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Chapter 218 Khufu's Survival Through Cutting Off His Tail

"Who is that?!" A young city guard stared blankly at the figure high in the sky.

“Him.” A hoarse but proud voice came from a corner of the city wall.

Everyone turned around and saw Zhao Manyan dragging his battered body towards them.

His signature blond hair was now disheveled, his once luxurious clothes were reduced to rags, and his face was covered in blood, but his eyes shone with an astonishing light:

"He is the captain of our Chinese National Team, and one of the most powerful people in the world!"

The soldiers guarding the city wall gasped in shock.

Someone recognized Zhao Manyan—the son of the Zhao family conglomerate, who now looked like a beggar in a sorry state.

But the fervor in his voice when he said this shocked everyone.

In the center of the battlefield, Wang Feng lightly dusted off the dust from his fist.

"It's quite hard, though."

Rumbling--

Beneath the phantom image of the Great Pyramid of Giza, rubble continues to tumble down.

The Sphinx, whose body was half-shattered into dust, shakily stood up again.

With every movement of its broken body, large chunks of stone crumbled off, as if it might collapse completely at any moment.

"Who is it?!" A faint voice, seemingly emanating from the depths of the netherworld, resounded across the battlefield, making everyone's eardrums ache: "How dare you harm the beast of my Underworld Kingdom!"

"Khufu, come out and face your death!"

As the last word was uttered, the world changed drastically!

A wave of necromancy, deeper than the darkness of night, erupted from his palm, instantly sweeping across thousands of miles.

Mountains collapsed, plains cracked, and loess soil was eroded into scorched earth by deathly energy.

The dark radiance that originally enveloped the battlefield was forcibly torn apart, replaced by a chaotic vortex that devoured heaven and earth.

Rumbling--

The sky seemed to have been torn open by a giant claw, revealing a terrifying hole several kilometers in diameter.

The black hole continued to expand and gradually turned into a chaotic vortex, stirring and tearing the surrounding space, as if it wanted to swallow everything.

The wailing of ghosts and the howling of corpses! Countless mournful cries emanated from the vortex, the screams of hundreds of thousands of evil spirits simultaneously.

Filled with despair, resentment, and profound pain, it was as if the gates of hell had been completely opened, and endless spirits of the dead were about to pour out!

The Abyss of Fiends has descended upon the Northern Plains!
Roar! ! ! !

Beneath the bony wings of the Skeleton Dragon, which blotted out the sky, the army of pale white skeletons surged across the Yellowstone Mountains like a tidal wave.

Countless bone blades reflected a bloody light, staining the world a ghastly white. The ground continued to collapse under the trampling of countless bone claws, the sounds of rock shattering incessant.

At the same time, a chilling writhing sound came from deep within the earth.

The Corpse of the Mountain Peak led its army of mad corpses out of the ground, and the putrid stench of death instantly filled the battlefield.

The front row of rotting corpses filled every gap like black asphalt, while behind them stood thousands of corpse generals.

In the center of the sea of ​​corpses, more than twenty fleshy, tumorous corpses were frantically devouring their own kind, and in the blink of an eye, they had swallowed up tens of thousands of corpse soldiers.

The corpse of the mountain grabbed the fleshy corpse filled with the dead and hurled it like a catapult toward the Great Pyramid of Giza.

"boom!"

Where the flesh-filled cannonballs struck, the creatures of the underworld instantly turned into a bloody pulp.

One of them hit the pyramid precisely, and although it failed to shake the structure, it clearly dimmed the radiance of the underworld.

After the corpse split open, more than two thousand undead poured out like a flood, frantically gnawing at the surface of the pyramid.

The ten Dark Sword Masters immediately leaped onto the pyramid, their black swords flashing in their hands.

These monarch-level powerhouses quickly wiped out the invaders, but in the blink of an eye, several more fleshy corpses came crashing down.

In a short period of time, more than thirty mounds of flesh were thrown near the pyramids, and fifty thousand undead ravaged the area like locusts.

Even the powerful Dark Sword Master was overwhelmed by such a large number of enemies.

The God of the Underworld had to urgently recall his army to the front lines. The Underworld legions, who had just arrived at the border of the plains, hurriedly returned to defend, causing the frontline offensive to come to an abrupt halt.

