"Kid… are you even human?"
Zhu Meng stared at Zhou Haoyu—who remained eerily calm in the face of catastrophe—and finally surrendered inwardly.
"This Undead Monarch is only the beginning. No one knows what comes next. The only logical response is evacuation," Zhou Haoyu said again.
If he could save the millions of citizens of the ancient capital, he would be seen as its greatest benefactor. Even if Mu He's identity was exposed later, that reputation would shield the Mu Family from becoming public enemies.
As for assassinating Mu He?
He'd considered it—but it wasn't realistic. He didn't know Mu He's whereabouts and careless action could cause bigger trouble.
Besides, there was one advantage to letting Mu He's identity be exposed.
It would force the Mu Family to sever ties with the Mu Clan.
Only then could the Zhou Family openly bring the Mu Family into their fold.
"Evacuation it is…" Zhu Meng hesitated slightly—but chose to trust Zhou Haoyu.
If the wall fell, the outer city would become a living hell.
"I'll trust you this once."
Zhu Meng gave Zhou Haoyu a deep look and went upstairs—to contact Han Ji about the evacuation order.
Zhou Haoyu silently watched the pitch-black wilderness, hoping Han Ji would agree.
Four or five minutes later Zhu Meng returned, face grim.
Zhou Haoyu's heart sank. Did they refuse?
The undead army would arrive in half a day. Any delay now would be fatal.
"Undead are gathering at every gate. But Chairman Han Ji has agreed to begin evacuation," Zhu Meng finally said.
Zhou Haoyu let out a long breath. "Once the civilians are evacuated, we can fight without restraint."
"True. I'm planning to lead a strike team and kill that Phantom Tyrant first. Maybe we can crush the crisis at the very beginning."
Zhu Meng's eyes blazed with a fearless fighting spirit.
Zhou Haoyu secretly shook his head. Honestly, Zhu Meng belonged on the front lines as a military mage—not as a politician.
Very soon, Zhu Meng was coordinating with Commander Lu Xu, Chief Instructor Fei Jiao, and even Hunter King Du Xiao to begin a proactive strike team.
Some staff officers objected, but Zhu Meng—always a hothead—ignored them and insisted.
"It'll be a tough fight... Fighting alone could get dangerous. Want me to assign you to a squad?" Zhu Meng asked Zhou Haoyu.
His identity was special—not just Pang Lai's disciple but also captain of the current National Team. If something happened to him, it would be a tremendous loss for China.
"No need. I don't like taking orders. Besides… most people will only get in my way," Zhou Haoyu declined decisively.
Zhu Meng raised an eyebrow—this kid was insanely arrogant!
But I like it.
After a brief morale-boosting speech, Zhu Meng, Lu Xu, Fei Jiao and Hunter King Du Xiao led their strike team out of the northern gate.
They were all Super-Tier mages—and with Zhu Meng's thunder-fire supreme power, they were more than capable of tackling the Phantom Tyrant… even if it would cost them.
Numerous strike teams also set out around the city.
Zhou Haoyu followed behind one squad, but once far enough outside the gate—he veered off…
Riding his Flame Scorpion Tiger, he charged alone in a completely different direction.
In this wasteland littered with rotting corpses, the Flame Scorpion Tiger was like a bulldozer—ripping or burning through all Servant-level undead in its path.
"Whose Summoned Beast is that?! It's a monster!" a battalion commander blurted in amazement.
Everyone nearby was shocked. They had no idea there was a High-Tier Summoner among them.
Zhou Haoyu tore straight into undead ranks—four silver flying swords slashing around him. Each strike shattered multiple undead cores.
The simplest way to kill the undead—
Destroy their soul-cores.
Even if you smashed their heads... without destroying the core, they wouldn't die.
He did not go too deep, always keeping a safe distance from the Phantom Tyrant.
Although merely a lesser Monarch, with a full-force strike even Super-Tier mages would struggle to survive.
Even with defensive armaments, Zhou Haoyu wasn't eager to tank that.
After sprinting forward for a while, Zhou Haoyu directly summoned Jiang Feng.
The instant she appeared, a hundred meters around them lit up as though dawn had broken. The night's chill was swept away in a wave of scorching heat.
Jiang Feng wielded her Tribulation Flames with effortless mastery—one sweep of the arm summoned torrents of fire from the air above, turning the undead army below into a blazing inferno.
Up ahead, Zhu Meng's party caught sight of the spectacle and all slowed subconsciously.
"Du Xiao, besides you—is there another Super-Tier Summoner stationed in this city?" asked Chief Instructor Fei Jiao, astonished.
The Hunter King, Du Xiao, shook his head. He had no idea there was another Summoner of this calibre in the capital.
But judging by that flame female's rank, the summoner controlling her was likely even stronger than him…
"Forget that—focus on killing the Phantom Tyrant first!" Zhu Meng roared.
Du Xiao, Fei Jiao, and Lu Xu nodded sharply. Among them, Zhu Meng was clearly the core of this operation.
After all, as a dual Thunder-Fire mage with two Transcendental powers, Zhu Meng's output was at the upper-middle tier even among Super Mages.
On Zhou Haoyu's side, Jiang Feng rampaged like a Flame Goddess among the undead army, while Zhou Haoyu worked calmly behind her—scooping up essence orbs and fragments like crazy.
"With what she's collected so far, I've already gathered thirty-three Servant-class essences—just nine more and I can unlock Thunderbolt – Level 4."
Jiang Feng had already burned through over a thousand undead, including three Commander-level!
Beyond the servant essences he had also gotten four Warrior-level essences and three Commander-level fragments.
Seeing the undead thinning out ahead, Zhou Haoyu called,
"Jiang Feng, go assist them with the Phantom Tyrant."
Without help, Zhu Meng's squad would certainly pay a bloody price to kill it—but with Jiang Feng added in, they should settle it safely.
Zhou Haoyu didn't rest—he continued harvesting the remaining undead, determined to collect all forty-two essences before returning to the city.
He had already strengthened seven stars, forty-two more and he could unleash Thunderbolt: Level 4.
Behind him, the trailing mage teams—hunters, soldiers, student mages—
…all stared dumbly at Zhou Haoyu's back.
Was there really any need for them to have come out here at all…?
He had already done everything.
What were they even here for?
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