Chapter 699

"Is it blowing bubbles?" Negris said, bewildered. The tall main tower spat out such a slow and powerless ball of light; it was practically like blowing bubbles.

The ball of light shot slowly toward the high sky, getting slower and slower, finally took a turn and fell, tracing a high parabolic arc, and smashed into the group of corpses next to the Demon Palace.

A violent shockwave exploded, covering an area with a full fifty-meter diameter.

The undead creatures within this range seemed as if nothing had happened, standing blankly in place, and then suddenly fell apart.

Skeletons scattered into a pile of bones, zombies fell headlong, and spirit bodies dissipated into black smoke. In an instant, everything related to souls within this range was cleared out.

"Faith Storm!" Negris's eyes widened.

"It's not a Faith Storm, it's a Silence Orb," Anthony said. "How could there be an array here specifically designed to counter undead creatures?"

Could it be that the demons here knew long ago that there would be a corpse tide today, so they built weapons to counter undead creatures in advance?

According to the specifications of this tower, a full-power release would have power not inferior to a Starburst Array.

"It might not be specifically for countering corpse tides, but like a Starburst Array, it can be adjusted. Oh, Delosa isn't here, otherwise, we could ask. This thing is very much like a Starburst Array," Negris said.

Just at this moment, the high tower began to 'blow bubbles' again. One ball of light after another was spat into the air, then followed a parabolic arc to smash toward the ground. The angle of each light ball's ejection had tiny changes, ensuring their landing points were not in the same position.

This was too much? Ang shouted: "Elf Beans." And then he rushed up.

The big cat hurriedly followed, flying and pouncing to hug Ang's lower leg bone.

On the Blood Pool Demon Palace, someone noticed Ang rushing out: "There, there, there is a skeleton, a skeleton of a different color."

Ang had just taken off his scarecrow hat; now, in the eyes of others, he was a skeleton with uneven colors. His hands were black with a crystalline luster and had tiny stars inside, and his torso was a mix of purple-gold and black, looking as if he were wearing camouflage.

But absolutely no one would think he was an ordinary skeleton; just that posture of stepping through the air was beyond these demons' understanding of skeletons.

"Is it the leader? Finally forced it out? Come here, bring my whip." Klete gestured with his large hand and ordered.

A direct blood descendant carried his whip and presented it. It was a giant whip that might have been one or two hundred meters long; the diameter of the handle alone was two point two or three meters, several times thicker than an ordinary person's waist.

From thick to thin, it extended to the very tip, which was already as thin as a strand of hair.

Klete tore off the clothes on his body, his entire body expanded, sharp spikes extended from where there were bone spurs, the two demon horns on his forehead curved, and a ball of fire ignited between the horns.

Finally, Klete transformed into a giant demon a full forty meters tall; this was the true form of a Demon Monarch.

Taking the whip, he inserted it into a depression in the floor, a perfect fit; it seemed this depression was made for this whip to be inserted. With the embedding of the whip, the ground of the entire area lit up, revealing some magic patterns that slowly surged, as if energy were continuously pouring into the whip.

While Klete was making preparations here, Ang outside had already rushed under the first ball of light and hugged it.

"Is he looking for death? Monarch, you might not need to make a move; that skeleton ran into the light ball himself... uh, he hugged the light ball." The watching demons first mocked in an incredulous tone, but immediately screamed in an even more incredulous tone.

Ang hugged the light ball, held it steadily, and it didn't explode.

Then he threw it upward with force, spraying out ten thousand Elf Beans like a fountain into the air—Planting Divine Skill: Element Conversion.

The big cat yelled excitedly: "Awoo!"

It left Ang and pounced toward the Elf Beans. Its claws danced all over the sky, but there were too many Elf Beans; even if its claws danced into afterimages, it couldn't catch all the Elf Beans.

Finally, it could only explode into a fur ball and use its body to catch the beans; as long as they fell into its fur, the beans could never run away again.

After Ang threw the Elf Beans, he didn't look back and pounced toward the second ball of light. The big cat, after catching the beans, was stretching its claws to dig them out from its fur, giggling while digging, and then saw the second fountain of beans shoot into the sky.

"Awoo—Awoo—" The big cat's claws danced into afterimages again, flying toward the second fountain of beans.

"This dead cat can actually fly?" Negris looked in surprise at the fifty-meter-large fur ball flying nimbly in the air.

"Are there any Dimensional Beasts that can't fly?" Anthony asked.

"Then why does it ride on top of others' heads all day?" Negris said.

"Maybe it's lazy. It said its energy was exhausted, but look at it, where is there any sign of being exhausted?" Anthony said.

Not only was there no sign of exhaustion, but it also followed behind Ang, bouncing along. Ang threw, it caught, and those light balls that were spat out were one by one converted by Ang into Elf Beans; not a single one could fall to the ground.

All the demons in the Demon Palace watched, dumbfounded. Catching light balls released by an array with bare hands was already outrageous; to actually turn the light balls into beans? What kind of ghost was this?

For a moment, all the demons doubted if their eyes were playing tricks on them. How could the world rules collapse?

"Should we stop the attack? Having them all caught by the enemy like this is too wasteful." Someone said.

"Oh, right, right, right, stop the array, you all go up, kill that skeleton first." Klete finally reacted and ordered loudly.

The demon who had spoken too much just now wished he could slap himself. The companions around him also cast angry gazes at him: "Letting you have a loose mouth."

The demons around Klete were driven to rush toward Ang, but soon they faced the strikes of a six-winged archangel and a melee lich.

"Awoo!" Holy Light Flash.

"Awoo!" Great Earth Hammer.

"Awoo!" Archangel's Staff slashing wildly.

The few demons who broke through this combination of the little angel and came before Ang were met with two spiritual tentacles, which grabbed them, *bang bang*—a round of smashing—and they were flattened.

Having already fought two Ancient Gods and grabbed one, two, three, four, five... Ancient Gods, these demons were too low-level for Ang; it would be better to blast him with cannons.

After waiting for a while and finding that the high tower was no longer spitting out light balls, Ang decided not to wait and went to dismantle its energy core.

He strode toward the high tower. Every step was like stepping on a switch, spraying out thirty or forty Holy Light Missiles, sweeping away the demons blocking his path. If thirty or forty missiles couldn't kill the enemy, then he would take another step. Still couldn't kill them? Then he would stomp in place.

No demon could block his forward steps.

"This... this..." Klete glanced at the whip that had finished charging and was shining brightly, feeling a bit panicked. The posture of this enemy didn't look like something that could be whipped to death by a single whip. What to do? What to do?

Thanks to Qingfeng Daimo Yi, Bai Guang Zhi Chen, and Hei Zhi Shang Shi for the tips.

(End of chapter)