Chapter 761: Divine Punishment of Death

Blood Elf Regent Asqiongge, Morning Blade, a powerful Saint Rank ranger, Lei En had heard of his great name long ago.

It is said that he is the highest‑level ranger in the world, already at Thirty-level.

Yet at their first meeting, Asqiongge's condition was not good.

His body bore many wounds; the most severe was in his left eye, a sword scar from top to bottom that had gouged the eye blind. The wound was enshrouded in intense death energy and would not heal. Clearly, it was caused by a Death Lord; it was only a hair's breadth from splitting the Regent's head in two.

The one‑eyed Regent's combat ability was not diminished at all.

Before Lei En's ambush that killed the unlucky Apocalypse Knight, Asqiongge single‑handedly blocked the assault of two Apocalypse Knights.

His primary weapon was a long single‑edged sword, its hilt ornate, the broad blade curved like a willow leaf, overall resembling a great saber.

Lei En recognized it as a Legend Grade weapon.

The enchanted longbow on Asqiongge's back was more a decorative piece to flaunt his ranger status, only occasionally firing an arrow to rescue a nearby blood elf in danger.

He single‑handedly held off two Apocalypse Knights and remained at ease.

"Lei En, Chairman."

Asqiongge swung his sword, and hundreds of strands of sword qi materialized in the surrounding air, like fine threads yet unmatched in sharpness, slicing the attacking Undead into fragments.

He did not even glance at the Undead, as if in his own court, and bowed slightly toward Lei En, his demeanor flawless, showing a hint of pride and nobility. In a warm yet calm voice he said, "Today Weizelan fulfills the pact; blood elves will never forget, glory belongs to Weizelan."

"Regent, your words are weighty," Lei En nodded.

In truth, the Soul Eye could see that Asqiongge still harbored resentment toward himself and Weizelan.

As Countess Liflin had said, had it not been for the Weizelan Wizards' failure that gave the Cataclysmic Legion the Fu Kong Cheng as a weapon, the Undead Army would never dare to assault Eternal Song City.

Blood elves were originally high elves, exceptionally gifted, and with fewer than three hundred thousand people they have resisted the Cataclysmic Legion for nearly three thousand years. The two sides share a deep, unresolvable blood feud, constantly plotting each other's annihilation. Unsurprisingly, the blood elves can surely hold out for a very long time.

If Eternal Song City fell today, the blood elves would be exterminated, and Weizelan could not escape blame.

Asqiongge, considering Weizelan's timely relief and the current need for Weizelan to save his own people, and seeing that the battle was far from over, could only set aside his resentment.

He said nothing more to Lei En, and casually slashed through the Undead.

Each sword swing unleashed dense sword qi; even legendary Undead could not hold a breath before him, being shattered instantly.

This killing speed was not far behind that of spells.

After several lightning‑fast dashes, Asqiongge's figure vanished, heading toward Eternal Song City.

The two Apocalypse Knights he had attacked—Lei En smashed one, and the remaining one, seeing the unfavorable turn, fled toward Eternal Song City, slaughtering many blood elves along the way, apparently targeting the city's residents for a massive massacre.

Lei En's spirit leapt over the forest, and he casually crushed a charging Undead that flew beside him.

Looking around, he saw that the Apocalypse Knight had been intercepted by a blood elf Grand Mage; Regent Asqiongge had already caught up and teamed with the Grand Mage to slay the enemy.

The battlefield of the three Saint Rank elites was only a few hundred meters from the city wall.

Lei En did not go to assist; Asqiongge could handle it alone, especially since that blood elf Grand Mage was above th Level, making the Apocalypse Knight's death inevitable.

When the Apocalypse Knight was slain, the Thundercast Celestial Soldiers at the breach could absorb souls.

The sound of killing rang to the heavens.

However, Lei En controlled the entire battlefield, and the seemingly precarious Eternal Song City had already passed its most dangerous moment.

The Thundercast Celestial Soldiers and a line of thirty Extreme Warriors formed a defense as solid as gold, easily repelling several waves of the Black Soul Knights' charge.

The Undead above Eternal Song City were swiftly eliminated under the power of the Bolt Gun.

Even though Undead still roamed the city slaughtering, the blood elves were not lambs awaiting the slaughter; even unawakened blood elves possessed strength far beyond ordinary adult humans, giving them some resistance against the Undead.

