Chapter 264. Into the Underworld (Part )
The Skeleton Monarch was wearing a set of gorgeous armor made of bones, holding a huge bone sickle in his hand, the sickle blade flashing with cold light. In its empty eye sockets burned a dark blue flame, which was endless anger and fighting spirit.

The Corpse King took the lead in attacking, it opened its arms and pounced on the enemy Dark Sword Master. The Dark Sword Master was not to be outdone, and cast dark magic, shooting black rays at the Corpse King. The Corpse King did not dodge, allowing the rays to hit him, leaving charred marks on his rotten body, but his speed did not slow down at all, and he rushed to the Dark Sword Master in an instant, swung his claws fiercely, and the Dark Sword Master was pushed back dozens of meters.

The Skeleton Lord brandished his bone sickle and engaged in a fierce battle with the Dark Sword Master.

The bone sickle collided with the Dark Sword Master's weapon, splashing countless sparks. The Skeleton Lord flexibly turned his body to avoid the Dark Sword Master's attack, and at the same time took the opportunity to counterattack. The bone sickle scratched the Dark Sword Master's armor, leaving a deep mark.

With the appearance of the two dead kings, the battle situation was once again balanced. However, as the monarch-level dead kings appeared one after another, the battle became more and more intense.

On the battlefield, the Corpse King was surrounded by billowing black smoke, and every time he swung his claws, a sharp gust of wind was brought up, and sand and rocks flew everywhere. Its opponent, the Dark Sword Master, cast a strange shadow spell, turning into a group of dark mists, trying to confuse the Corpse King's vision. But the Corpse King, with his keen perception, always accurately captured the Dark Sword Master's position at the critical moment and gave him a fatal blow.

The battle between the Skeleton Lord and the Dark Sword Master was even more thrilling. The Skeleton Lord swung the bone sickle tightly, forming a white light and shadow.

The Dark Sword Master wielded his heavy scepter, and dazzling sparks flew with every impact. The ground beneath their feet cracked and sank under the powerful impact, and the surrounding undeads moved away, fearing that they would be dragged into the aftermath of this terrible battle.

The other undead were also fighting desperately. The corpses surged forward like a tide, using their broken bodies to resist the enemy's attacks. The skeleton warriors were closely arranged in formation, constantly firing bone arrows at the enemy. The evil spirits circled in the air, waiting for an opportunity to swoop down, biting the enemy with their sharp claws and fangs.

The Egyptian undead were not to be outdone. The mummies released the power of curse, slowing down the movements of the ancient undead. The sarcophagus defenders took heavy steps and smashed the huge sarcophagus at the enemy, causing chaos.

The entire battlefield seemed to be in chaos, with darkness and the breath of death intertwined. The shouts, roars, and clashes of weapons intertwined into a symphony of death. Every moment, undead fell and turned into wisps of black smoke that dissipated in the air, but the fighting will of both sides became more and more determined, and neither side was willing to retreat.

Qin Jun stood on a high place, staring at the battlefield with an extremely firm expression. The undead in the ancient capital burst out with even more powerful strength, and started a thrilling and desperate fight with the Egyptian undead.

“Ka-ka-ka-ka!!!!”

“Ka-ka-ka-ka!!!!”

At this moment, a pharaoh-level mummy monarch led his most elite army of ruthless swords and deadpools to invade the battlefield!

Compared to other undead, the fighting power of the Sword Deadpool was terrifying, and its strength was many times greater than that of ordinary undead! They moved in unison, with the swords in their hands flashing with a cold light, and every swing of the sword carried a killing momentum.

Seeing this, the Skeleton Lord, one of the Eight Dead Kings, rushed out with a roar!
It flew out, and a large army of blood-red skeletons instantly filled the battlefield behind it!
Obviously, Egypt has the Deadpool, but Daxia also has the Blood Demon Skeleton.

The blood demon skeletons had blazing blood flames burning in their eye sockets, and the bone knives in their hands exuded a bloody smell. They faced the sword-wielding deadpool fearlessly, and the two sides collided in an instant, erupting with earth-shaking power fluctuations.

The Skeleton Lord and the Pharaoh-class Mummy Lord confronted each other in the air, and the powerful aura of death collided with each other, causing the surrounding space to distort. The Skeleton Lord waved his bone claws, and a blood-red light shot towards the Mummy Lord, while the Mummy Lord uttered a dark curse and turned into a black wave to meet the light. On the battlefield below, the Fiend Sword Deadpool and the Blood Demon Skeleton were fighting hard. Every swing of the Fiend Sword could chop the bones of the Blood Demon Skeleton; and the Blood Demon Skeleton's bone knife was not to be outdone, and every slash could leave deep marks on the Fiend Sword Deadpool.

Soldiers from both sides kept falling, but were quickly replaced by those behind them, and the battle fell into a fierce stalemate.

In this fierce battle, every minute and every second is filled with blood and killing. It is still unknown who will win this cruel battle in the end...

The dark energy storm raged in the center of the battlefield, sucking in countless undead souls and crushing them into dust. The fight between the blood-red skeleton army and the sword-wielding deadpool became more and more brutal, with broken limbs flying all over the sky, and the smell of blood and rot filled the air.

The pharaoh-level mummy monarch kept chanting ancient and evil spells, and black rays shot out from his fingertips, hitting the skeleton lord. The skeleton lord roared in pain, but his counterattack was even more fierce, and blazing blood flames burned on his bone claws. Every attack carried the power to destroy the world.

On the other side of the battlefield, ordinary undead warriors were also fighting desperately. The corpses were tearing each other's bodies apart, the evil spirits were screaming, and the bones of the skeleton warriors were constantly broken in the fierce collision. Every inch of land was stained with blood and dark power, as if telling the cruelty of this battle.

Qin Jun had no intention of moving at all. After all, this was just the first battle.

Khufu was right when he said that war is never a matter of one day or one night. What Qin Jun needs right now is to gain a foothold in the underworld.

Khufu has ruled the underworld for a long, long time, and this is undoubtedly his home ground.

Therefore, the key to this battle is who can persist longer!

On the battlefield, the shouts of killing were still deafening, and the undead on both sides were still fighting desperately. Qin Jun's eyes were cold, observing every detail on the battlefield, and constantly calculating the subsequent strategy in his mind.

In the depths of the underworld, Khufu sat on his throne, watching the fierce battle coldly. He was confident in his dominance in the underworld and firmly believed that Qin Jun's army of undead would eventually be defeated by his absolute advantage.

As time went by, the number of undead on the battlefield continued to decrease, but the intensity of the battle did not decrease at all. Although Qin Jun's undead army suffered heavy losses, their formation remained in place and they stubbornly resisted the attacks of the Egyptian undead.

The Blood Demon Skeletons gradually lost their strength, but they continued to swing their bone knives until they were completely killed by the Sword of Death. The Skeleton Lord was covered with wounds, but he continued to fight fiercely with the Pharaoh-level Mummy Monarch without flinching.

Qin Jun took a deep breath. He knew that this protracted war had just entered a critical stage. Whoever could grit his teeth would win the final victory. He was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to turn the tide of the battle.

In the underworld sky, dark clouds rolled and surged, as if they were also worried about the undecided war.
(End of this chapter)