Versatile Mage: Ancient God Supreme

A round of bombardment by the void creatures annihilated 80% of the undead within ten kilometers of the city wall, and some undead survived by hiding underground.

The pressure on the mages who walked out of the city wall was instantly relieved. They quickly killed the undead in their respective directions and then returned to the city wall.

Ye Wuxin returned to the city wall. Instead of meditating, he closed his breath and concentrated his mind. He controlled part of the "spirits" in the spiritual universe and roughly transformed them into summoning magic energy. In less than two minutes, the summoning galaxy was filled with energy.

Then the remaining spirit was swallowed by the dark unicorn!

"what--"

Ye Wuxin opened his dark eyes, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and a fierce golden light flashed in his pupils.

He looked up at the sky, which was so dark that he couldn't see any stars, and there was no moonlight to shine. The sky was covered by dark clouds, and the north wind was blowing coldly, and the breath of rain was mixed with it.

The appearance of the evil abyss is not even the beginning. The real beginning is the continuous drizzle. The rain mixed with the dew of the Nine Netherworld will replace the death energy on the undead.

Ye Wuxin said with a serious expression.

Du Xiao suddenly spoke.

The four of them searched for it and finally found Ye Wuxin's figure in the center of the city wall.

Ye Wuxin looked back at her: "Back then, it rained during the blood disaster in Bo City, and now it rains again!!"

The four super-level mages flew back, each of them with unconcealed joy on their faces, beaming with joy!

Zhu Meng said in a loud voice: "This damn dead king has harassed the ancient capital over and over again. This time it was finally taken care of. I'm much happier."

"By the way, where's Councilor Ye who took the lead."

Four veteran super-levels took action against a seriously injured young monarch. It was a battle without any suspense. The ghostly tyrant was scattered on the spot, with bones flying everywhere!

Lu Xu said with a smile.

Zhu Meng was in a good mood. He was just about to call Ye Wuxin a "brat" when he suddenly realized that he might not agree with her, so he replaced him with Councilor Xiao Ye.

"The power of super-level magic is so terrifying that even the undead at the monarch level cannot completely break free."

Ye Wuxin's gaze was like a sharp sword, sweeping across the four people and shocking their minds at the same time.

The ghost that contained the souls of thousands of powerful ghosts wanted to escape, but was trapped by Zhu Meng's thunder halberd cage, and was wiped out by the light energy of thunder.

Ye Wuxin is straightforward, arrogant and domineering, and can easily offend others without knowing it.

Killing the tyrant Guixin will undoubtedly increase the momentum of mankind. Now that the undead monarch has been taken care of, what does the remaining commanders, generals, and servants matter?

"That's what I'm worried about, if the undead don't retreat at daybreak."

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Feijiao nodded proudly: "It's fun, but the rain came a bit unexpectedly. The observation department didn't say it would rain tonight."

Mu Ningxue called out softly and quickly approached.

"Mr. Ye, don't worry. As soon as the sky breaks and the sunlight drives away the air of death, these undead souls will soon disappear without a trace."

Lu Xu said bluntly: "There is a deathly atmosphere around the ancient capital now, and the weather is not very accurate in the first place. There is nothing we can do about it."

"Of course, otherwise do you think super mages are just cabbage? With their strength like the Congressman and the Hunter King, they are as strong as the elders of the clan in any family!"

"It also rained before the blood disaster in Bo City started, and this rain gave me a bad premonition."

"Wuxin!"

This time, he came to the ancient capital and was entrusted by Pang Lai to take care of Ye Wuxin.

Ye Wuxin stroked her hair smoothly, as if talking to her and to himself.

"Congressman Xiaoye, why are you here? The undead have been almost wiped out, and the large forces should start to retreat."

A look of solemnity appeared on Mu Ningxue's beautiful face: "Is there something wrong with the rain? Or is the riot of the undead related to the Black Dragon Pavilion?"

"Well, Sir Councilor, they killed that ghost monarch!!"

He himself is a super-level mage of the summoning system. He has received the guidance of Pang Lai. Although he does not have the name of master and disciple, he has the actual status of master and disciple.

With the help of Ye Wuxin's round of void bombardment, other teams cleared the undead much faster. Mu Ningxue and Astraea's team were the first to return.

It was raining continuously, and in the hazy rain curtain, the gray city wall stood on the vast land. I don't know how many years of wind and frost it took to settle down such a vicissitudes of color.

Yes, what if the undead didn't retreat after dawn.

If an ordinary mage had proposed it, the four of them would not have taken it to heart. However, since Ye Wuxin said this, the four super mages would think about it seriously.

It’s the power of identity! ! !

During these two days of practicing driving and studying, I need to go to bed early, so I can only change less every day.