Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 163 Heading to the Ancient Capital, a Huge Corpse Pit

Qin Xiaonan and her two companions set off overnight.

After leaving the safe zone, Qing Ning immediately revealed her true form as a sand fox—golden fur shimmered like pearls in the moonlight, her body was slender, and nine fluffy tails swayed gracefully behind her.

Qin Xiaonan and Lan Xi leaped lightly onto the platform, and the Nine-Tailed Sand Fox immediately transformed into a golden streak of light, speeding towards the ancient capital.

It was unusually quiet along the way.

As a monarch-level great demon, Qing Ning naturally exuded a powerful aura, causing the demons along the way to retreat in fear.

In the moonlit wilderness, only the sound of sand foxes running and the occasional hooting of owls could be heard.

However, just as they were about to reach the ancient capital, Qingning suddenly stopped.

Qin Xiaonan immediately became alert and followed Qing Ning's gaze—the road ahead was completely blocked by a huge pit of corpses.

The mass grave was filled with thousands of corpses, some human, some demons.

The rotting flesh had an eerie purplish-black color and gleamed with an oily sheen under the moonlight.

The air was filled with a suffocating stench, a mixture of rotting flesh and the aura of some kind of necromancy.

Just as Qin Xiaonan and Qing Ning stopped to observe, the entire burial pit suddenly churned violently.

The slowly writhing corpses seemed to be awakened by some force, turning in unison towards the direction of the living, and ghostly green flames suddenly lit up in their empty eye sockets.

"roar--"

A roar that sounded inhuman came from the depths of the pit of corpses, like a horn of attack.

In an instant, thousands of rotting corpses sprang up simultaneously, their decaying muscle tissue unleashing incredible power as they lunged at them at astonishing speed.

Twisted limbs dragged sticky trails of blood across the ground, and a nauseating stench filled the air.

The pressure from Qing Ning, a monarch-level being, spread out like a tide.

However, these undead only hesitated for a moment before charging forward even more frantically—clearly, they were under the command of a powerful undead lord and were not afraid of Qing Ning.

Nearly a hundred "corpse warriors" charged forward first.

They were quite different from other zombies; although they were also rotting, the outline of their strong muscles could still be vaguely seen under their tattered robes.

What's most terrifying are their hands that form hand seals—rotten finger bones deftly manipulate incantations, even managing to draw upon dark elements.

"Dark Erosion Mist!"

The leading undead let out a hoarse roar, and streams of dark green poisonous mist spewed out simultaneously.

Wherever these mists passed, vegetation withered instantly, and even rocks were corroded with a hissing sound.

The fog swirled in the air, completely enveloping Qing Ning and Qin Xiaonan.

But then, it raised its front paws slightly, and all nine tails simultaneously emitted a dazzling golden light.

A large amount of golden sand emerged from her body, condensing into countless exquisite sand cones in front of her.

Each sand spike was precisely aimed at the brow of a rotting corpse warrior, its tip gleaming with a cold, icy light.

"break!"

With a soft shout, the sand cones transformed into golden streaks of light and shot out.

The rotting corpse warriors who were casting spells didn't even have time to react before the sand spikes pierced their skulls.

Then the gold dust invaded their bodies and exploded—a series of muffled bangs, with rotting flesh and bone fragments flying everywhere.

As these were being eliminated, even more rotting corpses crawled up the pit and surged towards Qin Xiaonan. Qingning lightly stomped its forepaw on the ground, and a golden sand wall rose up, shutting out all the rotting corpses.

A deafening roar suddenly erupted from the mass grave.

A gigantic "skeleton troll" rose to its feet. It was pieced together from hundreds of skeletons, with a dozen skulls strung along its spine, each skull emitting a mournful shriek.

The skeletal troll swung its massive arm, composed of dozens of thigh bones, and the resulting gust of wind uprooted the surrounding trees.

This skeletal leader should belong to the subordinate of the eight fallen kings of the ancient capital, the Skeleton Dragon, but it is clearly overestimating itself to attack Qing Ning.

A hint of disdain flashed in Qing Ning's eyes as a beam of light, condensed from pure sand-type demonic power, shot out and pierced directly through the skeletal giant's chest.

The colossal creature crashed to the ground, shattering into countless skeletons.

But a large number of undead continued to emerge from the morgue, one after another.

Qin Xiaonan did not recall that such a mass grave had appeared before the disaster in the ancient capital.

He only remembered that Sha Yuan had appeared once, but the scale of this corpse pit was far smaller than that of Sha Yuan.

However, Qin Xiaonan quickly realized that all he could understand was from Mo Fan's perspective.

Mo Fan came to the ancient capital in search of Zhang Xiaohou, so it's normal that he didn't see him in many situations.

Qin Xiaonan stared at the pit of corpses from which the dead kept pouring out, her brows furrowed slightly.

He said in a deep voice, "Qingning, don't waste any more time, resolve this as soon as possible."

Hearing Qin Xiaonan's urging, Qingning nodded, its nine fluffy tails suddenly straightening, and a sharp glint flashed in its golden pupils.

She tilted her head back and let out a clear, long howl, and a surge of powerful demonic energy immediately erupted around her.

The air within a hundred meters radius seemed to freeze, and even the moonlight appeared to be distorted by this force.

Countless golden sands gushed out from Qing Ning's body, converging in the night sky to form a dazzling golden galaxy.

These grains of sand did not drift randomly, but rather spun rapidly along some mysterious trajectory, gradually outlining the shape of a giant inverted pyramid.

Under the moonlight, mysterious runes flowed across the entire surface of the pyramid.

"town!"

With Qing Ning's clear and crisp command, the golden pyramid hanging upside down in the night sky suddenly trembled, and then slowly sank with immense force.

Every inch of descent felt like being crushed by a thousand mountains. The ancient runes flowing at the base of the pyramid emitted a dazzling golden light, illuminating the surrounding area as if it were daytime.

This seemingly slow movement contained a devastating power, and the undead below seemed to sense the impending doom, letting out mournful howls.

Some powerful undead leaders tried to struggle, but their necromancy was instantly purified by the flowing runic power the moment it touched the surface of the pyramid.

When the pyramid was still ten feet away from the mass grave, the terrifying pressure had already caused the ground to begin to crack.

The spirits in the morgue exploded and died, turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating.

Finally, the pyramid crashed heavily onto the mass grave, producing a deafening roar.

Once the dust settled, the once eerie and terrifying mass grave had transformed into a flat expanse of golden sand. The wandering spirits and churning corpses were all eternally suppressed beneath the pyramid.

Qin Xiaonan patted Qing Ning on the back with satisfaction: "Well done."

Qing Ning understood, and carrying Qin Xiaonan, they transformed into a golden streak of light and continued speeding towards the ancient capital.

Behind them, the mass grave where the bodies had been suppressed was now completely silent, save for the faint sound of the night wind rustling through the golden sand.

(End of this chapter)