Chapter 242 Michael takes action!
The team fought their way out of the city.

More than twenty high-level mages cooperated with each other and headed towards Shayuan at an extremely fast speed without the need for Han Ji and other super-level mages to take action.

But in the tide of the undead, the magical aura of the living was too obvious. When the team was halfway through the journey, the Mountain Corpse suddenly cast its sights in their direction.

Although the Mountain Corpse was not sure what humans wanted to do, it would definitely not let them get close to the Evil Abyss, so it strode over with big strides.

The Lord of the Underworld had a teasing look in his eyes. In his opinion, humans who wanted to approach the Evil Abyss were seeking death.

"Luckily there are only corpses of the mountain."

Han Ji breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Lord Haisha did not take any action. He then led several super-class mages to intercept the corpse on the mountain.

We will definitely not win by fighting, so just drag it out as long as you can.

"Let's go!"

Junfang's top brass shouted, and the team sped up.

An Yuan and Ai Jiangtu stood together, each doing their job in a low-key manner, thinking that as long as they delayed time, the catastrophe in the ancient capital would be resolved.

"An Yuan, there is a group of warriors blocking the road ahead, let's go and deal with them."

Ai Jiangtu extended an invitation.

"it is good."

Ai Jiangtu's space system ensures mobility, and An Yuan's thunder system is the source of destruction. The two of them work very well together and can easily deal with a group of generals.

"Then get ready."

Ai Jiangtu constructed a constellation and cast a spell to move An Yuan over, but after the magic was cast, the two of them remained standing.

"Oh no, the space... is blocked!"

Ai Jiangtu was shocked.

An Yuan was startled for a moment, and then he saw golden barriers rising up on all sides, instantly sealing the team inside. The rich light element was extremely sacred, and it instantly purified the extremely thick death energy.

Those warriors, and even the undead within a thousand-meter radius, turned into smoke and disappeared in an instant as long as they were exposed to the holy light.

Inside the light barrier, there was not a single undead soul left for a moment.

"what's going on?"

Mo Fan cleverly brought Zhang Xiaohou and Mu Ningxue closer to An Yuan.

An Yuan was also unsure of the situation. Whether it was his plan or the original work, there shouldn't be such a powerful light-type person.

And even if by accident a light master appeared in the ancient capital, why didn't he deal with the undead, but intercept them?

Suddenly, An Yuan raised his head sharply.

In the center of the holy light ban, a white-robed wizard descended from the sky, looking down at the ground with indifferent eyes, high above without any emotion.

An Yuan immediately recognized the other person. He was the foreign wizard he met some time ago!

"Who is your Excellency?"

Master Jun's representative asked in a deep voice.

Michael was too lazy to pay attention to the dying ant. He glanced in the direction of Sha Yuan and raised his right hand high.

The dim sky was torn apart by the strong light, and a magnificent sword of holy light fell straight down, like the power of heaven's punishment, sentencing the criminals to death!

Light-type Super-class Mage·Holy Decree·Sky-Splitting Sword!
"You lowly heretic who dared to disturb my plan deserves death. (Germany)"

Michael retracted his gaze and looked at the Mountain Corpse, Han Ji and others who had stopped fighting because of the Sky-Splitting Holy Sword not far away.

"Since we have seen it, let's die together. (Germany)"

Although Michael ignored the mages on the ground, the Holy Sky-Splitting Sword he summoned fell from the sky unstoppably, locking onto everyone's breath and leaving them nowhere to escape!
Faced with the sudden attack of super-level magic, the mages were somewhat at a loss, and more of a despair.

"This...why?"

Mo Fan murmured before he died.

A powerful human being can summon the Holy Sword of Sky-Splitting with a wave of his hand. Why doesn't he stand up and kill the undead? Why does he want to kill them!

……

"An Yuan!" The light of the Sky-Splitting Holy Sword spread into the ancient capital. People could not see what was happening in the distance and just thought it was magic cast by the high-level officials.

Standing in front of the dead king who was made up of millions of heads, Ying turned his head in horror!

Ying was able to share An Yuan's senses, and his heart skipped a beat when he looked at the powerful magic of the super-level three heavenly species.

This kind of magic would instantly injure not only An Yuan's original body, but also the corpse of the mountain!

We must rescue him!
At the same time, An Xin in the ancient capital also changed his expression.

The two women couldn't think of a solution, so they just wanted to teleport to An Yuan's side through the connection in dreams and try to block the Sky-Splitting Holy Sword for him.

'Don't be afraid, I'm here.'

At the critical moment, An Xi's cold voice was heard, which made the two women regain their composure and stare blankly at the Holy Sword of Sky-Splitting Falling in the distant sky.

Can the power of dreams block magic of this level?

……

Can the Dream Element block the Sky-Splitting Holy Sword?

An Yuan looked up at the mighty holy sword falling, and An Xi's thought body appeared in his spiritual world, bringing with it all the power of dreams.

"Dreams are real."

The dreamy eyes shone brightly, and tremendous magical energy evaporated in an instant.

The next moment, the Sky-Splitting Holy Sword fell and sank deep into the earth. The rich light element instantly purified the lingering aura of the undead, leaving behind traces that seemed to be real, dyeing the entire space with shining golden light.

The Sky-Splitting Holy Sword existed for five seconds before it turned into light and dissipated. The Light Barrier also disappeared along with it, leaving behind only the bright land that was difficult to dissipate due to the golden light and a huge bottomless crack.

Han Ji stared at this scene in a daze, his fists clenched, his eyes red, and his murderous intent locked onto Michael's figure:
"I'll fuck you!"

Han Ji's eyes were filled with tears of hatred.

Even if it was a sneak attack by a demon, Han Ji would not collapse like this.

But that's human!
A human being who can quickly cast super-class magic, at least at the semi-forbidden spell level!
That Heaven-Splitting Holy Sword not only cut off the ancient capital's last hope, but also cut off An Yuan, Ai Jiangtu, Mo Fan, Mu Ningxue... their future hopes!

"Sarang, I will never forgive you!!"

Han Ji racked his brains but could not imagine that the white-robed wizard in front of him would be Michael from the Holy City. He just deduced that he was from Saran.

At this moment, his hatred for Saran reached its peak.

Michael was pleased to see this happen, and looked down at Han Ji and the others and the mountain corpse with sarcasm:

He planned to kill Han Ji and others, but not harm the corpse on the mountain.

Because Michael was not sure whether the Ancient King would take action after injuring the Mountain Corpse.

He will not display forbidden spell-level combat power, and will only use super-level magic to deal with Han Ji and others.

In this way, the corpse of the mountain will be left unrestrained, and the ancient capital will be destroyed. Michael will be able to display the holy light at the most critical moment and retire with his mission accomplished.

Thinking of this, Michael planned to release the Sky-Splitting Sword again.

The super-level light magic has the ability to lock. His target is Han Ji. As long as the Mountain Corpse retreats in time, he will definitely not be injured.

"Holy Sky-Splitting—Hmm?"

Michael suddenly covered his forehead and looked behind him in surprise.

At some point, a man wearing a plain linen robe, with his feet exposed, and a white tiger mask appeared in the sky.

"You're going to attack me mentally?"

Michael laughed sarcastically, "Interesting, but too weak!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Sky-Splitting Holy Sword locked onto An Yuan and dropped from the sky!

As a forbidden spell, Michael's spirit is in the ninth realm.

As an angel, Michael has maximum resistance.

An Yuan was at the seventh spiritual realm, and even when he and An Xi released a combined impact, they were unable to interrupt Michael's magic release!

(End of this chapter)