Chapter 172: Paved into an Ocean!
“Why...why hasn’t he given up...” Elder Ling Xi’s eyes were wet. She could not believe how a tiny Young Mage was still alive in the Space of Death. The situation he was in was grimmer than the inner city...
The inner city was at least a lonely island surrounded by the black ocean. Meanwhile, he was not even the size of a leaf floating on the ocean!
“Should...should we really run away?” Zhu Meng asked after a while.
Was there really a point to running away?
Could they even run away from the calamity?
They were all currently in a Space of Death, too. If the determination of a young Mage alone was enough to stack up a mountain of bones, what price would their enemies have to pay to destroy the entire city?
Despair, they were all in despair... then they should continue to fight in despair. If they could not fight their way to dawn, they would die trying in the endless darkness!
Zhu Meng did not feel like running, especially after seeing the scene in the mirror!
“But something must be left behind. Otherwise, we will all be doomed,” said Chu Jia.
“If something must be left behind, let it be this!” Zhu Meng pointed at the Wicked Eye Copper Mirror, at the mountain of bones under Mo Fan’s feet.
If the city was really going to disappear from the world forever, what they should leave behind was not a few Mages and leaders struggling to stay alive while at death’s door, but their unyielding spirit!
Be it the Black Vatican, or the kingdom that had returned to stir chaos after two thousand years, both had come to destroy the city, but they would make them pay a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand times the price!
They could not let the Black Vatican prevail so easily. The carefully planned disaster would leave the whole world in fear. It would provoke cowardly people to submit to evil. They must let the whole world understand that even if the city was wiped out, their determination to survive would stack the corpses of the undead into mountains and pave them into an ocean!
That was what they were supposed to leave behind!
Zhu Meng understood that some people among the authorities would insist on running away. With the strength of Super Mages, they did have a chance to escape by working together.
Zhu Meng did not want to run away. He had never wanted to run away from the start, and after seeing that Mo Fan was still alive despite the circumstances, he did not have the slightest intention to escape!
“I’ll stay too,” a voice came from the stairs.
Du Xiao was soaked in blood. A cape was draped over his shoulders. One of his arms fell to the side, his palm covered in fresh blood. As for the other arm...it was empty. His other arm was missing.
“Boss!” Yao Nan shivered when he saw Du Xiao.
Du Xiao had returned, but he had left one of his arms out there. His hair was covered in blood. If he had not spoken, the others would have had trouble recognizing him as the Senior Hunter, Du Xiao!
“Stop trying to deceive yourself and the others; with just a few of us left, we can’t even eliminate the Mountain Zombie. How could we possibly continue the fight!?” protested Elder Chu Jia anxiously. He had proposed running away with the minority.
The people that were on the list were mainly the authority figures and the leaders in other areas. As for the civilians who were still praying in the rain, none of them were on the list!
“Well, well, well...” Chu Jia uttered a hollow laugh, “I don’t mind giving you all a few more minutes to reconsider it. I’ll watch him die myself, just because of this kid... do you know how ridiculous you guys are?”
“HAHAHA, Elder Chu Jia, I totally agree with you. He’s only the son of some truck driver that had to eat dust just to make a living. Meanwhile, you authorities and leaders are placing your hopes in him. This is the most hilarious thing I’ve ever seen... if you ask me, I think you all should kneel before Master Salan right now. Once you’re dead, you might still be appointed as the authorities in the Eternal Courtyard, helping Master Salan rule the Eternal Courtyard!” The maniac Mu He who was tied under the clock burst out laughing.
“Shut the f**k up!” snapped Chu Jia impatiently, waving his hand and firing a few ice bolts into Mu He’s body.
Blood poured from the wounds where the ice bolts pierced through. However, the man was still laughing like a lunatic, as if he could not sense pain.
“Do you know, that kid only managed to enroll into a Magic High School because of my kind act... look at you, placing your bet on a kid that only became a Mage because of my kindness, HAHA, HAHAHAHA!...” Mu He had gone totally mad.
