Chapter 129: First Hearing of the Monarch's Ghost
The ghost-faced wool spider wrapped in flames was burned to ashes directly. Tu Meng had no mind to care about what was happening behind him.

He knew in his heart that there was no way such a servant-level demon could survive his flames.

What followed was a sprint. All the muscles in his body were tensed at this moment, and his speed was as fast as if it was powered by a wind track.

Thunder was wrapped around his arms, arcs of electricity crackling constantly around him.

"Thunder Seal!"

“Whick!”

Densely packed lightning seals were interwoven by Tu Meng into a lightning whip. Purple light continued to surge, and electric arcs were like knives and snakes, tightly wrapped around the lightning whip.

As Tu Meng swung his right hand, the thunder whip turned into an arc of light and hit several nearby ghost-faced wool spiders hard.

The paralyzing effect of the arc lightning penetrated them at once, and electric currents surged through all the muscles in their bodies, making them unable to move.

Looking at the stiff ghost spiders, Tu Meng killed them with a single fire attack.

In the end, only one Ghost Spider Warrior was left, who was on his way. He was staring at Jiang Shang and others downstairs from a high floor, shouting miserably, trying to intimidate his opponents.

The wine-red flame was so powerful that it made Jiang Shang thoughtful.

The fire that can allow a basic magic to kill a general-level demon must not be something that a mere spirit seed can do.

It must be a soul seed!
And the power multiplier must be very high, at least close to six times.

I just don’t know whether this soul kind has a domain or not?

Just as Jiang Shang was thinking, the Ghost Spider Warrior danced its eight legs quickly and swooped down from the sixth floor.

From the huge mouth with fangs, smelly and poisonous green liquid surged and gushed directly towards Tu Meng.

At the same time, Tu Meng on the fourth floor did not move, and the burgundy star map under his feet was also completed.

Seven wine-red and burning star tracks flashed by and turned into boundless flames that gathered on Tu Meng's wrist.

"Fire Fist!!"

Fires flickered, and a flaming fist as big as a wall was blasted out by Tu Meng. The wine-red flame was so hot that the air near the fist could be seen to be distorted.

The venom sprayed out by the ghost-faced spider was burned up by the whistling high-temperature flames, leaving only a sizzling sound.

When the Ghost-Faced Spider saw this scene and felt the unparalleled power of this fierce punch, he immediately realized that these people were not people he could afford to provoke.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

The walls of the building were all made of carved marble bricks inlaid together. Even though the Ghost-Faced Spider's legs were as sharp as a knife, it was unable to turn around and dodge quickly.

What's more, the entire building is covered by the Fiery Fist, and the only way to escape is to smash the wall and leave the building.

But the time wasted in doing so was clearly not enough for it to escape.

In the end, the Ghost-Faced Spider had no room to dodge and was directly hit head-on by Tu Meng's fierce fist.

The wine-red flames burned its body, and in less than two seconds, it turned into ashes.

Then the fierce fist continued to hit the ceiling of the sixth floor with great force. The tremendous force even caused cracks to appear on the floor.

The ashes from the explosion were also turned into black dust, flying around in a disorderly manner.

Seeing that the fierce fist was about to smash the ceiling of the sixth floor, Mr. Li, who was worried that it would damage the structure of the building, was about to take action.

"Guangyou."

But Jiang Shang's thoughts were faster than his.

[Space Rhythm - Compression]! ! Silver threads appeared out of thin air next to the wine-red Fist, then intertwined and entangled, turning into a six-sided cube that contained the Fist.

Jiang Shang's right hand clenched into thin air.

The silver cube began to shrink slowly, continuously compressing the Fiery Fist inside.

When it was as big as a basketball, Jiang Shang felt that his willpower had reached its limit, so he threw the cube out of the window on the fifth floor.

Only after controlling the space cube to fly hundreds of meters did he withdraw the thoughts applied to it.

"boom!!!"

After Jiang Shang withdrew his intention, the compressed cube quickly expanded and then exploded.

The compressed Fierce Fist suddenly broke free and looked like a large firework released into the air, which was very beautiful.

But this kind of beauty is like a rose with thorns, gorgeous and dangerous.

"Any more? Come again!" After seeing his fierce punch being sent out, Tu Meng shouted again unwillingly.

He wanted to attract more demons and let himself kill them.

"Stop shouting. There were only a few demons, and you killed them all." Jiang Shang shouted helplessly.

"Tch, it's boring."

When Tu Meng heard Jiang Shang's words, he realized that there were no more demons in the building and snorted.

After Jiang Shang confirmed that there were no monsters in the building, everyone's progress became easier.

If it weren't for the faint roars of demons that could be heard near the building, I would have thought they were here for a picnic.

Soon, Jiang Shang and his friends reached the rooftop of the building via the stairs.

Looking at the dilapidated city below, Jiang Shang sighed: "It's so desolate. There are not many cities suitable for human habitation, and here is another deserted one. I don't know if we can recover the lost land in the future."

"This city was once considered a second-tier city. Its suburbs are so large that it is unimaginable, not to mention the entire city that has turned into a demonic land. Without a few elite troops, there is no way to re-plan this place into the human map.

Even if the demon leopards that once occupied this place evacuate, there are still the undead left over from the Song Dynasty entrenched in the north, and that is where we need to deal with the key and difficult issues.”

Mr. Li shook his head and said, his words full of regret.

"The undead in Songling should not be as powerful as the undead in the ancient capital, so why do humans still want to withdraw from here?" Tu Meng asked.

"It's very simple. The ancient capital's undead are outside the city walls. There are tall and thick city walls, as well as highly skilled Drum Tower magicians. But there is nothing here in Gongcheng. We can only watch as the city is given to the demons."

“And even if the undead here are not as powerful as those in the ancient capital, there are still monarch-level undead!” said Old Li.

"The monarch's ghost!" Meng Ziyi shouted in shock.

As a necromancer, he knew clearly how difficult it was to defeat undead creatures.

Even with the presence of light magic, it would take a lot of hard work by a group of magicians to kill an undead of the same level.

What's more, the higher the level of the undead demon, the higher its resistance to general light magic.

It would be very difficult to fight the undead without a powerful light magician leading the team.

However, many students who awaken the light system at the initial stage are mostly from ordinary families or civilian families.

It is too difficult for them to grow up. Even the consortiums and forces are unwilling to train a light magician.

"Yes, the monarch's ghost, you don't have to be surprised. When the people of Gongcheng retreated, a high-level wizard with great skills and courage went to Songling to check the situation. Although no one knew what happened, the roar that resounded throughout the world that day and the overwhelming pressure all pointed to one problem, that is, the monarch's ghost. And that high-level wizard was also buried in Songling, and no one has ever seen him again." said Old Li.

(End of this chapter)