The holy light suddenly burst out, and at the moment when the thunder and lightning dissipated, a sacred sword made of pure golden light fell straight down from the sky and hit Saran's head accurately.

"You are restrained and yet you still want to escape? You underestimate us - Saran!" Lu Huan stood in the air with a cold gaze, staring directly at Saran in the thin purple mist.

Light magic is his major, and water magic is only a secondary subject!
As the most powerful battle mage in the ancient capital, Lu Huan once had a glorious record of killing monarch-level undead single-handedly.

Although his cultivation is comparable to Han Ji's, in terms of actual combat ability, even if three Han Jis join forces, they will still find it difficult to match him!
Even though Saran was very powerful, he was only a super-class wizard after all. Moreover, he was still bound by restrictions. It was simply a pipe dream to escape under his surveillance.

Light magic has its own purifying power. Under the shining light of the Holy Sword, the purple poisonous gas emitted by Mu He when he self-exploded gradually dissipated, and finally revealed the scene hidden in the purple mist.

In a thin purple air, Saran stood there unharmed. Her limbs had been completely repaired with the help of the magic weapon from the Parthenon.

At her feet, a broken magic weapon lay quietly. It was obvious that it was this magic weapon that blocked Lu Huan's fatal blow and saved her life.

"This guy has more magic weapons than monarch-level undead. This is his nth piece. If it were my boss, there would be nothing left but ashes." The demon man couldn't help but curse.

"Let's go together and take care of her!" The hunting king Du Xiao ignored the words of the demon man. He shouted loudly, preparing to join forces with other super-class mages to launch a fatal attack on Saran.

Even if Saran had thousands of magic weapons, could she still defeat the combined power of all the super-class magicians present? One person casting seven or eight super-class spells, a dozen people, would be enough to destroy all of her magic weapons and completely eliminate her.

Saran's face was unusually calm. Even when facing magical attacks from the Hunting King Du Xiao and other super-class wizards, she remained composed.

Her eyes swept around and saw a large number of super-class mages. Except for a few who were seriously injured, Han Ji, Lu Huan and other strongest magicians in the ancient capital were all in good condition.

She was now bound by restrictions, and it was obviously wishful thinking for her to escape from here, but she would not surrender willingly.

The intentions of Han Ji and others were obvious. They would not leave her alive, and they would completely eliminate her before Sha Yuan attacked the city.

She had to stall for time!
Han Ji and others already know the secret of the ancient royal tomb, and they will never give up this only hope of saving the ancient capital.

As long as she waits for these people to escort the boy named Mo Fan deep into the Abyss, when they return, regardless of success or failure, their condition will be greatly reduced. That will be the best time for her to escape.

Saran uttered a string of strange and indistinguishable syllables, and black lines appeared on her body like vines. At the same time, a magic weapon filled with extremely strong death and resentment quietly appeared on her wrist.

"What is she muttering? Why is there such a strong aura of death and resentment everywhere?" someone asked.

No one responded to the wizard's question. The next moment, everyone's magic attacks rushed towards Saran like a tide.

The colorful magical light, as bright as day and night, illuminates the sky and earth within a radius of several kilometers.

When the dust settled, what appeared before everyone's eyes was a black shield covered with cracks. However, these cracks miraculously healed gradually over time.

And Saran, like a quiet eye in the center of a storm, sat cross-legged inside the shield, safe and sound, as if all the magical storms could not touch her at all.

"How can this be!"

Everyone was shocked. This was a combined full-strength attack by everyone. Even the monarch-level undead would not dare to boast that they could withstand it and not die. How could Saran survive?
"President, you are knowledgeable, do you know what kind of magic weapon this is?" Lu Huan asked anxiously.

"Magic weapons... and forbidden techniques." President Han Ji stared at the black lines appearing on Saran's body with his weathered eyes and spoke slowly.

"This should be a forbidden technique based on death and resentment. Combined with the special magic weapon on the wrist, it can form a layer of shield. The denser the death and resentment, the stronger the shield will be... and the ancient capital today..."

President Han Ji's words came to an abrupt end, but the unfinished words caused ripples in the hearts of everyone present.

Deathly aura, resentment... In today's situation, apart from the Great Pyramid of Khufu and the mysterious underwater base of the dead, there is probably no third place where the deathly aura and resentment are more intense than the ancient capital.

Saran actually has this kind of hidden card!
"Our attack is not ineffective. As long as we launch a few more joint offensives, this shield will be broken." Zhu Meng said after observation.

"But it's getting dark soon..." someone said worriedly.

Even if they are super-class wizards with abundant reserves of magical energy, they cannot withstand such continuous consumption.

They will also escort a young man named Mo Fan to Shayuan to find the last chance to save the ancient capital.

If a large amount of magic energy is consumed now in order to kill Saran, the fate of the ancient capital will probably fall into the abyss of despair.

"President, you decide what to do." Someone looked at President Han Ji and said.

"Yao Ting, you majored in space magic. You stay here to guard Saran while the others rest and recover their magic power... After all, saving the ancient capital is the top priority." President Han Ji gave the order without hesitation.

