Full-Time Magister: The Evil Emperor Descends

"This...what kind of power is this?!"

When Zhu Meng and Han Ji, along with other high-ranking officials, saw the giant sword from afar, they immediately sensed its powerful and terrifying magical aura.

They were all high-level mages, but when they saw this scene, they felt as if the giant sword was cast by a forbidden spell mage, containing extreme destructive power!

Ye Chang stared blankly at Mo Xie, who looked like a demon descending from heaven, her heart pounding faster as she pondered her inner turmoil.

When Jiuyou saw Moxie's strongest move, a look of seriousness flashed in her beautiful eyes. She glanced at the humans who were stunned and said in a flippant tone.

"Alright, it seems I need to go over there. You should be glad I didn't attack you, otherwise, given your current state, it would have been as easy as lifting a finger."

As soon as she finished speaking, her graceful body vanished from the spot, flapping her blood-red wings and flying towards the other seven deceased rulers.

At the same time, the blood-red light screen disappeared, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. However, they were unable to help now, as the battle that followed was no longer something they could participate in.

Sensing the powerful aura permeating the air, the expressions of the deceased rulers became slightly solemn, able to guess just how terrifying this giant sword, combining three elements, was.

"Alright, now is not the time to argue. Instead of picking one of us to take the hit, let's fight together so we can avoid being hurt and can get out safely."

Upon hearing the Red Skull Demon Lord's suggestion, the other undead lords all nodded in agreement. Facing an attack of this magnitude, an undead lord would certainly be injured if he tried to withstand it, and it would be best if he could avoid injury.

Moreover, although everyone may mock him, as the strategist of the undead army, the Red Skull Demon Lord's orders are generally obeyed.

Seeing that the magic was almost ready, Mo Xie no longer concealed his emotions, and an extremely arrogant smile instantly appeared on his face, his eyes filled with madness.

"Prepare to face the devil's judgment!!!"

In an instant, he grasped the hilt of the holy sword in mid-air, and the three soul shadows behind him also made a grabbing motion, slamming the giant sword filled with destructive power down from the air.

The next second, a series of whistling sounds echoed from the sky. Purple-black, ice-white, and blood-red lights seemed to cleave the dim sky in two. Layers of visible pressure fell with the blade, their target being the Eight Directions King of Death!

"Quickly release the death energy defense!"

Seeing the sharp holy sword swiftly slashing towards them, the Red Skull Demon Lord roared and immediately released a dense black death aura, as did the other undead kings.

For them, their death energy is similar to human magic energy, which can neutralize incoming magic and ensure their invincibility.

In an instant, the Holy Sword's immense magic collided with the dense death aura of the undead, instantly unleashing a series of terrifying explosions. The residual force alone was enough to intimidate any living being.

Three dazzling magic spells intertwined, fiercely battling against the thick black smoke, instantly illuminating the entire ancient city that had been plunged into darkness!

"Get back here right now!!!"

Mo Xie gripped the hilt of the massive holy sword, concentrating all his power and magical energy into it, and roared as he slashed at the eight dead kings before him.

Sensing the terrifying power approaching them, each of the eight fallen emperors felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy. It was not only the pressure from the emperors themselves, but also the fact that they had not expected the holy sword to be so terrifying.

The magic and death energy clashed, gradually moving towards the distant Abyss of Fiends, clearly unwilling to continue enduring the Holy Sword's damage.

But to outsiders, it seemed as if the Eight Directions Kings had been forced to retreat by Mo Xie's power, which truly rekindled hope and gave a glimmer of light to those who were facing death in the inner city.

"The Eight-Directional Demise King has actually fallen into a disadvantageous position. Could it be that we have a chance?!"

"That's...that's great! We can still survive, and we won't be eaten by the undead!"

"Come on, you must win... Please, defeat the Eight-Sided Destroyer!" In an instant, cheers and shouts of encouragement rose up in the inner city, as if to pass on the light in their hearts to the savior in this way.

Hearing the shouts coming from the inner city, even Zhu Meng and Han Ji, whose hearts had been dead, were now burning with excitement. Their faces showed a mixture of joy and tension, hoping that Mo Xie could turn the tide and save the collapsing building.

Ye Chang also clasped her hands together in front of her chest, gently closed her beautiful eyes, and silently prayed in her heart.

However, just when everyone placed their last hope on the suddenly appearing demon, the previously silent Abyss of Sha suddenly shook.

The space around this hellish furnace seemed to distort slightly, and in the next second it vanished from its original spot, instantly teleporting to a spot not far behind the Eight Directions King of Death.

In an instant, the Abyss of Fiends seemed to transform into a massive black hole, unleashing a powerful suction force that relentlessly pulled in everything in front of it.

Houses and high-rises were destroyed, and streets and streetlights rose from the ground, turning into fragments that were sucked into the vortex. However, Sha Yuan's true target was Mo Xie and the Eight Directions Kings ahead!
Upon feeling the powerful suction force, Mo Xie raised an eyebrow slightly, but still did not reduce the strength in his hand, gripping the holy sword to dispel the death aura in front of him.

"No, if this continues, Mo Xie will be sucked into the Abyss alive!"

Upon seeing this, Zhu Meng's face instantly darkened. If things continued like this, Mo Xie would be in serious trouble.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's hurry over and see if we can help!"

After saying that, Han Ji flapped his three pairs of wind wings and rushed out, with Zhu Meng flapping his fire wings and following closely behind, as did the others.

Those who were not resolute had already left with Chu Jia; those present were all willing to die, no longer caring about life or death for the greater good.

However, things seemed to have gone against everyone's expectations. Mo Xie seemed to have the advantage, but the Eight Directions King of Death seemed to be constantly pulling him into the Abyss of Evil.

No one knew whether the spirits that fell into the Abyss of Evil would die. Everyone's first thought was that the Eight Directions King of Death actually wanted to sacrifice himself to drag Mo Xie in.

Many people think that exchanging one person for eight monarch-level demons would be a great deal, but they have a very long-term vision. As long as he grows normally, Mo Xie will definitely become a pillar of China for the next fifty or even one hundred years. How can he be measured by eight monarch-level undead?
Judging from his current combat prowess, if this young man continues to grow safely, what monarch-level demon wouldn't he be able to slay in the future?

Besides, Mo Xie is Hua Zhanhong's grand-disciple. If he really dies in the ancient capital, they can forget about having a good life in the future!

"No...no...Xiao Xie..."

Ye Chang looked flustered, muttering to herself. She was using the Wind Wings on her back to their fullest extent, and was about to become a blur.

However, even though she was moving very fast, she couldn't stop anything and could only watch helplessly as Sha Yuan pulled Mo Xie in.

When Mo Xie's dazzling radiance was completely enveloped by the death aura of Sha Yuan, the radiance in her heart also dimmed, the light in her beautiful eyes vanished for a moment, and she stood there in a daze.

"It's over... it's over..."

Zhu Meng and Han Ji rushed over, and upon seeing this scene, a look of despair appeared on their faces.

Mo Xie was dragged into the Abyss of Evil, which was like hell. In the past, almost no one who fell into the Abyss of Evil came out alive, and this time would probably be no exception.

After a moment of silence, Han Ji sighed and said in a heavy tone.

"Sigh, let's go back and make some plans..."

As the president of the Magic Association, he should be more spirited at a time like this and not wallow in grief. (End of Chapter)