Chapter 248 - 248: Suppressing the TurmoilLu Jun stood above the heavens. The moment he made a move, he subdued over a dozen Super Tier powerhouses and eight or nine Monarch-level creatures.

    Among them were the Mountain Corpse, Totem Black Serpent, and Demon Mo Fan—three existences possessing Supreme Monarch strength. The majesty of an Emperor was fully revealed.

    Roar!

    In the sky, the Flame Demon struggled and roared in fury. The terrifying Heavenly Tribulation Fire surrounding it was compressed into a narrow space by a layer of silver light membrane.

    From afar, it looked like a small flame, its sinister and domineering presence completely gone.

    He glanced at Mo Fan''s grim figure covered in sacrificial patterns and felt emotional. The other had finally chosen the path of a demon—his ultimate form now the same as one of the Four Dark Kings: the Evil Saint King. sea??h thё novёlF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Well, fine then. You become your Evil Saint King, I''ll ascend my Nether King''s throne. We both have a bright... cough cough, I mean, dark future ahead!"

    Lu Jun sensed the vast Nether radiance with every movement, his emotions far from calm. After so many years of planning, he had finally succeeded.

    From now on, he no longer had to live in fear, with no sense of security. Even the angels of the Holy City, capped at sixteen wings, were still within the realm of low-level Emperors.

    If they really angered him, he''d don the ancient royal battle robe and transform into the "First Emperor" to tear down the Holy City. His core strategy: mutual destruction.

    After all, he wouldn''t be as weak as Zhan Kong. Whether the Holy City lived or died—what did it have to do with him?

    To be honest, Lu Jun had planned two routes. The Psychic Element would follow the diplomatic path, sheltered under the Kunlun Empire or Ocean Empire; the Curse Element would follow the inhuman path, with him reigning supreme.

    The latter had now been half realized.

    The two were not contradictory. His Undead Empire was in Qin territory, backed by the Kunlun Empire. If they could unite, it would be half the world.

    At that point, let alone foreign nations, he could walk sideways across the entire Nine Provinces. He had truly transformed from a pawn into a player. Even better, when the Ocean Empire invaded in the future, the importance of the Undead Empire would become increasingly prominent—as a crucial rear base.

    Lu Jun was filled with ambition, gazing down at the many powerhouses below.

    Rumble—!

    The towering Mountain Corpse seemed to sense something and became extremely fearful. It actually slowly knelt down, its proud head hanging low.

    It was like a collapsing mountain range, booming and shaking as it sank by several levels.

    "What kind of creature is that? Even the Mountain Corpse is bowing down. Has it surpassed the Monarch level?"

    Previously, Han Ji, Zhu Meng, Lu Huan, and other Super Tiers were already shaken when their magic was snuffed out in an instant. Now, seeing this, they were even more terrified.

    Lu Jun nodded slightly and descended, landing atop the Mountain Corpse''s head.

    At the same time, the Totem Black Serpent on the left seemed to sense the aura of a living being on him. It let out a low hiss, relaxed its coiled body, and gently extended its head. On the right, Demon Mo Fan had regained his composure. The silver spatial restraint had been lifted, and he looked up solemnly.

    The three together under the firmament painted a scene both sinister and epic.

    Clad in a royal robe, the Emperor stood high above, while the Flame Demon, Mountain Corpse, and Totem Sacred Serpent—Supreme beings all—seemed to bow in reverence.

    Even in the ancient capital city hundreds of miles away, all ordinary people and mages who witnessed the scene felt a deep shock in their souls.

    The contrast was too stark. These creatures were thousands of meters tall, with sinister flames spilling out and illuminating half the sky. No matter how far away they were, they were clearly visible—yet they seemed crushed beneath that small human figure in the heavens.

    Many who were terrified thought he was a god and knelt in reverence, hoping for mercy. Some even pulled out cameras to capture the scene forever.

    At the edge of the land, the remaining six heavily injured colossal Undead Monarchs also dragged their skeletal bodies and knelt reverently.

