Versatile Mage: Lord of Space

The crisis was successfully averted, and the crowd, who had been gathered together and still shaken, suddenly erupted in enthusiastic cheers!

Whether they were those who miraculously survived the brink of death or survivors who had teetered on the edge of hell, they all endured immense torment, from initial fear to despair, and finally to their miraculous survival. Now, the dawn of victory has made it impossible for them to suppress their joy any longer, and their emotions are released like a burst dam.

One of them tortured the fleshy corpse so badly that he almost killed it on the spot.

The other person killed the weakened commander-level undead with a single punch, instantly freeing everyone from the danger!

"What...what are you all standing there for? Run for your lives!" The short man finally reacted and shouted loudly. He himself had just recovered from the shock of the swiftly killed Corpse King.

The mages present were even more incredulous. Mo Fan was young and promising, with extremely formidable strength, but Lin Lan, the true leader of the team, was far stronger than Mo Fan; they were practically not even in the same league.

"Zuo Feng, I feel like the two of us Imperial Guard mages came along just to be bystanders," one of the Imperial Guard mages said with a slight sigh, swallowing hard.

“Then let’s go deal with the other undead…” Zuo Feng paused for a moment, then said this.

The corpse of the Flesh Mound Corpse lay strewn across the street, its massive body completely mangled, the entire undead resembling a car after an explosion, charred black. Its body parts were scattered, impossible to piece back together.

"A spirit essence!" Mo Fan was startled. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen a commander-level spirit essence, and judging from Lin Lan's expression, she seemed to be focused on other things and hadn't yet noticed this spirit essence...

Hey hey hey.

Just now, with Little Flame Princess possessing him, the power of the Meteor Fist was already extremely domineering. Mo Fan himself had also cultivated the fifth level of the Fiery Fist, and the 2.5 times fire-type power amplification brought by the Rose Flame made this Fiery Fist Flame Dragon even more ferocious and violent.

With Little Flame Princess possessing him and combining her level 5 Fierce Fist, the resulting Meteor Fist Flame Dragon was incredibly powerful, something even a commander-level creature could hardly withstand, let alone the Flesh Mound Corpse Minister who was already in a weakened state.

It is certain that the power of this Meteor Spring Flame Dragon is even greater than that of high-level magic!

It is said that Lin Lan is invincible among high-level mages, but now Mo Fan, with his level five Fierce Fist, is also capable of securing a place among high-level mages.

Mo Fan not only mastered his divine skill but also unexpectedly received a Commander-level essence as a reward, making him extremely happy. With Lin Lan's strength, he could easily kill such a Commander-level creature, and in this land ravaged by undead, undead were the last thing he needed!
The little loach didn't hesitate at all and immediately absorbed the commander-level essence of the fleshy corpse minister.

Meanwhile, Lin Lan had already discovered the remaining few fleshy mound corpses.

"I'll leave the rest of the undead here to you, Mo Fan. I'll go take care of a few more fleshy mound corpses," Lin Lan said.

Lin Lan was like a reclusive sage, or the most outstanding scion carefully cultivated by a powerful family; his every move was swift and decisive, resolving all problems in an instant. Now, he was about to continue dealing with those undead who were considered incredibly powerful by other mages, as if he were embarking on a solitary path of leveling up.

Of course, Lin Lan rarely displays many of his magical abilities in public, preferring to fight alone to fully utilize his strength. All six of Lin Lan's magical elements are incredibly powerful; any one of them would be considered top-tier among the younger generation of mages.

"No problem, no problem. I'll go find the monkey after I safely escort these seven hundred people away," Mo Fan nodded hurriedly. Those little skeletons were truly pitiful; one second they were charging into battle alongside their king, and the next they were leaderless. The high-level magic of the Guardian Mages blasted hordes of skeletons to pieces, leaving the streets littered with shards of skull fragments.

It was precisely because the corpse ministers and generals were no longer interfering that the mages were able to unleash their magic freely. The entire street was enveloped in various magical lights, and the roar of the magic made the street tremble.

"Zuo Feng, who was that lightning mage just now? How did he suddenly disappear?" A square-faced guard mage asked after casually using Rock Demon's Eye to kill a skeleton.

"I'm not sure either. She looks like a student, and she's probably with that fire mage," Zuo Feng replied.

"I never expected that a student would kill such a powerful fleshy corpse minister. Otherwise, we would have been in deep trouble. If I remember correctly, the direction he left just now seemed to be towards another fleshy corpse minister, right?" said the square-faced guard mage.

"Another flesh-covered corpse minister? With his strength, dealing with one shouldn't be a problem for him," Zuo Feng said.

……

Dark clouds loomed overhead, seemingly threatening to crush the ancient capital's remains.

The spirits of the dead, unwilling to leave, crawling out of the tombs, graveyards, and mausoleums, have covered the once majestic city in front of it, like a fragile dam, its weak body unable to withstand the tide of the dead.

Looking out from the inner city wall, the area within a radius of more than ten kilometers of this ancient capital was completely submerged by a black ocean.

The undead eventually entered the city, surging in from all directions. What was most terrifying was not the undead's ability to devour, but the endless tidal wave of undead that stretched for kilometers, beyond the fierce spirits at the forefront.

The outer city walls were completely destroyed, and the tall city towers looked like they were made of clay, not to mention the houses on the streets.

"Clans, tribes, kingdoms, kingdoms of the dead." A murmured chant echoed from the watchtower of the towering clock tower.

Could this ancient capital, which has stood for thousands of years, simply vanish from history on this rainy night?
"Has the ruler of this undead kingdom, who can command so many undead, awakened?" Zhu Meng asked, his face pale.

"That depends on which era's undead ruler it is. Hopefully, it's not him." Han Ji, the president of the Clock Tower Magic Association, sighed.

"What are you talking about, President..." Lu Xu asked, frowning.

"Something that's the same age as this city." Han Ji really didn't want to reveal it; he simply didn't want to believe it.

The Ancient King, the progenitor of earth magic, and the creator of the Land of the Dead, could be said to be a demon without a past. However, around 2000 years ago, the resurrected dead spread like a plague, initially wandering in tombs and mausoleums before now roaming the earth with grandeur. (End of Chapter)