1399 s.p.a.ce Crus.h.i.+ng, the Stare of Will

Edited by Aelryinth

Ten kilometers to the north of Northguard Fortress, thousands of the Yoked were already fleeing for their lives in terror. These slaves did not possess any outstanding will. They would scatter as soon as they sensed an overwhelming enemy presence.

The Underworld Monarch Frog’s eyes bulged from their sockets. The demon flames burning its back were causing it great pain. Even with the Underworld Runes that it had summoned to protect its st.u.r.dy flesh, the flames still burned a huge hole in its back. It began to jump away, trying to escape from the flames, despite its difficulty moving.

Unfortunately, the flames had erupted right on the Underworld Monarch Frog’s back. There was no chance it could get rid of them. It could only roll across the ground in pain, crus.h.i.+ng countless creatures of the Underworld to death!

“HAHAHA! What a surprise; there are two traitors during my ceremony, and they are together now!” The Cold Prince stared at Mo Fan and burst out laughing like a madman, not sure if he was laughing after learning that his ceremony had failed, or laughing at Mo Fan for courting his death!

The Cold Prince could not find a way to vent his anger after witnessing Unas’ death. He could only direct his hatred at the defenders. He wanted to see the people of the North Valley trampled to death by the army of undead!

“Master, you won’t have to worry about a mere pest. Leave him to me!” Orange Ghost knew it was his chance to ingratiate himself. He signaled the Blue Deacons standing behind Mo Fan.

The Blue Deacons were only a few steps away from Mo Fan.

As a matter of fact, they were scared that the Cold Prince would just kill all of them to vent his anger. It was definitely something that the Cold Prince would do, yet to their surprise, there was another traitor among them! The Cold Prince now had a target to vent his anger on, and it also gave them a chance to show their value!

The Cold Prince stared at Mo Fan. He could not care less about Orange Ghost and the Blue Deacons’ intentions.

Orange Ghost jumped down from the Underworld Monarch Frog. The creature’s wild movements did not influence his.

Orange Ghost was obviously a Poison Mage, the kind that used his own body to cultivate the Poison Element. As he approached Mo Fan, his body began to transform into a disgusting form. Poisonous tumors grew like muscles out of his skin, making him look like a mutated beast!

Orange Ghost landed on the ground on all fours. He seemed to have learned the moves of some poisonous beasts, too, and was as quick as lightning. He arrived in front of Mo Fan in the blink of an eye.

“You thought you were so brave infiltrating us. You thought you could stop us, and even if you failed, you could just die knowing you have tried your best… but little did you know, death is the most merciful punishment you could get!” Orange Ghost was one of the leaders under the Cold Prince. His voice was hoa.r.s.e and unpleasant.

Mo Fan did not move. He was not paying much attention to Orange Ghost. He had seen the tormented spirits withdrawing from the wall, showing that the Cold Prince was aware of the precarious situation he was in…

He could tell that the tormented spirits were the Cold Prince’s trump card, the source of his strength!

Lingling had obviously made a mistake while she was a.n.a.lyzing the Cold Prince’s style. The guy was clearly not someone who had outstanding intelligence but limited strength. He was definitely not weak, especially after Mo Fan had sensed a formidable power, similar to the evil energy that the Essence Orb had acc.u.mulated before… a power that could give birth to a Red Demon!

“How bold of you! Master Orange Ghost is reciting a eulogy for you!” a Blue Deacon called Grief yelled furiously. The Blue Deacons slowly surrounded Mo Fan at Orange Ghost’s command.

The demon flames surging from Mo Fan’s body had surged two kilometers away, but Orange Ghost, Grief, and the other Blue Deacons were completely unaware of it.

When the difference in strength reached a certain level, the weaker side would struggle to sense their opponent’s power, until it was too late!

“I’ll pluck your tongue out first!” Orange Ghost was humiliated when Mo Fan ignored him. He attacked with his poisonous tumors, roaring furiously.

Jagged spikes erupted from the poisonous tumors. It looked like hundreds of monsters with poisonous fangs were tearing at Mo Fan at the same time. The Blue Deacons backed away slightly, afraid of being hit by the poisonous attack.

Orange Ghost was obviously nursing a great grievance. He was trying to vent all his frustrations on this disrespectful enemy!

The poisonous fangs surrounded Mo Fan and trapped him, as if he were in a cage surrounded by starving beasts. The fangs had completely sealed off his escape.

“Die!” Orange Ghost’s face suddenly appeared among the poisonous fangs, grinning hideously.

