Crack crack~
The claws of the Ghostly Commander had entirely turned to stone, emanating a solid luster. Accompanied by faint cracking sounds, vast gray-white radiance spread out, and the petrification extended from its arms to its entire body.
The Wraith Commander solidified into a stone statue suspended midair. Behind it, the mist shattered into large fragments and crumbled into mud, continuously shedding from its floating form.
Lu Jun seized the opportunity and swiftly outlined a star map. In a single thought, he unleashed two mid-tier spells.
Space Rift, Stacked Storm!
This was his strongest offensive combo—Metal's Sharp Tribulation Aura combined with Space's defense-breaking amplification enough to injure even a tank-type Commander.
Buzz buzz buzz! A black-gold dragon-patterned sword shot up, transforming above his head into twenty-one interwoven streaks of black light. The golden sword aura surged, forming a platinum web that descended, its body flowing with noble silver patterns, almost seamlessly merged.
The metallic storm spun rapidly, slicing through the void and leaving behind countless fine black cracks. In an instant, it shredded the stone statue of the Pale Ghost Commander into powder.
At the same time, the surrounding white mist surged violently, disturbed by the aura of apocalyptic death, creating a hundred-meter radius vacuum as if filtered clean.
Roar! Thousands of shattered stone pieces rained down. Threads of soul energy barely escaped the seals of the stone fragments and reassembled midair into a ghostly form the size of a small mountain.
However, the soul form of the Pale Ghost Commander was extremely faint, clearly having suffered heavy damage. Its emotional fluctuations brimmed with panic as it tried to drift away.
Fortunately, it was a specter had it been a blood-flesh general, the sibling duo's pincer attack would've already ended it.
But how could Lu Jun allow a cooked duck to fly away? His eyes flashed black and white. From the center of his brow, an illusory Psychic Sword burst forth.
A streak of brilliance shot out. Time and space froze. Eternal light rain danced as it instantly pierced through the Wraith.
Boom!
The already heavily wounded soul form of the Pale Ghost Commander exploded on the spot. A mass of white mist hissed and scattered.
At the original spot, a fragment of a ghost moon condensed and slowly descended, merging into the White Tiger Pendant.
Lu Jun took a moment to look inward and was slightly pleased. As expected of a ghost-type demon, though lacking materials like alien bones and blood, the exchanged soul essence was of very high quality.
Even as a remnant soul, the energy it contained far exceeded that of a typical Commander-level.
Within the white mist, because the Commander had been killed too quickly, countless ghostly shadows stirred in all directions. A sharp scream came from another Wraith General hidden in the deepest part, seemingly furious.
The next moment, hundreds of ghostly figures surged forth. White shadows flickered in a terrifying spectacle, like a tide of demonic spirits.
Lu Jun's expression turned icy. He released magic, striking preemptively using death to stop death.
Above the two of them, the Nether Realm opened. Layer upon layer of spiderwebs descended, weaving into a black-red Cursed Well World that engulfed the approaching ghosts.
The Cursed Well instantly hoisted up dozens of fierce ghosts. These creatures hung like puppets on strings. Coupled with the dim black-red background, it resembled a haunting and eerie Gothic opera house.
Then, with a thought, twenty-one flying swords darted through the evil spider webs, stirring up a shrill storm.
Boom! Boom! Boom! As the dark sword aura slashed through warrior-level ghosts, streaks of gray-white Tribulation Aura were triggered, tearing the ghostly bodies and making them explode on the spot.
Rows upon rows of ghost shadows fell like mown grass. In mere moments, dozens were exterminated.
On the other side, Lu Mei was no less formidable. Her body was engulfed in golden-red flames. Star maps of flame intersected, forming Fire-element Constellations, unleashing a torrential rain from the heavens.
A large expanse of dazzling golden fire clouds spread through the mist. The scorching heat quickly invaded the fog, burning with a searing hiss.
Outside, many mages looked up and saw the blazing red evening glow in the sky, stunned.
