's eye sockets was filled with savagery and madness, and his angry roar echoed across the black earth.

"Wind-Slaying Thousand Blades - Wind-Slaying Slash!!!"

Lu Huan flashed to the front of the mountain corpse. In an instant, a strong wind arose around Lu Huan, and then countless cyan wind blades emerged from the wind. As Lu Huan waved his hand and pointed at the mountain corpse opposite, those cyan wind blades shot towards the mountain corpse as if they had eyes.

Pfft, pfft, pfft...

The sound of cyan wind blades piercing flesh rang out continuously. In the blink of an eye, countless bloody holes appeared on the mountain corpse's body, and dark blood kept seeping out of the holes. Combined with the mountain corpse's ferocious appearance, this was not the end of it. Lu Huan also had a long sword in his hand that was completely formed from cyan wind blades.

"Slash!!" Lu Huan swung his cyan wind sword at the throat of the mountain corpse. If the slash hit, the mountain corpse would lose its fighting ability even if it didn't die.

The Wind Slash easily pierced the mountain corpse's arm, and the wind blades formed by the dissipating airflow annihilated many undead creatures. The dense sea of ​​undead was directly split into a long clearing, and wherever it passed, whether they were servants or warrior generals like corpse generals and bone generals, they were all turned into pieces of flesh or bones scattered all over the ground.

The Wind Slash easily cut a deep wound into the flesh of the Mountain Corpse, exposing the bone. The Mountain Corpse's bones, tempered over thousands of years, were covered with numerous cracks. If it were struck again, its arm would be completely severed.

"Roar!!" The corpse of the mountain let out a painful roar.

Perhaps it was because of the death of the ancient king, or perhaps it was because the painful roar of the mountain corpse was too loud, that it awakened the eight dead kings who were still asleep, including the Mist Ghost Commander, Ghost Lord, Red Skull Demon Lord, and White Corpse King. As for the Nine Nether Queen in the distance, she did not intend to intervene, but instead looked at the location of the Abyss of Evil as if she was waiting for something.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!!" A murderous aura surged from several directions on the black earth simultaneously.

"These are the Mist Ghost Commander, one of the Eight Dead Kings, along with the Ghost Lord, the Red Skull Demon Lord, the Agate Corpse Lord, and the White Corpse King." Han Ji looked in horror at the directions from which the murderous aura burst forth.

Looking into the distance, several terrifying figures, each hundreds of meters tall, appeared in the black mist. As the president of the Ancient Capital Magic Association, Han Ji was naturally able to identify these figures from their aura.

"No aura of the Nine Netherworld Queen? Could it be that the Nine Netherworld Queen awakened a long time ago!" Fei Jiao also sensed the auras of those figures, but he didn't find the female ghost who had made him feel a little scared.

"There's definitely no trace of that female ghost. If that's the case, then we're in trouble," Lu Huan said seriously.

Despite being a female ghost, Jiuyouhou possesses terrifying mental power. Ordinary high-level mages are powerless against her, and in even worse situations, she can possess and attack others. This kind of tactic is impossible for ordinary high-level mages to defend against.

"Let's not dwell on these things for now, let's prepare for the fierce battle ahead." Zhu Meng frowned as he looked at the other deceased rulers approaching from afar.

Zhu Mengren may be a bit reckless, but he's not brainless.

Five undead lords who had reached the Grand Monarch level, and a Nine Nether Queen hiding in the shadows, while their dozen or so super-class mages had almost exhausted their magical energy, with only five or six still able to unleash super-class magic.

"This is troublesome. I have very little magical energy left in my body."

"I'm a little better, but it's only enough for me to cast one super-level spell."

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