Mo Fan lifted his gaze with a cold smile, like he was watching a clown putting on an amusing performance. His face was still full of scars. As the demon blood inside him awakened, several stunning Demon Runes appeared on his face , spreading from his eyes to the back of his ears, and from his forehead to his chin. His blood-red eyes, surrounded by the Demon Runes, glittered with a dangerous aura!

Telekinesis!

With a thought, the s.p.a.ce surrounding Mo Fan began to tremble!

The s.p.a.ce broke into pieces, like a mirror shattered by a powerful blow. The poisonous fangs shattered and turned into blue powder.

The poisonous fangs were surging at their target just a second ago, but everything suddenly returned to calm in the following second. Not a single sign of the fangs was left, apart from Orange Ghost’s tumor-covered face, now filled with disbelief and fear!

Orange Ghost’s muscle-tumor-covered body broke into pieces, too. His head floated in the air before Mo Fan for a second, then fell to the ground like a rotten coconut.

Every member of the Black Vatican would have the same thought when their death approached: did the Kingdom of Death that their Red Cardinals told them about really exist?

If the Kingdom of Death was real, they would be reborn there as a n.o.ble to enjoy eternal life, while others would become their slaves.

If it did not exist, they would simply vanish from the world, just like everyone else, or they would just turn into a vengeful spirit. Either way would be a painful and discontented ending!

However, the question did not cross Orange Ghost’s mind when his head fell to the ground. He was only confused about why he had died so easily; he was confused about how such an insignificant kid could kill him so easily, and it was done with just a single stare in a second. How weak was he, that his opponent did not even bother to use a proper move on him!?

“Aren’t you proud of your work? Why don’t you experience it first hand!?” Mo Fan glanced at the Blue Deacons, who were struggling to stand properly in the face of the terror billowing in their hearts.

Mo Fan went up to the Blue Deacons and lifted them up like they were little chicks.

It was a very simple move, yet the Blue Deacons could not resist. They could only watch Mo Fan toss them into the ocean of undead.

To make sure these Blue Deacons would be torn into pieces and fully experience the savagery of the army from the Underworld, Mo Fan purposely tossed them in different directions, where there were enough undead to give them the best experience possible!

Their cries of agony soon arose. Mo Fan was pleased by their painful screams. No wonder some maniacs enjoyed hearing their victims cry. The louder they cried, the more excited they would feel… Mo Fan was not a psychopath; he was only cruel to the vicious ones, but he enjoyed hearing the agonzied cries coming from their mouths!

The remains of the Blue Deacons scattered about messily. Mo Fan even tossed the Blue Deacon called Grief to Scorpion Lord Medusa!

Scorpion Lord Medusa was initially wary of Mo Fan’s presence, yet to her surprise, the guy was friendly enough to toss her an Advanced Mage!

The other creatures did not dare to compete with Scorpion Lord Medusa for the human. The serpents on her head tied around their prey. Scorpion Lord Medusa was not interested, but the snakes on her head were willing to accept the human as a gift.

They lunged forward, trying to be the first to taste the fresh human meat. Unfortunately, the human was just too small for all of them to enjoy. Scorpion Lord Medusa’s serpents were hoping Mo Fan would toss more fresh humans to them!

Mo Fan had tossed all the Blue Deacons at the Underworld creatures. They clearly did not have any individual resistance to the undead, and were rapidly devoured. The undead could not care less if they were the people who had opened the gate and brought them into the mundane world.

These Blue Deacons were initially waiting to witness the undead army ma.s.sacring the people of the North Valley. They did not expect to end up as victims, too! Not many of the Blue Deacons really looked forward to enjoying their prestige in the Kingdom of Death while they were overwhelmed by fear of death!

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The Cold Prince did not seem bothered by Mo Fan’s actions.

All his other subordinates were less valuable than a single Unas, and her death had already given him the urge to kill every single being he stumbled into, apart from himself! Mo Fan actually did him a favor by killing the Blue Deacons, so he was not angry. He was laughing instead, wild and twisted.

“Is it going to make any difference?” the Cold Prince grinned coldly.

The Great Pyramid of Giza had appeared. The army of the Underworld had begun marching. The Great Wall could only buy the people some time. Mo Fan could only vent his frustrations by killing them. It would not alter the North Valley’s fate!

Was escaping to Feihuang City really enough to stop the army of undead?

“I’m going to send every one of you to h.e.l.l!” Mo Fan recited the same sentence that he had murmured over and over again in his heart!

“You will lose horribly, even if you kill me. Such a pitiful Eastern race, to die like some petty livestock… the funny thing is, you can’t even kill me!” the Cold Prince raised his pitch like the screech of a haunted infant. “You can’t kill me, you’ll never kill me!”