Chapter 763: Eternal Blazing Sun

The leap distance of Fu Kong Cheng is hard to measure in length; most of the time it directly traverses planes, even a single leap can pass through multiple planes. Moreover, Fu Kong Cheng is lined from inside to out with interference‑locking rune arrays, making it almost impossible to track.

Thus, several Saint Rank strongmen are at a loss.

After Naxas Fu Kong Cheng vanished, the battle did not end.

The massive Undead Army did not cease its assault because the Death Lord withdrew; they are elite of the Catastrophe Legion, with the Black Soul Knight Legion alone numbering over ten thousand, still launching repeated charges on Yongge City.

In the forest outside the city, undead are everywhere; spider demons, abominations, zombies, skeleton warriors, and corpse dogs form a vast army surging toward Yongge City's walls.

In the sky, gargoyles, wraiths and ghostly bats spread like a massive cloud; the blood elf dragon‑eagle rangers fight with all their might yet cannot finish them.

The only somewhat good thing is the situation inside Yongge City.

Extreme Warrior and the Gunwing Knight Corps have already cleared the undead that flew into the city, and the Blood Knight Corps have also eliminated the ground enemies.

At the breach in the city wall, before the Thundercast Celestial Soldier line, piles of undead corpses rise like mountains.

The barrel of the Bolt Gun has turned red.

Among the undead army are many legends; they repeatedly surged within the ranks, but were timely spotted by the Thundercast Celestial Soldiers, then three or four Bolt Guns focused fire and shattered them into fragments.

The blood elf Regent and the Grand Mage have returned beneath the wall; that Grand Mage consecutively released several large‑area spells, killing thousands of undead, his mana nearly exhausted. Regent Asqiong also kept swinging his sword, eliminating enemies at the fastest speed.

However, this is merely a drop in the bucket.

Each additional second lost means a few blood elves die, their bodies then transformed into undead.

The four Saint Rank strongmen besieging Fu Kong Cheng wore stern expressions, deeply realizing the undead army's terrifying numerical advantage; the longer the fight, the more die, and the undead advantage grows. This is after the Death Lord and Fu Kong Cheng withdrew, otherwise the blood elves would truly face extinction today.

Lei En made a mental leap forward and said, "Teacher, Elder Sorim, Lord Yuyan, please help them."

Anxiwodasi glanced at his student, feeling a bit strange.

He is the person who knows Lei En's strength best, perhaps none other. He knows Lei En's current power is no less than ordinary Saint Rank strongmen; even against a Holy Soul Wizard he has a fighting chance, and if Lei En also joins, there might be a chance to break Naxas's nether barrier.

But Lei En only watched the battle, killing a Revelation Knight and a large number of undead in the forest below.

Clearly, Lei En is not a coward.

His student must have some plan, otherwise he would not miss this opportunity.

But now is not the time to ask; Anxiwodasi nodded, stepped ahead of the other two strongmen, and said, "Leave it to me."

Flames flickered on his body, and he teleported to the high sky.

A flock of flying undead saw Anxiwodasi, screamed and swooped, but crashed into a massive fire ring he opened, a hundred‑meter‑diameter blaze that instantly reduced them to ash.

This is Anxiwodasi's constant Nine-ring Spell "Ring of Ashes," which does not conflict with his shield; a thought triggers it, and any enemy entering the ring is burned by high‑temperature flame, greatly amplifying fire spells.

Within the protection of the Ring of Ashes, Anxiwodasi can freely cast "Fire Jump," extremely safe, allowing him to cast spells at ease.

He raised the Akus Holy Staff; the Legend Grade staff's head resembles a blooming flower, four petals arching around a massive purple crystal larger than an adult's fist; six condensed rune rings circle the crystal, constantly rotating.

A massive influx of soul power poured into the staff, instantly drawing fire elements from heaven and earth.

The vast magical wave continued unabated.

The six runes of the Akus Holy Staff spun at high speed; the central crystal glowed red, and the tip condensed into a fireball.

As the casting progressed, countless soul power and fire elements poured into the fireball, yet it barely expanded, remaining about the size of a head; its color shifted from light red to deep red, then orange, then yellow, then quickly faded to pale yellow, then completely white, a hint of light blue, then blue‑white.

The fireball's color changed continuously for over a dozen seconds.

Finally, it stabilized at blue.

This blue‑glowing fireball emitted no heat; its strange color clashed with the surroundings, looking very odd, yet it seemed to possess a magic that drew every gaze into it.