As long as they endure the toughest moments, the city's Undead will be completely cleared.

Lei En was more concerned with the teacher and Ouroin Master's situation.

In the sky.

The explosions never ceased for a second; each blast roared louder than thunder. Anxiwodasi hovered above the pyramid, concentrating on his spell, surrounded by a ring of scorching fire as if a fire god had descended, each fireball detonating at the weakest points of Fu Kong Cheng's protective barrier.

In fact, Fu Kong Cheng's barrier originally had no weak points.

Anxiwodasi used powerful spell attacks, a relentless barrage of explosions, forcibly creating a weakness and then exploiting it with a fierce assault.

The massive pyramid began to shake.

The force field on its surface quivered even more violently, countless wandering souls howling within the barrier, emitting a mournful sound that rattled the spirit.

Lei En hovered halfway up, using himself as bait to lure Undead.

When enough enemies gathered, he released a Magic Burst Force Field, shattering them; any survivors he finished off with a casual hammer blow.

As he eliminated the Undead, he observed the battle for a few seconds, feeling a slight heaviness in his heart.

The protective magic of Naksa's Fu Kong Cheng is called the "Nether Abyss Barrier," a Ten-ring Spell of the Undead lineage powered by the Iola Core within Fu Kong Cheng, virtually inexhaustible, impossible for ordinary means to breach; even the teacher was at a loss.

Fu Kong Cheng is hailed as the greatest magical construct in history precisely because of its formidable protection.

The Ten-ring Spell powered by the Iola Core, whether for attack or defense, far surpasses the individual caster's Ten-ring Spell.

The two are not even on the same tier.

Even the teacher's unrivaled fireball power makes Augulevi Master wary, yet breaking the Nether Abyss Barrier remains out of reach.

Even if a deity's true form descended, Fu Kong Cheng would still have a fighting chance!

At this moment, the teacher's fireball made the Nether Abyss Barrier quake violently; it seemed effective, but was really like scratching an itch through a boot.

"One person's attack, even the teacher's, is clearly insufficient,"

Lei En shook his head silently.

He looked toward the forest beneath Fu Kong Cheng, where a clearing a kilometer across had been cleared, the once‑dense trees turned to powder.

In the middle of the clearing, two terrifying figures were locked in fierce combat.

The Ouroin Master, swollen to over three meters tall like a small giant, wielded a staff and a long sword, moving at a flash‑like speed, his form almost invisible to the eye.

A second earlier he was mid‑air, swinging a sword that sliced a hundred‑meter fissure through the void.

In the next instant he reappeared on the ground, the white‑wood staff's head striking the earth with a deafening boom, causing the ground within dozens of meters to collapse, shaking the land as if an earthquake.

Each strike of the Ouroin Master was beyond imagination in power.

His combat skill was exquisite to the peak, the immense power was entirely under his control, with not a trace wasted, delivering the maximum effect.

This left Lei En awestruck.

The Soul Eye could not pierce the Element of the Ouroin Master, but judging from the displayed might, the Ouroin Master's power was at least Level 18, possibly reaching Level 20! Because there was no concrete reference, after surpassing Level 15 each additional level multiplies the power several times, and Lei En could not make an exact calculation, yet it was already terrifying enough.

If he were to face the Ouroin Master, even with a Tier‑2 titanium‑gold body, he would not dare to meet the Ouroin Master's strike head‑on.

Yet the mighty Ouroin Master was completely at a disadvantage.

To be precise, the Ouroin Master was suppressed.

Death Lord Ersaz centered himself and opened a magical domain about a hundred meters in radius; the area was small, far inferior to Pramon's "Deep Cold Hell", yet the domain's potency and effect were far stronger than the Deep Cold Hell.

Within the domain, the space was filled with frost and death energy, wholly controlled by the Death Lord.

The Death Lord could teleport at will inside the domain, with no cooldown.

All movements within this range escaped his perception; each time the Ouroin Master flashed an attack, the Death Lord learned of it in advance, then calmly widened the distance, unleashed energy on the spot, and countered the Ouroin Master.

The energy burst seemed unremarkable, resembling a head‑sized ice sphere, its surface crystal clear, its core pitch black.

Once it detonated, it could shatter space and instantly refreeze it.