    Lu Jun scanned the seven Undead Monarchs. Each had suffered heavy injuries—the most severe, the Ghostfiend Lord, was nearly blown to pieces.

    Fortunately, the undead are immortal and hard to kill. Even if shattered, once the remains are gathered, they can be reassembled and live another lifetime.

    The reason he stopped the Super Tier mages from killing the Undead Monarchs was because the situation had changed. As the new Lord of the Undead, Monarchs from all directions had now become rare assets.

    At this moment, Han Ji finally saw the man clearly—clad in pitch-black armor, radiating an aura both sinister and solemn.

    "A-Ancient... Ancient King!!"

    Han Ji''s whole body trembled violently, and his gaze became utterly hollow!

    Han Ji''s entire body trembled violently, his gaze turning completely vacant!

    According to legend, the Ancient King had worn such pitch-black, sinister armor when he transcended into immortality. The black-gold armor this man wore matched perfectly with the historical scrolls passed down through the ages.

    Yet, that overwhelming aura of vitality just didn''t add up.

    "Could the rumors be true—that in his final years, the Ancient King pursued the art of immortality, entombed his body within a crypt, and sought to one day return from death?"

    The Super Mages were in disbelief, their souls lost, feeling that the ancient capital no longer held any hope.

    This city, steeped in millennia of legacy, was about to become a paradise for the dead—and the living would become corpses, celebrating every night in eternal revelry.

    At this moment, Lu Jun vaguely sensed a dangerous aura from a thousand kilometers away.

    His gaze turned profound, as if piercing through countless dimensions of space, catching sight of a forbidden spell silhouette atop a distant hill.

    "A Forbidden Mage from our nation?"

    Lu Jun murmured to himself inwardly. He had no intention of confronting them—he could already feel that after activating the Ancient King''s armor for such a short time, his body and mind were showing signs of being overwhelmed, corroded by the aura of death.

    There was no point in forcing it without any gain. Each use of Forbidden Magic cost several years of lifespan.

    Thus, he coldly raised his hand and willed the Empire of Undead to lie dormant once more.

    Boom! Boom! Boom!

    The Mountain Cropse humbly submitted, clumsily turned around, and slowly stepped toward the forbidden zone deep within the ends of the earth—each step it took made the heavens tremble and the ground quake.

    The vast sea of undead across the mountains and plains likewise receded like a retreating tide—an endless black mass withdrawing from all directions of the ancient capital, some following the "Ancient King," others vanishing into underground tombs within minutes.

    The seven Undead Monarchs also struggled to rise, unfurled their wings, and led their legions in retreat.

    The ghost army that blotted out the sky like black clouds, the skeletal army of snowy white bones, and the corpse army cloaked in poisonous green mist—all vanished without a trace.

    Even the Dark Abyss on the horizon silently contracted and disappeared.

    That heroic and majestic armored emperor left behind only a peerless back view.

    Just then, daylight fully broke the dawn rose in the east, and the sun''s corona enveloped his entire figure in sacred majesty.

    In that instant, the wild cityscape became utterly desolate—not even a trace of corpses, bones, or bloodstains remained, as the undead took it all away in their retreat, leaving only gray-white soil filled with bleakness.

    Wuuu... A great wind blew from all directions, dispersing the smoke of war, mingled with a trace of sorrow. It passed over the empty wilderness, sounding like a harp''s soft lament.

    Everyone stood in a daze. The undead calamity had abruptly retreated—when the emperor emerged, they thought for sure there would be corpses everywhere and the city would fall, but it all ended abruptly.

    As sunlight spilled over the land, the people finally realized—like a good omen, dawn always followed the darkness—and they began to cheer.

    "We survived... the undead are gone, all of them! Not a single one left!!"

    Upon seeing this, the Forbidden Mage atop the hill hundreds of miles away, along with his high-tier military force, all let out a breath of relief.

    The Forbidden Mage was soaked in cold sweat. Though he didn''t know why the emperor had retreated, at least there was no need for a bloody battle. He was certain he couldn''t even withstand a single round against that undead emperor.

    Who knew how suffocating it felt just from one glance from that man?

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