Disastrous Necromancer

Lin Moyu had truly taken things to a new level. Upon discovering that Demons had their own cities, he began wondering if they also had teleportation formations. Without hesitation, he had stormed into the Demon city, determined to find out.

Sure enough, he found a teleportation formation nestled within the city. Worried that his human identity might prevent him from using it, Lin Moyu kept a half-dead Demon alive, using him as a tool to activate the formation. Even as the teleportation initiated, Lin Moyu had no clue where it would take him. It could lead to a wilderness, another city, a dungeon, or even a far more dangerous place.

Even though Lin Moyu couldn't read the Abyssal Demon script, he deduced from the shared ending characters of certain destinations that they were likely city names. He randomly selected one.

When he arrived, his senses were greeted by the familiar sight of a dark fortification and green Abyssal Fire hovering in the air, as well as low-level Demons with weak auras.

Lin Moyu smirked—he had made the right choice.

Without wasting a second, he summoned his undead legions. A burst of white light shot from his hand, and the half-dead Demon he had brought along became a fresh corpse. He cast Damage Curse on a group of nearby Demons, then hurled the corpse into the air, detonating it mid-flight.

A deafening explosion rocked the city as buildings crumbled, and many Demons perished instantly. The alarm bells of the city began to ring, and just like in the previous city, the central spire activated, raising a defensive barrier.

But Lin Moyu just chuckled darkly. In normal circumstances, this tactic would have worked flawlessly—if the attack had come from outside the city. However, since the attack originated from within, the barrier merely sealed the Demons in, trapping them like rats.

It was clear that the barrier system was automated; there were no Demons stationed in the spire to control it. Lin Moyu suspected that the Demons never considered the possibility that an enemy could launch an attack from inside their city.

"All the better." Lin Moyu muttered coldly.

He gave the order, and the undead legions surged forward. The newly leveled Skeletal Warriors, now at level 38, had become even more powerful. Against low-level Demons under level 40, it was like chopping through butter—one strike was all it took to cut them down. Even the level 40 high-level Demons were not much different. A single skill-powered blow from the Skeletal Warriors would be the end of them; and if not, one or two more strikes would do the job.

The city became flooded with the eerie figures of Skeletal Warriors, each one a harbinger of death. Demons that attempted to flee found themselves trapped by their own barrier, with no way out. Any that tried to take to the skies were swiftly brought down by the precise attacks of the Skeletal Mages, falling from the air like birds with clipped wings.