It left a black void, seeping lethal black water that spread outward in all directions, constantly expanding, devouring everything it touched.

The Ouroin Master was hit by the ice sphere several times; even a speck of ice shard caused his white robe to be corroded with holes, and the black water carried by the shards burned the skin, leaving deep, bone‑visible wounds that healed extremely slowly.

Lei En, seeing this, could not help but feel his heart race with fear.

Given the Ouroin Master's physique, even his self‑healing was that slow, underscoring the ice sphere's dreadful lethality.

This was at least the power of a Nine-ring Technique.

Lord of the Dead personally forged two Legend Grade pieces for the Death Lord; one was the Crown of Dominion, which had two effects: first, it could control unlimited numbers of massive undead creatures, making all death knights in the world submit.

The Crown of Dominion's other effect was this magical domain, called the Withering Death Domain.

Within the Withering Death Domain, the Death Lord was like a supreme ruler, standing on invincible ground, and moreover, he possessed an even more powerful Frost‑Rage Sword!

This legendary weapon wielded unmatched frost and death power, and every enemy it killed was turned into undead, its soul harvested and devoured into the blade, making the great sword ever stronger and augmenting its wielder's strength.

For a millennium, the Death Lord had slain an unknown number of people.

His sword devoured countless souls, amplifying its power to inconceivable levels; a single swing tore the void, simultaneously delivering three magical attacks comparable to a single‑target Nine-ring Technique: freeze, death corrosion, and a barrage of countless soul impacts.

The Ouroin Master's power was already great, yet he could not withstand the Death Lord's sword.

Each direct clash sent the Ouroin Master flying.

One of his three favored spells was a transparent spherical resistance field; as soon as it opened, the Death Lord's great sword sliced through it, causing three magical energy bursts that inflicted various injuries, coating him with frost and corrosion, and his mind suffered a terrifying shock.

Fortunately, the Ouroin Master's swordsmanship clearly surpassed the Death Lord's; each clash he pushed his power to the limit, and after being knocked back he promptly blocked the pursuing enemies.

His white‑wood staff intermittently glowed.

Even the lowest‑grade Light Brightness spell possessed incredible potency, capable of dispelling frost and death energy, or concentrating beams onto the Death Lord; each ray contained five effects—"Scorch", "Exorcise", "Blind", "Pierce" and "Resonate"—so the Death Lord could not stand against it and was forced to retreat many times.

Nevertheless, Lei En saw that the Ouroin Master's situation was quite dire.

In sheer raw strength, the Ouroin Master might be a shade ahead of the Death Lord, but the Death Lord possessed two custom‑made Legend Grade pieces whose potency rivaled divine artifacts.

Even his rune‑etched armor was Legend Grade.

The advantage of his weapons caused the Death Lord's power to surge, and the Ouroin Master could only rely on his combat skill, barely holding him off for a moment.

But this stalemate could not last long.

In at most a minute, the Death Lord would fully suppress the Ouroin Master, break the entanglement, and strike at the teacher attacking Fu Kong Cheng from the sky.

Thus, the teacher could no longer hope to breach Fu Kong Cheng.

As soon as that thought formed, a cold voice echoed from the sky.

"Teacher, to thank you for nurturing me for centuries, I present to you, the great Anxiwodasi, my most devout offering," the cold, resonant voice came from Fu Kong Cheng, and Lei En immediately recognized it as Korstted's voice.

On the battlefield, everyone turned to look at Fu Kong Cheng.

At the pyramid‑shaped summit of Fu Kong Cheng, the tip of the massive obelisk tower suddenly blazed with dazzling light, as if a sun had risen.

"Death Punishment!"

Many blood elves let out terrified cries.

Lei En's face twisted wildly: Ten-ring Spell Death Punishment!

Each Fu Kong Cheng, besides its powerful protective barrier, also possessed a terrifying attack.

Naxas's Fu Kong Cheng's attack was Death Punishment, an undead spell; the blackened scar that stretched from the forest to Yongge City, destroying everything in its path until the whole city was cleaved in half, was the effect of Death Punishment.

Under everyone's gaze, the intensely concentrated light on the spire burst forth, firing a dark‑green beam.

The beam's diameter exceeded twenty meters, like a torrent, striking straight at Anxiwodasi high in the sky.

(End of Chapter)