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Chapter 700: The Retreat of the Undead Army
🕑 Added 2024-12-07 08:08:52 +0000 UTCAt first, Ye Xin thought she was doomed this time, believing there was no way out.
But to her surprise, at this critical moment, Lin Qian appeared out of nowhere—a joyous and unexpected turn of events.
Seeing the familiar face, Ye Xin collapsed into Lin Qian’s arms, her entire body going limp. Over the past few years, the immense burden of running the entire Huaxia Empire had weighed heavily on her, causing her to endure unspeakable pressure.
After all, she was just one woman, suddenly tasked with managing such a vast empire. Despite her intelligence and natural talents, it had been exhausting.
She didn’t have Lin Qian’s ability to control systems, nor did she have Zhuge Ming and the massive Tian Gong Department from Fantasy Star to support her. The only person she could rely on back then was herself.
Fortunately, her efforts weren’t in vain. The Huaxia Empire had managed to hold on, and now Lin Qian had finally returned.
Suspended in mid-air, Lin Qian, dressed in his white robe, held Ye Xin quietly as they hovered. After scaring off the eleven Saint-level zombies, he lowered his gaze to Ye Xin in his arms, his face softening with a deep tenderness in his eyes. "You’ve worked hard these past few years, Xin’er."
“You finally came back, Xiao Qian!” Ye Xin whispered as she rested her head against Lin Qian’s chest, inhaling his familiar scent. "I’m so relieved."
Lin Qian’s eyes then swept across the battlefield. It was an expansive warzone.
Countless undead soldiers, numerous otherworldly races, the Imperial Army, the Beast Army, and many soul warriors were all engaged in combat.
Now that Lin Qian had reconnected with the Tian Gong Department after returning to the Soul Martial Continent, he was acutely aware of the current situation on the battlefield.
He knew that whether it was the lands, the seas, or the eastern and western continents, almost all the living beings on the Soul Martial Continent had united under the banner of the Huaxia Empire.
Lin Qian could easily imagine the pressure Ye Xin had been under while handling all these matters alone, especially when he wasn’t there to support her.
Boom!
At that moment, the imperial aura of power within Lin Qian erupted fully, surging outward. His imperial robes solidified on his body—black with golden dragons, exuding an unmatched majesty.
The oppressive force of his aura expanded across the battlefield like a wave, and the entire undead army, as if suddenly restrained, moved sluggishly, no longer as fluid as before.
The pressure emanating from Lin Qian left the undead soldiers immobilized, giving the fighters on the battlefield much-needed relief.
At that point, Zhao Long and Yuan Zhizun had retreated to Lin Qian’s side, gazing at the Saint-level zombies ahead with somber expressions. It was clear that the enemy’s strength had exceeded their expectations.
It was then that Zhao Long noticed a sudden change within himself—his strength was increasing at an astonishing rate.
Shocked by this realization, Zhao Long glanced at Lin Qian in awe. "Your Majesty…"
"That’s right. I’ve already broken through," Lin Qian calmly responded to Zhao Long’s surprised expression, nodding slightly.
Hearing Lin Qian’s confirmation, Zhao Long’s excitement was palpable. The worry he had about the eleven Saint-level zombies vanished completely.
Now that the emperor had broken through, Zhao Long knew that his own strength would skyrocket as well. The Saint-level zombies before them would no longer pose a problem.
As his battle spirit surged, Zhao Long’s strength continued to grow at a terrifying pace. In mere moments, he reached the Saint-level.
When his aura finally stabilized, he had become a true Saint-level expert, even surpassing Yuan Zhizun in strength.
Yuan Zhizun, sensing the shift in Zhao Long’s power, was stunned. He hadn’t expected Zhao Long’s strength to increase so dramatically in such a short time.
Earlier, Zhao Long had been able to contend with Saint-level zombies while only at the Transcendence stage. Now that he had entered the Saint-level himself, it was hard to imagine the power he possessed.
"Unmatched!" Zhao Long shouted with enthusiasm, his face lighting up with excitement as he swung his mighty Tai Long Spear. His eyes locked onto the Saint-level zombies before him. "You cursed creatures dare to invade our Huaxia Empire? Your crimes are unforgivable! Die! Die! Die!"
Bathed in a golden light, Zhao Long’s soul power, imbued with the essence of Huaxia, surged forth. In an instant, he vanished from his spot, his spear moving like a dragon.
His first target was the Saint-level zombie from the otherworldly race that had attacked the Empress. Had Lin Qian not returned in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
If Ye Xin had died, Lin Qian would have been consumed with grief. This Saint-level zombie had nearly caused such sorrow to their supreme emperor—an unforgivable offense.
With sharp eyes, Zhao Long thrust his Tai Long Spear toward the zombie, the spearhead glowing with immense power. The air around it howled, the strike lethal and unstoppable.
Undead by nature, the creatures of the undead army feared nothing, including death.
The Saint-level zombie from the otherworldly race showed no fear in the face of Zhao Long’s spear. Instead, it willingly rushed forward to meet the attack head-on.
These zombies had undergone deathly tempering, their bodies as tough as steel. Ordinary weapons, even soul tools, couldn’t pierce them. Combined with their Saint-level strength, they were nearly invincible.
Even Yuan Zhizun had struggled to leave a lasting mark on them, finding it difficult to inflict any significant damage.
Pfft!
However, Zhao Long’s spear easily pierced through the zombie’s defending arms and struck its heart.
"Ha!" Zhao Long roared as the rotational force from his spear twisted and shattered the zombie’s body. Though deathly energy might allow a corpse to revive, with the body shattered like this, no amount of death energy could restore it.
With a single blow, Zhao Long had completely obliterated a Saint-level zombie.
As he pulled back his spear, Zhao Long immediately set his sights on the remaining ten Saint-level zombies. Like a tiger among sheep, he wielded his Tai Long Spear with such mastery that none of the zombies could withstand him.
Though their bodies were once nearly indestructible, they now crumbled under Zhao Long’s might, looking like a joke.
In fact, several people on the battlefield witnessed one of the zombies being smashed apart by Zhao Long’s spear, which boosted morale and ignited a wave of excitement among the troops.
Their fighting spirit surged, and the tide of battle shifted. The undead army began to fall back.
In the end, the undead soldiers retreated in a frenzy, while the victorious forces erupted in cheers.
Yet Lin Qian’s expression remained serious as he watched the retreating army of zombies.
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