Dozens of towering warrior-level ghost spirits bathed in the sea of flames. Overhead, fireballs rained down like meteorites.
With sixfold amplification from a top-tier Soul Flame, all were turned into humanoid fireballs. The screams of ghost demons echoed through the sky as they were incinerated into ashes, drifting down in a gray shower.
Such combat strength was expected of the high-tier. Mo Fan's High-Tier Fire with a soul seed could also instantly kill over a dozen warrior-class foes.
The sibling pair's wave of slaughter directly wiped out over a hundred warrior-level ghost spirits faster than the other two battlefields.
Of course, if Du Xiao Fei Jiao were willing to expend a large amount of magic energy to cast a Super-tier spell, a single skill might annihilate an entire legion. But they had to conserve magic energy.
Buzz buzz buzz!
Strands of soul essence and remnants rose into the air, all converging into the White Tiger Pendant.
Lu Jun didn't have time to observe. A large number of ghost Warriors followed close behind, the terrifying aura they gathered surging like a tidal wave.
Two hundred warrior-class undead attacking together even Super Tier mages would find it troublesome. Human bodies were just too fragile.
He didn't dare to face them head-on. With a thought, the Ghost Mother emerged, enveloped him, and they turned into a gust of wind, diving underground.
His sister was even faster. Wings fluttered behind her, her figure agile and graceful, weaving effortlessly through the gaps.
Deep within the ghost mist, one of the ghost lieutenants was extremely cunning. After seeing its companions suffer heavy losses and fall, it did not show itself easily.
Now, sensing an opportunity, its ghostly figure finally appeared, silently sneaking up behind Lu Mei. It revealed a sinister grin and extended a massive claw to dig out her heart.
At that moment, Lu Mei let out a soft laugh. Her alluring figure overlapped with another silhouette an endless sea of flames surged out, and an overwhelming monarch's pressure exploded forth.
The Flame Witch shed her shell and spun around, seizing the ghost lieutenant's massive claw. She cast her demonic magic, and within several hundred meters, a forest of fiery maple leaves sprang up.
As crimson leaves drifted down, the mountainous ghost lieutenant was slowly incinerated into nothingness, completely unable to resist.
With the fall of the two leading ghost lieutenants, the ghost army wavered. Many ghost generals showed signs of panic.
Lu Jun surfaced from underground, mercilessly beating the fallen enemies while they were down. He wielded his Space, Metal, Curse, and Psychic magic effortlessly, slaughtering the remaining two hundred ghost Warrior.
Within the White Tiger Pendant, a massive amount of soul essence flowed in. Combined with the million-scale battlefield below, the Blood Lake surged to new heights.
Roughly counting: seven complete warrior-class soul essences and three merged from fragments ten warrior-class soul essences in total.
Seeing this, Lu Jun was overjoyed. If he used them to upgrade High Tier spells, he could strengthen a hundred Level Four stars. If used for Basic Tier, reaching Level Five would be easy.
The Undead Battlefield truly was a treasure trove for collecting soul essences.
But he chose neither. None of his High Tier elements were fully mastered to Level Three, and upgrading Basic Tier spells now would be wasteful.
Seven complete warrior-class soul essences could be sold for over one hundred million. That would be more than enough to buy a Galaxy Vein.
He had a hunch after the Ancient Capital expedition, a massive breakthrough awaited him. Mastery over all High Tier spells wasn't far off.
Moments later, the three separate squads each eliminated one undead legion and quickly regrouped.
Within the team, the High Tier mages looked at Lu Jun and his sister with newfound reverence.
Mo Fan's expression was one of surprise. Had he been dropped into any of the three legions, his chances of survival would've been slim let alone wiping them out this quickly.
Unknowingly, the siblings from Bo City had already developed the aura of true powerhouses, capable of carrying the banner of humanity and fighting at the front lines of the demon empire.
Han Ji nodded solemnly and gave a firm command: "Full army, advance quickly!"
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