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Chapter 146 The Boundless Scenery in the Night: Chinese Undead vs. Egyptian Undead
As night fell, Wang Feng's figure quietly blended into the darkness, silently infiltrating the Parthenon's encampment.

Before long, he led Ye Xinxia away from the heavily guarded area and stealthily made his way to the top of the tallest building in Puxini City.

A cold wind swept by, and the view from the rooftop was unobstructed.

Wang Feng gently embraced Ye Xinxia, ​​gazing at the dark red glow projected by the phantom of the Habo Pyramid. That eerie light enveloped the entire city, reflecting the surging tide of the dead outside the city.

"Brother Wang Feng, isn't this a bit inappropriate? Someone might see us," Ye Xinxia said, her ears burning and her voice barely audible.

Wang Feng chuckled softly, his fingertips caressing his fair lips.

"Don't worry, no one will find us."

He had already set up a chaotic magic array around them, concealing their figures in the darkness.

Even if someone comes here, they won't be able to detect them unless they get within three meters of them.

Ye Xinxia's eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes reflecting the distant twilight: "Really?"

"Of course... or rather," he paused deliberately, his breath brushing against her flushed neck, "you're actually hoping... to be discovered?"

"Brother Wang Feng, you...you're always like this."

Ye Xinxia gripped Wang Feng's arm, which was resting on her lower abdomen, her eyelashes trembling and drooping. Her voice trailed off, "You're bullying me."

The crimson glow of the underworld cast shimmering shadows on her cheeks. Wang Feng chuckled and tightened his arms around her, pulling her closer. "Shall we get our revenge?"

Ye Xinxia buried her burning face in her chest, her muffled voice carrying an unconscious hint of coquettishness: "...That's too much."

Wang Feng chuckled softly, his thin lips almost touching her burning earlobe: "You still owe me what you promised last time."

Ye Xinxia's body trembled, and after a long while, she managed to squeeze out a barely audible sound from her throat:

".Um."

Then her actions and expressions were exactly the same as Ye Chang's!
Truly worthy of being
(5,000 words omitted)

……

Two hours later.

As the night deepened, Wang Feng gently cleaned away the remaining traces on Ye Xinxia's fair skin, his fingertips shimmering with a shimmering blue light.

Xinxia leaned wearily against him, her eyelashes still wet with tears.

Wang Feng carefully tidied Ye Xinxia's clothes before carrying her back quietly to the Parthenon Temple residence.

"That Kuren," he whispered as they parted, "change him when you get back." His tone was calm, but it carried an undeniable authority.

Ye Xinxia nodded obediently, her hair still carrying the faint fragrance of their earlier intimacy.

Since Brother Wang Feng doesn't like it, then let's change it.

Wang Feng leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, then his figure blurred and disappeared into the night.

……

Wang Feng's figure appeared like a ghost at the edge of the battlefield.

On the battlefield in the dead of night, the sounds of fighting and the howls of the dead intertwined.

He coldly surveyed the battlefield, noticing the significant differences between the Egyptian and Chinese undead.

The former can only move under the dark red glow of the underworld, while the latter is limited by the darkness of night.

Only a very few exceptional beings can break this limitation.

The phantom of the Habo Pyramid hangs high in the sky, its shimmering light like a blood-red curtain shrouding the earth.

The city of Psini is situated on the very edge of this eerie glow, and the Egyptian undead regard this city as heretics invading their territory, launching a frenzied attack.

Wang Feng stood on the edge of the cliff, gazing at the distant phantom of the Habo Pyramid, a sharp glint in his eyes.

“To unify the underworld, we must conquer all the underworlds,” he muttered to himself. “The Egyptian underworld… let’s test its depths with this pyramid illusion.”

He flashed and quietly bypassed the main battlefield, arriving at a valley shrouded in poisonous fog.

Hundreds of poisonous golden mummies roam the valley, their decaying bandages constantly oozing dark green toxic gas, turning the entire area into a death zone.

A pungent, putrid stench filled the air, and even the rocks were corroded and pitted. "Red Skull, come out!"

Wang Feng raised his hand and made a sweeping motion in the void, instantly tearing open a dark and gloomy portal to the Abyss.

With a cracking sound of bones grinding together, a crimson skeleton stepped out, its long, blood-red sword gleaming with a chilling light.

"Great King, what are your orders for summoning your subordinate?" The Red Skull Demon Lord knelt on one knee, crimson soul fire flickering within his skull.

Wang Feng stood with his hands behind his back, pointing to the faintly visible pyramid phantom in the distance: "I want you to lead the Bone Legion to completely destroy that Habo Pyramid phantom."

Wang Feng smiled slightly, "Consider this an appetizer before the formal attack on the Egyptian underworld."

Following the direction, the Crimson Skull Demon Lord's eyes suddenly blazed with blood-red flames: "Your subordinate will certainly complete the task entrusted to you by my king!"

After a slight hesitation, it said, "Your Majesty, it seems that a deceased ruler is lurking beneath that pyramid. Should we capture him alive?"

Wang Feng raised an eyebrow and glanced at the Red Skull Demon Lord with a hint of surprise.

It was unexpected that it could sense the presence of the Dark Sword Master from such a distance.

"No need." Wang Feng shook his head indifferently. "We can deal with it as the army advances."

The Dark Sword Master's true form was nothing more than a worm, and his strength was fixed for his entire life.

He disdains to subdue a mere sub-monarch, a deceased monarch with no room for improvement!

"Yes, sir!" The Red Skull Demon Lord swung his blood sword, causing the ground to tremble violently.

One after another, the pale white skeletons burst from the ground, and in the blink of an eye, they gathered into an endless army of white bones, which surged towards the area where the poisonous golden mummy was entrenched.

……

Wang Feng stood quietly to the side, his gaze fixed on this battlefield spanning civilizations.

The Red Skull Lord wielded his crimson sword, methodically commanding his skeleton army in a fierce battle against the Egyptian mummy wrapped in linen bandages.

Wang Feng did not venture into the pyramid illusion alone to dismantle it by hand, because he wanted to figure out what the differences were between the Egyptian and Chinese undead, apart from the restrictions on their activities.

As the two sides fought fiercely, the answer gradually became clear.

Although they are all undead, their origins are completely different.

The Chinese undead have a darker attribute, while the Egyptian undead have a stronger curse attribute.

...

Suddenly, a strange light flashed in Wang Feng's eyes.

He noticed that the Red Skull Lord's skeleton army was growing stronger.

The fallen Egyptian mummies were forcibly transformed into new skeleton warriors.

Logically, the dead should be immortal.

Even if the physical body is destroyed, the soul will return to its respective underworld.

However, the Red Skull Demon Lord's methods broke this rule. He directly cut off the Egyptian spirits' return journey, imprisoning their souls in their bones and forcibly transforming them into members of the Chinese spirits.

"Interesting." Wang Feng's lips curled up slightly.

He originally estimated that the skeleton army alone would be unable to break through the illusion of the Habo Pyramid tonight, and that the Red Skull Lord would ultimately have to take action himself.

But what he saw changed his mind—the undead commander's methods were far more sophisticated than he had anticipated.

Devour enemies to strengthen yourself.

Watching the Egyptian undead constantly defecting on the battlefield, Wang Feng finally understood: this was the real undead war!
...

at the same time.

Nan Rongni, who had already settled in Venice, received a message from her family.

The Holy City's Court of Judgment has dispatched its judges to Flying Bird City in China to capture Qin Yu'er.

“The opportunity has arrived!” Nan Rongni murmured.

(End of this chapter)