Chapter 79. Fierce Battle in the Land of the Dead
Although Mo Fan stayed in the ancient capital to earn money, he did not want to guard the city walls.
The city walls were bustling with people, a chaotic mix of all sorts. In such a disorderly situation, it was easy for someone to take advantage of the confusion and deliver a fatal blow.
After all, only by killing the monster himself could he obtain the corresponding benefits, and Mo Fan didn't want to do the work for someone else.
Moreover, he didn't want to reveal too much about his own situation to others.
So, as night quietly fell, Mo Fan resolutely left the city wall and went directly outside the city.
Of course, he didn't come recklessly without any preparation; he brought along the gray garlic to prevent the undead from rushing at him as soon as they appeared.
Now that he is a high-level mage, although he is very powerful, he must not be careless in the slightest in this dangerous place outside the city.
If you accidentally mess things up and lose your life, you'll truly regret it.
"Ugh..."
"Ughh...
As night fell completely like a heavy curtain, the ground began to loosen like the surface of a disturbed lake.
Meanwhile, deep underground, the undead, bound by curses and darkness, began to emerge from their tombs in an endless stream.
Mo Fan calmly chewed on the gray garlic. The pungent smell formed an invisible protective shield around him, making it impossible for the undead to detect him. With a living person like him infiltrating, he didn't need to worry about any danger for the time being.
But soon, the surrounding scene became terrifying.
Large numbers of rotting corpses, like puppets driven by evil forces, hung their heads, emitting a nauseating stench. Hundreds had gathered just near Mo Fan!
Clearly, his luck was terrible; he stepped right into a large lair of the undead!
Mo Fan's gaze sharpened, showing no fear whatsoever.
He took a deep breath, and the star map flashed by.
"Ghost Wind - Wind Disc - Tornado!"
As the star map dissipated, a fierce wind suddenly rose around him, like a giant wind dragon that had been enraged.
Wind blades danced in the air, cutting through the surrounding darkness.
Before the rotting corpses could react, they were swept up by the sudden gust of wind.
The gale, like a merciless giant hand, tightly coiled together large swaths of rotting corpses, forming a terrifying vortex of decaying flesh and bones.
"Rose Flame - Fierce Fist - Nine Palaces!"
Almost simultaneously, the fire star map flashed past behind Mo Fan, and the vivid, crimson flames, like unleashed hellfire, instantly boiled over.
Mo Fan slammed his fist into the ground, and powerful magic erupted from his fist like a volcanic eruption.
The ground shattered instantly under the impact of this force!
"Bang bang bang!!!"
"Bang bang bang!!!"
The nine-palace-shaped pillars of fire erupted like volcanoes, bursting forth with a deafening roar.
The flames, like the tongues of an angry snake, spewed out wildly, and the waves of fire, like a roaring beast, danced wildly in the air.
This attack was incredibly powerful, instantly turning more than forty rotting corpses into charcoal.
However, the unhit corpses were driven even more insane by this powerful magic.
They bared their teeth and claws, letting out terrifying roars from their throats, and pounced on Mo Fan without regard for anything else.
"Thousand-Pound Thunder-Yaksha!"
Mo Fan reacted like lightning; he drew another star map, and a thunderous light flashed in his hand.
The light, like a sharp blade, pierced through the horde of corpses, and wherever it touched, the corpses fell like straws being cut.
The remaining undead that had gathered together were completely wiped out by this fatal blow.
"Wind Track - Flash Step!"
Mo Fan's figure flashed, and with a "whoosh!" sound, he instantly left the spot like a ghost.
The rotting corpses that rushed towards them missed their target, their empty eye sockets seemingly reflecting confusion.
At this point, the number of remaining rotting corpses was no longer worth Mo Fan using a mid-level third-tier spell.
After all, this long night has only just begun, and he must allocate his magic power wisely.
It is worth mentioning that as his cultivation level improved to a higher level, Mo Fan's control over magic was also greatly enhanced.
He can now use some of his basic skills almost effortlessly. Although undead creatures are tough and difficult to kill, with two basic skills working in perfect coordination, they can still be wiped out instantly.
When the number of undead reached about ten, he directly destroyed them with the power of the third level of the initial stage.
When the quantity becomes larger, intermediate-level magic must be used.
As the battle continued, more and more undead corpses surrounded Mo Fan, and the stench of blood filled the air.
The undead, drawn by the bloodshed, surged forth like a tide.
Mo Fan realized that he might not be able to cope on his own.
His eyes flashed, and he began chanting a summoning incantation. A mysterious light flashed, and the tall, imposing figure of the Silver Moon Wolf appeared on the battlefield.
Its silver fur gleamed coldly in the moonlight, and its sharp fangs and claws sent chills down one's spine.
As soon as the Silver Moon Wolf appeared, it was like a vicious wolf charging into a flock of sheep, tearing and pouncing wildly at the undead.
Although Mo Fan possessed multiple magic systems, his curse and mind magic were almost useless against these undead creatures.
In this situation, even though he still has four available magic systems, he must carefully conserve his mana for combat.
Every spell cast must ensure the elimination of the most undead, and every bit of magical energy consumed must yield the greatest results.
The battle continued. Mo Fan and Silver Moon Wolf fought side by side in this sea of the dead. Their figures appeared tiny in the moonlight, but their fighting power was exceptionally astonishing.
Before they knew it, more than three hundred corpses had been killed by Mo Fan and Silver Moon Wolf.
The ground was littered with severed limbs, and the air was thick with the stench of blood, making one want to vomit.
Mo Fan's body was splattered with the filthy blood of rotting corpses, and the silver fur of the Silver Moon Wolf was also stained dark red, but they only suffered some minor injuries. To them, these injuries were nothing more than medals of war, and did not affect their determination to continue fighting in the slightest.
"Ugh!!!"
Just as Mo Fan and Silver Moon Wolf were ruthlessly reaping the lives of the undead, a roar like muffled thunder suddenly came from the depths of darkness.
The voice seemed to carry endless resentment and evil, sending chills down one's spine.
Suddenly, a massive, red, blood-red corpse charged forward!
It's like a moving hill; every step it takes on the ground makes the earth tremble.
Its hideous face was covered in rotting muscles that writhed and its two eyes flashed with an eerie red light, like two burning will-o'-the-wisps.
The blood corpse exuded a strong aura of death, an aura that seemed to penetrate one's soul, sending chills down one's spine.
Its target is clearly Mo Fan.
It was Mo Fan's constant killing that created the intense smell of blood, which "awakened" it.
The instinct of the undead is to kill all living things, even those of warrior-level undead.