As Mu He mentioned, Mo Fan only had the chance to enroll in a Magic High School because of him. He too was shocked after seeing Mo Fan’s current cultivation, yet the kid was still as insignificant as a cockroach in this disaster. No one could escape death when facing Master Salan!
“Crazy, this guy has gone crazy, why can’t we kill him now!?”
“It’s only going to do him a favor!”
“President, what shall we do? You make the call!”
“Yeah, President, make the call for us.”
President Han Ji stood there. His empty eyes had sunken deep into their sockets.
He had no idea what decision he should be making, or if there was any meaning in making a decision, since neither choice would make any difference in the end.
Han Ji placed his helpless gaze upon the Wicked Eye Copper Mirror. Inside the mirror, Mo Fan looked exhausted, just like everyone else.
The skeletons were still climbing up the mountain of bones, while the Blood Skeleton Official observing him was similar to the Mountain Zombie that they did not stand a chance against...
Should they run, or fight?
Should they save the minority, or leave behind their unyielding spirit?
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Han Ji did not know what decision to make, but Mo Fan had always been firm with his decision!
Huge chunks of clattering bones rolled down from the mountain. The bones had stacked up so high that even Mo Fan’s slightest movement would cause lots of bones to roll to the bottom.
Thud!
The hill of bones rattled.
Thud!
The carpet of bones trembled.
The fifty-meter-tall blood-red Skeleton Official had finally run out of patience. Its eyes glowed with murderous light as it headed toward the hill of bones Mo Fan was standing on.
Mo Fan’s hands were trembling slightly, not because of fear, but because they had been killing for too long. Blood ran down the side of his face. His muscles were sore, but his back was still straight.
He wiped at the blood on his cheek, only smearing it across his face instead.
“Now, it’s your turn to raise your head just to look at me!”
His voice echoed across the place, like the cry of a beast!
He used all his remaining might to clench his fist and throw a punch at the Blood Skeleton Official’s head!
At that exact moment, a silver-white figure suddenly rushed out from the side of the mountain of bones.
Wolfie!
The Snow Frost Star Wolf did not howl.
He did not hesitate.
He simply pounced straight into the path of the climbing skeleton tide, like a true king descending upon trash!
The moment his claws landed, frost spread wildly across the mountain of bones. The undead that had been rushing upward suddenly found their feet frozen in place. Pale blue ice crawled up their shin bones, sealed their knee joints, and spread into their spines.
Wolfie’s eyes were icy and merciless.
Then, he opened his mouth.
“Ice Fang Domain!”
A freezing breath mixed with countless condensed ice fangs burst forward from his jaws. The attack was not a single stream. It was a storm of razor-sharp ice fangs, each one the length of a dagger, dense as rain, violent as a blizzard!
The skeletons at the front were pierced through instantly. Skull after skull shattered. Ribcages burst apart. The frozen bones of the undead were already brittle, and once the ice fangs penetrated them, they exploded into white fragments all over the slope.
The mountain of bones below Mo Fan was swept clean in one breath.
More skeletons climbed over their own dead companions, but Wolfie had already charged forward again.
His claws slashed.
Each swipe carried an icy trail that froze whatever it touched. A Warrior-level skeleton that had just leapt upward was struck across the chest and instantly sealed in a layer of blue-white frost. The next second, Wolfie bit through its neck and crushed the entire head in his jaws.
Another skeleton tried to stab toward Mo Fan’s blind side.
Wolfie twisted his body mid-leap and rammed it with his shoulder. Frost exploded from the impact point. The undead’s entire torso turned into a frozen sculpture before shattering into scattered ice-coated bones as it rolled down the hill.
He was not simply protecting Mo Fan.
He was slaughtering.
He was tearing open a zone of death around the mountain with fang, claw, frost, and dominance.
The skeletons that dared get close were either frozen through the joints and smashed apart, pierced by the storm of ice fangs, or bitten clean through before they could even swing their bone blades.
The Blood Skeleton Official finally lowered its head slightly.
For the first time, something else on the battlefield had become worthy of its attention.
And atop the mountain of bones, Mo Fan was still standing, with Wolfie below him, carving a freezing path of death through the tide.