A terrifying aura radiated from the fireball, causing those watching the casting to pale slightly; even from far away they felt great danger.

This is ultimate high temperature and destruction!

Ten-ring Spell!

Only casters above Thirty-level can master the Ten-ring Spell; Lei En was not surprised, but it was his first time seeing the teacher perform it.

"So it's the Eternal Blazing Sun!"

The ancient red dragon Yuyan let out a low growl, looked at the blue fireball, eyes full of envy and a hint of frenzy, exclaiming, "Eternal Blazing Sun, the most terrifying Ten-ring Spell known in the world, perhaps none other. I didn't expect Master Anxiwodasi not only mastered it but also reduced the casting time to under twenty seconds—truly worthy of Mo Du's leader."

Sorim, however, wore a solemn expression and sighed, "What a pity…"

Lei En understood Elder Titan's thought.

If the teacher could unleash Eternal Blazing Sun on Fu Kong Cheng, combined with his Sky Spear, they could surely break that nether barrier.

But that is too difficult.

After all, a Holy Soul Wizard is still human, not the infinitely powered Iola Core; the required casting time is too long, and the magical wave too great to conceal.

The battle of Saint Rank strongmen changes in an instant, making it almost impossible to secure twenty seconds.

The enemy will never give the teacher a chance to cast Eternal Blazing Sun.

Back then, on that nameless minor plane, the Holy Soul Wizards of the Supreme Council jointly besieged Augulevi Master's fallen Lich; the strongest spells released in that fight only reached Nine-ring, the Ten-ring Spell had no place.

Duke Hong Shi's True Illusion Annihilation power is far weaker than Eternal Blazing Sun; it completes in just over ten seconds, likewise lacking a combat opportunity.

In reality, among Saint Rank strongmen's battles, spells that cannot be instant‑cast are hard to use.

The overwhelming majority of Saint Rank casters employ spells below Eight-ring, mostly Seven-ring, some Eight-ring. The timing for Nine-ring spells is extremely strict, usually requiring Legend Grade magical items to assist.

A caster who can instant‑cast a Nine-ring spell can practically walk anywhere in the mortal realm.

Throughout history, no other caster like Augulevi Master, who can unleash a cascade of Nine-ring spells, has been found.

As Lei En's thoughts turned, Anxiwodasi's spell completed.

He raised the staff high, hoisting the blue fireball aloft; in an instant, brilliant light burst forth like a true sun rising.

Boom—

Intense sunlight shone, filling every inch within ten li, the clouds in the sky instantly dispersed. Any undead creature bathed in the light had its skin ignite with crimson flame, instantly spreading over its whole body.

Their souls were scorched, emitting cries of painful wailing.

Then the undead bodies burned to ash within seconds, turning into a wisp of black dust drifting with the wind.

Those legendary undead could endure a bit longer under the sunlight, but not much; soon they fell into the low‑rank undead's dust, vanishing.

In less than half a minute, the sky cleared again, and not a single flying wraith remained.

On the ground, the overwhelming majority of wraiths exposed to sunlight turned to ash, and only a few that hid under tree shade or behind buildings in the city escaped by luck, but they were few and could no longer pose much threat.

The blood elves who were just a second ago locked in bloody melee suddenly found there were no enemies.

They gazed at the sky, at the human figure holding up the sun, whose presence seemed like a deity descending to the mortal world, making it hard to look directly, and each pair of eyes filled with awe.

At the same time they were amazed by the wonder of this powerful spell.

They themselves were also under the sun yet suffered no harm, feeling only a summer‑like scorching heat. The forest, the vegetation, and even the buildings of Eternal Song City did not catch fire; everything remained unharmed, and the only ones damaged were the wraiths.

The scorching sun gradually receded, the dark clouds dispersed, and the temperature returned to normal.

Scattered skirmishes still occurred in Eternal Song City, but they soon subsided.

"Praise the goddess!"

"We won... we defeated the Disaster Legion, once again!"

Cheering erupted throughout Eternal Song City, but it did not last long; soon many blood elves whispered sobs, looking at their ruined homes with sorrowful faces.

In this battle, they lost too many of their kin.

Almost every blood elf had family and friends sacrificed, and even more tragic, the vast majority of the dead could not even be found; they had been turned into wraiths, turned to ash by the eternal scorching sun, and vanished with the wind.

"My people."

