Full-Time Magister: Super Mage

Chapter 402 The Remnant Soul of the Ancient King, Terrifying Spatial Binding

It was cold, very cold; a biting wind blew across the altar.

Xue Ling transformed into a stream of light and merged into Jiang Han's body. Immediately afterward, Jiang Han's silver hair began to grow wildly, eventually reaching the ground. His bones also cracked, and his muscles expanded evenly. The intense pain emanating from his soul almost made Jiang Han roar out loud.

As the blood-red ice mist dissipated, Jiang Han's body had grown to over three meters tall, his long, silvery-white hair cascading down to his calves.

The silver patterns on Jiang Han's body were exceptionally conspicuous, and the surging power captivated him, but the pain deep within his soul was still unbearable.

Jiang Han was certain that if his soul realm hadn't reached the peak of the fifth realm, the pain wouldn't have been any weaker than the last time he was demonized.

Thinking of this, Jiang Han stretched out his hand with sharp claws, and a blue-purple potion appeared in his palm. He squeezed the potion bottle and crushed it, then precisely controlled the flow of the potion into his mouth. You have to admit, it tasted a little sweet.

The bluish-purple potion flowed down his throat into his abdomen, and instantly the pain deep within Jiang Han's soul vanished.

After taking the Soul Amplification Potion, Jiang Han felt that his control over various powers had improved to a very subtle level. At this moment, two dragon roars sounded, one from Long Er beside him, and the other from the Bridge of Nine Deaths and One Life.

To Zhan Kong's astonishment, a spatial fluctuation appeared on a certain surface of the Nine Deaths and One Life Bridge, followed by the emergence of a skeletal Nether Dragon nearly a thousand meters long. To Jiang Han's surprise, the dragon's strength had reached the peak of the Lesser Monarch level, which suggested that the dragon had devoured a considerable amount of soul fire and undead crystals in the Gate of Death.

"Ooh!!" The dragon that flew out from the Gate of Death let out a loud dragon roar.

The blood-black mist enveloped Long Da's jade-like bones. With a gentle flap of its nearly 100-meter-long bone wings, Long Da flew directly above the altar. The ancient king's remnant soul on the Blood Throne glanced at Long Da and Long Er.

"Two undead at the level of minor monarchs are quite good, but they're still a bit lacking when it comes to stopping the spatial teleportation of the Abyss of Fiends." A hoarse voice came from the remnant soul of the ancient king.

"Yes, with my current strength alone, Long Da and Long Er are naturally not enough," Jiang Han, now in his demonic form, agreed.

Immediately, a towering cloud of blood-black mist erupted from Jiang Han's body. As if summoned by some force, Long Da's nearly thousand-meter-long white jade skeleton suddenly dispersed and transformed into a ferocious dragon bone armor that enveloped Jiang Han. The white bone armor was covered with blood-black patterns.

Upon seeing Jiang Han don that ferocious dragon bone armor, a hint of surprise flashed in the ancient king's blood-red eyes.

If the demonized Jiang Han was barely acceptable, the current Jiang Han is worthy of his attention.

"Ooh!!" Long Er followed closely behind, transforming into a dragon bone sword that landed in Jiang Han's hand.

The Dragon Bone Sword was also covered with blood-ink patterns, which gave it a sinister aura, making it seem like a king's sword from hell.

Just when Zhan Kong thought it was over, a stunningly beautiful white-haired woman slowly materialized beside Jiang Han. Nine white fox tails swayed behind her, and she exuded a suffocating aura.

"How about this?" Jiang Han asked, gazing at the ancient remnant soul of the king on the Blood Throne.

"You newcomer, you are qualified to fight me." The ancient king slowly rose from the blood throne.

"Teacher Zhan Kong, I will open a spatial passage in a moment. You take Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou and the others and leave here. As for what happens next, leave it to me." Jiang Han gripped the Dragon Bone Sword and turned to Zhan Kong, who was still in a daze, and said.

"Aren't Mo Fan and the others still trapped in the Gate of Death?" Zhan Kong didn't react for a moment.

Jiang Han did not answer directly, but instead gripped the Dragon Bone Sword tightly. Immediately afterward, the Dragon Bone Sword was enveloped in silvery-white spatial power. To Zhan Kong's astonishment, he swung the sword fiercely towards the Bridge of Nine Deaths and One Life.

A silvery-white sword aura slashed out, shattering the space in its path, and finally creating a spatial rift tens of meters long above the Bridge of Nine Deaths and One Life.

Through the spatial rift, one could clearly see Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou, and Su Xiaoluo struggling to withstand the onslaught of the zombie horde on the gray earth. As for Jiang Han's White Bone Lizard Demons, apart from a dozen or so that had successfully advanced to the Commander level, there were less than thirty White Bone Lizard Demons still alive.

A spatial rift suddenly appeared in the sky, which quickly caught Mo Fan's attention, and he immediately started cursing.

"Damn it, this death trap really doesn't give us any way out!"

Not long after Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou, and Su Xiaoluo entered the Death Gate, several spatial vortexes appeared in the sky, followed by a rain of rotting corpses, skeletons, and ghosts falling from the vortexes.

Among the thousands of undead, there was a berserk zombie king who had reached the monarch level, and five zombie ministers and bone ministers who were commanders. Apart from them, there were some undead of servant level and warrior level. I don't know whether to say it was good luck or just good luck.

Upon seeing the Monarch-level Berserk Corpse Lord, Mo Fan immediately cursed. Fortunately, the Berserk Corpse Lord was only at the peak of the Lesser Monarch level, which Long Da, as a Skeleton Nether Dragon, could handle. As for the five Commander-level Corpse Ministers and Bone Ministers, they were held back by more than twenty White Bone Lizard Demons.

If Long Da hadn't devoured a large amount of soul fire during the battle, reaching the peak of the Lesser Monarch level and tearing the Berserk Corpse King apart, Mo Fan and the others would definitely be facing far more than just the zombie horde.

As for the five Corpse Ministers and Bone Ministers, they were killed by more than twenty Bone Lizard Demons. Only six of the more than twenty Bone Lizard Demons managed to advance to the Commander level.

Just when Mo Fan thought that a large number of undead were falling from the crack again, he, Zhang Xiaohou, and Su Xiaoluo were suddenly bound by the space around them and moved closer to the spatial crack.

"Damn it, what's going on? Could it be that some high-level undead is attacking us?" Mo Fan struggled frantically, trying to break free from the spatial constraints around him, but unfortunately, even his Shadow-type Shadow Step couldn't escape these constraints.

"Xiao Hou, are we going to die?" Su Xiaoluo asked, her voice trembling.

"This isn't a spatial vortex; maybe it's not undead that's capturing us," Zhang Xiaohou said, trying to comfort them.

As they drew closer to the spatial rift, Mo Fan, the usually impatient fellow, gradually calmed down. There was no way to break free from this spatial constraint; he wouldn't sit idly by if there was even the slightest chance.

(Under normal circumstances, all twenty-odd white bone lizard demons could potentially perish, but they can recover and advance by devouring soul fire or undead crystals. This is why there are situations where warrior-level demons fight to the death against commander-level demons. If it were a normal commander-level demon fighting against a lizard demon, it would be uncertain whether even one would survive.)

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