But now the undead empire's army of demons truly revealed its terror—these flying ghosts transformed into a black storm, easily sweeping across the ground battlefield and heading straight for the enemy's vitals!
"Woooooh——

Amidst the mournful wails of ghosts, countless evil spirits formed a dark cloud that blotted out the sky.

They are far more difficult to deal with than physical undead; ordinary attacks cannot harm these spirits at all.

The hastily constructed defenses of the Egyptian army crumbled instantly under the onslaught of the demons, and many Egyptian warriors of the underworld were drained of their life force before they could even raise their weapons.

The once formidable underworld army found itself in a predicament, unable to attend to both ends, while the undead empire's offensive grew even more ferocious.

The Skeleton Dragon led its army of skeletons to break through the flank and collided head-on with the retreating Underworld Legion.

The corpses of the mountain peaks kept throwing out new mounds of fleshy corpses, forcing the Dark Sword Master to keep on the run.

The army of demons reaped savagely across the battlefield, scattering death to every corner.

"enough!"

Khufu's furious voice echoed from the depths of the pyramid, and for a moment, the entire battlefield froze.

Before the pyramids, the ten Dark Sword Masters suddenly changed formation, transforming into charioteers, and together they dragged an ancient golden boat into the air.

The golden boat hovered in the sky, and the Dark Sword Master walked on the air, towering above the army of the underworld, his aura magnificent.

On the golden boat stood a majestic figure—Pharaoh Khufu!
He was draped in a pure white ancient pharaoh's shroud, holding a desert scepter, and surrounded by a ghostly blue light. From afar, he appeared as a saint who transcended the mortal world, sacred and inviolable.

"Finally decided to come out?" Wang Feng crossed his arms, staring coldly at Hu Fu, his tone laced with sarcasm.

Hu Fu stared at Wang Feng, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He could sense the presence of a living person on Wang Feng, yet it was also mixed with a pressure that rivaled that of the God of the Underworld.

"Are you an angel, or the god of the underworld of China?" Khufu asked in a deep voice.

"Who I am is unimportant." Wang Feng's gaze was like a knife, his voice icy and chilling. "What matters is—you shouldn't have come to China!"

Before he finished speaking, the angelic phantom behind him suddenly shrank, transforming into a dazzling sword of chaos, which fell into his palm.

"Those who offend China—"

Wang Feng spoke each word clearly, his aura rising wildly, as if all the energy in the world had been instantly drained away and gathered on the blade of his sword.

"Kill without mercy!"

As he finished speaking, he raised the Chaos Sword high, and the space around it crumbled inch by inch as the sword's edge pointed!

Khufu's pupils constricted sharply as an unprecedented sense of impending death swept over his entire body!
"The dawn has ended!"
Wang Feng's roar shook the heavens, and the Chaos Sword, carrying the power of destruction, slashed down fiercely!

At this moment, heaven and earth lost their color, and all things fell silent.

The entire world was stripped of all color, leaving only a pure interplay of black and white. Where the sword's edge pointed, even time seemed to stand still.

Pharaoh Khufu's gaunt face suddenly contorted, and the desert scepter in his hand trembled violently.

A dark blue light surged forth, forming twelve ancient barriers in the void, each layer inscribed with runes of the dead.

chap——

The sword light descended like divine punishment, shattering the barrier of dark light instantly!

Khufu's golden ghost boat trembled violently, and the ten dark sword masters let out mournful howls as their bodies crumbled in the aftershocks of the sword's power.

The majestic pyramid illusion collapsed with a deafening roar, turning into a sky full of ghostly fire and vanishing into nothingness.

When the sword light faded, only a cracked desert scepter remained in the center of the battlefield.

"They even abandoned the artifacts of the Underworld God?" Wang Feng sneered, his gaze sweeping over the remaining Egyptian Underworld King on the battlefield.

These are all top-quality nutrients, enough to allow the eight fallen monarchs to collectively break through to the Supreme Monarch realm.

"Nine Netherworlds, clean up the battlefield."

"Your Majesty's command!" The beautiful figure of the Queen of the Nine Netherworlds emerged from the shadows.

"Khufu, do you think you're safe just because you've retreated to your lair?"

(End of this chapter)