Chapter 1670: Chapter 201 Immortal Evil Witch King_2
The golden light on the Pope’s Divine Wand shimmered, complementing his golden ritual robe, making him appear immensely dignified. In a deep voice, he said, "Immediately have the dark alien race retreat to the outskirts of the Death Mountain Range, awaiting my further orders; otherwise, my next strike will be ten bolts of Divine Judgment lightning." With his level of cultivation, controlling this Level Eight Magic was relatively easy.
The Moon King and the Wing King had their expressions change at the scene just witnessed. Especially when they realized that standing before them were not only four Red Robe Priests and the Pope, but also the Four Sword Saints. They were suddenly filled with hesitation. Being on the side of darkness, they treasured their lives immensely. As they considered a way to slip away, they heard an ethereal voice, "What’s so remarkable about Divine Judgment? Even if there were ten, a hundred, or a thousand, what could it do to me?"
Hearing this voice, both Ah Dai and the Pope trembled simultaneously. With their level of cultivation, they were unaware of another person nearby, which left them astounded. To prevent any unforeseen mishaps, the Pope gritted his teeth and fully activated Divine Judgment. The golden clouds in the sky suddenly brightened, and with the rumbling of thunder, dozens of thick bolts of lightning crashed down in rows.
The ethereal voice and lightning arrived simultaneously, "Can such a trivial light hold any brilliance?" Suddenly, from somewhere, a large mass of dense black fog appeared, floating beneath the feet of Ah Dai and the others. The multitude of lightning bolts, apart from claiming a few lives of the winged people, were entirely absorbed by the black fog, disappearing without a trace, like a stone sinking into the sea.
Everyone was in shock. Being able to easily neutralize the attacks of the Divine Judgment’s dozens of bolts of energy demonstrated the newcomer’s cultivation had reached an unbelievable realm. Ah Dai tightened his grip on the Sumeru Sword, retreating to the side of the Pope and the four Red Robe Priests, ready to adapt at any moment.
Seeing that the threat of Divine Judgment was gone, the Moon King and the Wing King rejoiced, retreating to maintain a certain distance from Ah Dai and the others, ready to attack at any moment. The black fog, which had neutralized Divine Judgment, began to solidify, and the ethereal voice rang out again, "Humans, managing to kill Harsfin was truly not easy. However, you’ve come this far, but don’t dream of advancing any further. The grand project of darkness is not something you can disrupt." This voice emanated from the coalescing mass of black fog, about five meters in diameter. Ah Dai’s heart trembled as he said solemnly, "Are you the Immortal Evil Witch King Nazgul?"
The black fog paused briefly before responding, "Seems you are quite familiar with us undead creatures! Yes, I am one of the three sovereigns of the Death Mountain Range, the Immortal Evil Witch King Nazgul. Since you’ve come today, don’t think about leaving. Moon King, take your people back to the main peak; your task is to protect the altar. Leave this place to me."
The Moon King was extremely respectful towards the Immortal Evil Witch King Nazgul. He quickly agreed and, along with the Wing King, led the elite winged people to withdraw. With the threat of Nazgul present, Ah Dai and the Pope, along with the others, did not pursue but quietly amassed their energy. Although Nazgul was powerful, they believed that the collective strength of the Four Sword Saints, the Pope, and the four Red Robe Priests could certainly contend with him. Ah Dai slowly advanced, coldly saying, "Nazgul, stop deluding yourself. Evil will never defeat justice; the ultimate victory will always belong to us. The one who should surrender is you."
Listening to Ah Dai’s firm words, Nazgul showed no anger. A cold laughter erupted, and the black clouds subtly rippled, retreating instead of advancing, swiftly drifting backward. In the moment of Ah Dai and the others’ astonishment, it had already flown several hundred meters away. Simultaneously, large numbers of bone birds surged out from the black fog, rapidly charging towards everyone.
A glint flashed in Ah Dai’s eyes; he knew that Nazgul had begun using his ability to summon undead creatures. The bone birds before him differed from those at the first gate of the Mountain Range of the Undead; these were slightly larger and had black mist enveloping them. They fiercely charged towards everyone. Ah Dai, holding the Sumeru Sword with both hands, shouted, and a golden sword light suddenly slashed out. That majestic, grand momentum immediately invigorated those on his side, snapping them out of the astonishment caused by Nazgul’s appearance.
Under the immense power of the golden Light Blade, the light flashed, and countless bone birds in the center were reduced to powder at once. The golden light continued its momentum, charging straight towards the black fog. Ah Dai understood that only by eliminating Nazgul’s main body could the summoned undead creatures completely vanish. Just as the golden light was about to cleave into the black fog, a sudden change occurred. The black fog, originally solidified into one mass, suddenly split into two halves, drifting to either side, narrowly avoiding Ah Dai’s strike. In the constant quivering of the twin black fogs, fiery undead spiders and polar undead spiders followed the earlier bone birds, together rushing towards Ah Dai.
Ah Dai’s reinforcements had arrived. Yun Ying, Goshawk, and Harry brought blue, red, and green light, respectively, charging to his side, aligning their energies with Ah Dai’s Sumeru Sword. The four substantial strands of fighting spirit collectively struck at the enemies before them. The combined power of the Four Sword Saints was terrifying. Even though the summoned bone birds and polar undead spiders had been augmented, they had no hope against such vast and grand attacks. Where the four colors of light blazed through, the bone birds and polar undead spiders vanished one by one. These lower and mid-tier polar undead spiders had no capacity to slightly impede the combined assault of the Four Sword Saints.
