Chapter 1484

Having made up his mind, Heitong no longer hesitated and followed Chitong's footsteps.

...... Ten kilometers north of the capital.

At this moment, the ground here was completely covered by endless skeletons.

Towering stitched monsters lurked within the skeleton army.

Liches wielding staffs, draped in wizard robes, wandered among the skeleton ranks.

A low growl rose—Zhang Mingbei's blood qi erupted, an utterly terrifying aura bursting from his body; his disheveled hair streamed over his shoulders as if he had transformed into a true dragon.

He punched again and again, instantly manifesting infinite fists; his blood qi condensed into a phoenix and Bai Hu, spreading outward, while spiritual energy became a storm as he fought to the death against three towering golden skeletons, each three meters tall.

Grandmaster Dama's expression was indifferent, his entire body radiating endless golden light, like a Buddha incarnate.

His punch weighed heavier than Mount Tai.

With one punch, the earth flipped, the heavens cracked.

Vast swathes of the skeleton army were obliterated.

Yet Grandmaster Dama felt no relief—instead, his burden grew heavier.

Because the enemies were too many, too many... Even though he killed countless skeletons with a single punch, more skeleton armies emerged from spatial rifts in the distance.

"This won't do!"

Zhao Xu, though aged, remained formidable, his white hair flying as his muscles swelled taut.

His figure twisted rapidly through the void, dodging one magical incantation after another; in a flash, he appeared before a great lich, kicked out—and the great lich was flung away, his bones riddled with dense cracks, carving a deep trench across the earth until he slammed into a massive mountain tens of kilometers away, finally stopping.

He took a deep breath, but before Zhao Xu could rest, his expression flickered—he sensed something ominous and instantly shifted his position.

From the heavens, a rain of meteoric fire plummeted, striking the very spot Zhao Xu had occupied, turning the earth into a sea of molten lava.

Lich wizards hid within the sea of skeletons, coldly watching Zhao Xu, silently casting curse spells or manipulating elemental forces in the air to unleash forbidden attacks upon him.

Zhao Xu's blood qi was robust enough to forcibly purge negative curses.

He could also shatter elemental attacks with his overwhelming blood qi.

But he was old, after all.

As time passed, his blood qi steadily declined.

If this continued, he would eventually be worn down and killed.

Grandmaster Dama surveyed the scene before him, a shadow darkening his eyes.

The three golden skeleton kings locked in combat with Zhang Mingbei exuded a presence... uniquely belonging to a Grandmaster.

This did not mean these three golden skeleton kings were 3.6 Grandmasters.

Rather, it meant that in life, these three golden skeleton kings had been peerless masters who stood on equal footing with Grandmasters.

Now dead and turned to skeletons, their combat power had diminished, yet they remained at the Grandmaster level.

Together, even someone as powerful as Zhang Mingbei could not prevail—he was even being pushed back.

If this dragged on, defeat was certain.

"Old Zhang, hold on!"

Grandmaster Dama shook his head, forcibly dispelling his worries.

He looked at the tide of skeletons surging toward the capital, his expression growing colder: "This won't do!"

Currently, the capital's civilians have not yet evacuated, and the First Army mobilized by the capital's military has not yet completed its defensive deployment—if the skeleton tide breaches the capital... Grandmaster Dama dared not imagine the consequences.