Chapter 1490

Lam and Lei Mu also moved quickly, selecting the Silver Skull Generals of the Earth Realm as their targets.

And the liches who controlled magical attacks.

Lam's expression remained calm as she activated the Great Flame Ring, gathering it into a blazing sun in her palm before hurling it downward.

Lei Mu turned her hands into molten lava and unleashed Meteor Fire Rain.

The meteor fire merged with the great sun.

They complemented each other, further amplifying their power.

At that moment, it was as if a great sun, carrying countless flame meteors, plummeted from the sky.

The earth was scorched; the surface melted.

Massive flame meteorites burned the ground, molten lava flowing endlessly.

Right before the eyes of the several Grandmasters, outside the capital city in this alternate dimension, it became a disaster zone after a volcanic eruption... Zhao Xu: "......"

Zhang Mingbei: "......"

Grandmaster Dama: "......"

Even if the three Grandmasters were immensely powerful, capable of moving mountains and filling seas, traveling a hundred thousand li in a day.

They still fell silent upon witnessing this force that altered terrain like a natural catastrophe.

Even without considering this catastrophe-like scene... the power Lam and Lei Mu just displayed had firmly reached Grandmaster level, equal to theirs.

"Truly unbelievable! People in this world still wield power at this level."

Wugeng Liuli floated in midair, expressionless as she observed the scene before her.

"Indeed!"

Lei Shen Mo Di nodded deeply in agreement.

The praise, of course, was not for Lam and Lei Mu.

Though Lam and Lei Mu's power was formidable, it was not enough to shake them.

Wugeng Liuli's power drew their attention for a moment longer—but only a moment... Wugeng Liuli's power equaled the Half-God realm in their world, having transcended the Emperor level and begun stepping toward divinity... while they were true gods, even now in their state as enslaved gods of the undead calamity.

Yet under the support of undead faith, their essential power had not diminished.

Whether Lei Shen or the Lich King, what they truly feared was the white-bearded man pinning the Death God Hak to the ground.

The white-bearded man who beat Hak like a son, leaving Hak utterly powerless to resist.

"What do you think? How does his power compare to the Dragon God?"

Lei Shen Mo Di suddenly asked.

"What are you planning?"

Wugeng Liuli's gaze turned icy; as Lich King, she was unquestionably a loyal follower of the Black Dragon King Neaophis.

She could not tolerate Lei Shen Mo Di's mocking tone toward the Black Dragon King.

"Just joking!"

Lei Shen Mo Di made no reply, his gaze shifting to Su Han in the distance.

Wugeng Liuli took a deep breath; Lei Shen Mo Di had revealed his attitude—though transformed into an undead by the Black Dragon King, he harbored no loyalty to Neaophis, but rather considerable disdain.

If Death God Hak died, he would likely be delighted.

"Hak is one of the Master's top combatants—he cannot die!"

Thinking of this, Wugeng Liuli's face turned solemn; she spread her arms, and wailing cries rose around her.

One after another, Witch Spirits appeared beside her.

These... Witch Spirits, dense and countless, numbered in the hundreds, each equivalent to a Half-God.

Of course, this was only in terms of essential power.

They were incomparable to a true peer like Wugeng Liuli, who had advanced through genuine cultivation.

Even with the same rank, their combat power differed vastly.

Yet... even if each individual was weak, once their number reached hundreds, they could still make any peer-level being tremble.

"Go!"

At the Lich King's command, the Witch Spirits surged toward the white-bearded man in the distance.

"Interfering in another's war... is not a wise decision."

A gentle voice suddenly sounded behind Wugeng Liuli.

Wugeng Liuli's pupils contracted sharply; she struck backward with her elbow—but hit nothing. "An illusion?"

"I hadn't planned to act... after all, controlling a force that crushes ants without harming their lives... is extremely difficult."

The gentle voice still reached Wugeng Liuli's ears, clearly exasperated.

Yet after a brief pause, the gentle voice seemed to make a decision.

"Then let you be struck by your own power... how about that?"

Before Wugeng Liuli could react, all the Witch Spirits charging toward the white-bearded man let out low roars, then swiftly shifted direction midair and surged toward Wugeng Liuli.

"Wait—these things! They've been forcibly controlled!"

Wugeng Liuli's form turned into a phantom, dodging the Witch Spirits' attack by force.

Yet these... Witch Spirits followed her relentlessly, impossible to shake off.

Wugeng Liuli's expression turned grim; she exerted her power to reclaim control over the Witch Spirits—but it was useless.

"My connection to these... Witch Spirits still exists! It feels as if they've been bound by a higher-level force."

"So I cannot control them! Damn it—how could this happen?"

A shadow darkened Wugeng Liuli's eyes.

"What should I do? Should I destroy them all?"

Although Ni He was confident she could shatter all these Witch Spirits, these Witch Spirits were what she had painstakingly collected over endless ages... to shatter them all now would be equivalent to destroying her own life's work, and naturally left Ni He in hesitation.

Lord Lei Shen's eyebrows twitched twice as he stared intently at the scene before him; his expression finally grew solemn, no longer carrying its earlier contempt.

"Why are there so many powerful beings of this caliber in this world? What exactly is going on?"

If the power Bai Hu Zi had displayed had made him take notice, then Lan Dian's appearance now... shook him to his core, even filling him with panic.

Lord Lei Shen was the strongest warrior in the fantasy world; he believed his power surpassed that of the Death God and the Lich King... but that did not mean he could not see the situation before him.

Lan Dian did not move a finger; with effortless ease, he controlled all the Witch Spirits, then made the Witch Spirits turn and attack Ni He.

Such a technique... even he could not imagine it.

"A formidable enemy!"

Lord Lei Shen's face turned icy as he clenched his staff; brilliant Lei Guang swirled around his body. "I must join the battle!"

Although he did not wish to exist merely as Nai Aofei's fighting force.

But now, if he did not join the fight, then once Lan Dian and Bai Hu Zi emerged victorious, coupled with Su Han—whose depth was unknown but who clearly wielded lightning, a power that strongly countered him—no matter how many hidden cards he held, he would surely meet his end.