Regent Asqiongge's figure appeared on the city wall, his voice reaching every blood elf's ear as he proclaimed loudly, "Hold your heads high. Today we have lost parents, brothers and sisters, friends, even our children, but we need not mourn; they have entered the divine realm and bathe in the goddess's grace."

The blood elves' sorrow eased somewhat as they listened attentively to his speech.

Asqiongge's expression turned fierce, his tone suddenly rising, "Today, the Disaster Legion's actions against us merely add another grievance to the countless crimes they have committed over the past three thousand years, yet these despicable monsters cannot defeat us."

"Each time we have risen again, and this time is no exception."

"But that does not mean we will forget what happened today. Every blood debt the Disaster Legion owes us, every clan member they killed, we will remember forever."

"One day, the blood elves will take revenge, making the enemies and traitors pay blood for blood!"

"Glory belongs to the blood elves!"

Asqiongge's inspiring voice fell, and inside and outside the city, the sorrow on the faces of tens of thousands of blood elves was wiped clean.

Their expressions rose, and they shouted in unison, "Blood debt, blood repayment, glory belongs to the blood elves!"

When the shouts ceased,

Asqiongge ordered, "Go, comrades. Tend to the wounded, rebuild our homes; this is the most urgent matter now."

The blood elves immediately sprang into action.

The Regent walked on air at breakneck speed, and in an instant was before Lei En and the others. Anxiwodasi had also descended from the heights, attending to Ouroin Master's injuries. He had been wounded by the Death Lord's wraith self‑destructing, temporarily losing combat ability, but fortunately not seriously; a few days of rest will restore him.

"Esteemed gentlemen."

Asqiongge bowed respectfully; his left eye was blind, and he scanned the four Saint Rank strongmen and Lei En with his remaining right eye, his elven pride intact yet unable to hide a hint of surprise and unease.

A keen intuition told him that none of the five before him were easy to deal with.

Especially Anxiwodasi and that Titan Elder.

One is a world‑renowned Holy Soul Wizard, the other a legendary Titan demigod; both are not weaker than the Death Lord and nearly brought down Naxus Floating City.

Asqiongge, seeing Ouroin Master's wounds, was secretly alarmed.

He had teamed with Grand Mage Belowa to resist the Death Lord, but Belowa was slain by a single sword and he also lost an eye. Yet Ouroin Master fought the Death Lord one‑on‑one and emerged unscathed, testament to his great strength.

The caster clad in a flaming magical robe, at close range, led Asqiongge to instantly guess the opponent's true identity.

It turned out to be an ancient red dragon.

Four Saint Rank strongmen above Thirty-level are enough to destroy Eternal Song City.

Asqiongge dared not delay, bowing, "I am Regent of the blood elves, Asqiongge Morning Edge, grateful to all of you for rescuing Eternal Song City."

Anxiwodasi was about to speak when the Titan Elder opened his mouth.

"Lei En, I await you in Getan; I have something to tell you later," Sorin said, then with a booming crack turned into lightning and vanished into the horizon.

Yuyan said nothing and simply teleported away.

In an instant only Anxiwodasi, Ouroin Master, and Lei En remained. Ouroin Master focused on healing his wounds, having no desire to speak. Lei En's condition was also odd, silent, his thoughts unknown.

This made Asqiongge somewhat embarrassed.

"Regent, your words are heavy," Anxiwodasi said with solemn bearing, "Although Weizelan and the blood elves have not formally allied, we have an agreement; Weizelan will not stand by as the Disaster Legion destroys Eternal Song City."

Asqiongge showed gratitude, "Master Anxiwodasi's noble character is admirable."

Anxiwodasi smiled; he had heard such words many times.

"Just a pity..." Asqiongge shook his head regretfully, with concern, "We failed to bring down the Disaster Legion's floating city this time; they could strike again at any moment. Today the blood elves suffered heavy casualties, even Grand Mage Belowa fell, and Ladashir betrayed his people..."

Mentioning Ladashir, the Regent's one eye flashed with anger and hatred.

"If the Disaster Legion attacks again, the blood elves may not endure today's losses," Asqiongge said pointedly, "Therefore, I wish to formally forge an alliance with Weizelan; please, Master Anxiwodasi, consider this request seriously."

Anxiwodasi did not reply immediately, but looked at Lei En.

Lei En sensed the teacher's gaze, closed his phone screen, and asked back, "Regent, may I ask what form of alliance you propose?"

(End of chapter)