He is the president of the Clock Tower Magic Association. In his eyes, nothing is more important than the ancient capital, not even Saran.

"I understand." Military Commander Yao Ting answered seriously.

"Then let's discuss how to get to the Shayuan. Although the Shayuan is only a few kilometers away from the inner city, the undead along the way are enough to overwhelm all of us." The gray man continued.

"Yao Ting, Lu Huan, go and count how many troops and royal mages can be mobilized, and at the same time make sure there are enough defensive forces in the city." President Han Ji nodded slightly and said to the military commanders Yao Ting and Lu Huan.

“We must also have a few super-class mages left behind to guard Saran and the city. If we fail this time, let this woman be buried with us!” the gray-haired man said coldly.

"Let's discuss and see who would be more suitable to stay behind."

Han Ji nodded in agreement, then he waved his hand and summoned several healing mages to heal the super-class mage who had just suffered severe injuries in the confrontation with Saran.

The situation of these super-class mages is quite bad. Since they also have high Saran dislike values, their restrictions always exist, and they also bear almost all magical attacks.

If it weren't for the Totem Thunder Leopard that had been protecting them just now, these super-class mages would probably have died by now.

……

……

"We have too few people. Even if we successfully reach Shayuan, we will be in very bad condition when we come back. We know nothing about the situation in Shayuan and don't know how long we have to hold on." said the gray man.

"I have a plan, but it requires a big sacrifice... Of course, it's completely voluntary." Chief Judge Shi Zheng paused and continued. After hearing Shi Zheng's plan, everyone's faces instantly became solemn, and several people shook their heads.

"Using ordinary people as cannon fodder is not okay. I don't agree with it." Someone shook his head.

"Although this method is feasible, it is too cruel," another person echoed.

However, Shi Zheng still insisted on his opinion. He said: "I have already said that this is completely voluntary."

"Start gathering volunteers now. Whether there are people willing or not, we must kill them. Time waits for no one."

"..."

"Well, let's make all the facts public. Whether the people are willing to join is their own decision. We... just need to have a clear conscience." President Han Ji said.

“Then I will go and call a few people. When I came to look for people, I happened to come across the Wei Ju Village that was attacked by the Black Church. They should be the only survivors of the Wei Ju Village.” Mo Fan thought for a moment and spoke.

"Wei Ju Village... That's good. They are descendants of the ancient king and must know something we don't know." President Han Ji nodded and said.

……

"Alas...it would be great if we could call the Totem Black Snake over, and your brother back as well. With two monarch-level creatures, it would help relieve our pressure." Xu Mu sighed and patted the Totem Thunder Leopard's belly.

Zhu Meng's current influence has called for more support to come to the ancient capital, but because of the appearance of Saran and the serious injuries of the super-class mage, judging from the current situation, they can only stay and defend the city.

After all the twists and turns, the ancient capital's combat power has not improved much compared to the original plot. At most, there are one or two more super-class wizards.

"You seem to be very clear about the Black Church's plan?" Zhu Meng walked slowly in front of Xu Mu and asked.

"I just happened to discover some things. It's better not to mention them." Xu Mu shook his head.

"The main force will go to Shayuan soon. What if Saran runs away?" Xu Mu thought about it and expressed his concerns.

"She can't run away. Han Ji has already sent people to set up a magic formation around it. He also tested it personally. If there is any problem, Jun Si Yaoting only needs to detonate the magic formation." Zhu Meng said in a serious tone.

"Then if this disaster is over and Saran is not dead, shouldn't he be sent to the Supreme Magic Association?" Xu Mu frowned and asked.

"If the disaster is over and Saran is not dead, she must be handed over to the Supreme Magic Association." Zhu Meng nodded in confirmation.

"Can't you just kill her?" Xu Mu continued to ask.

"There is more than one cardinal in the Black Church, Saran. We can use her to capture other cardinals. Compared to killing her, capturing her alive is more valuable." Zhu Meng explained.

"What if the Supreme Magic Association also has members of the Black Church? Will we let Saran escape then?"

"Zhu Meng, we should all be clear that Saran is more dangerous than any cardinal. If Saran escapes in order to capture other cardinals, what's the difference between us picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelons? In the end, I'm afraid we won't even pick up sesame seeds." Xu Mu asked back.

"This situation cannot happen. If it does happen, it will prove that the Magic Association is rotten to the core and we need to conduct a thorough cleansing." Zhu Meng replied.

"It may not be a bad thing to use a Saran to completely cleanse the Magic Association..."

Night had just fallen and dawn was still far away. Darkness shrouded the entire city. There was a small gate near the east side of the north gate, which became a gathering point.

The volunteers formed a long crowd and gathered at the small gate.

Anyuan Gate, located on the northern inner city wall, is the main entrance to the city.

At this time, the originally shining golden barrier has become dim and has taken on a brown-gold color, as if it had been eroded by time.

The miasma of countless undead souls surged in like a raging tide, constantly hitting the golden barrier and the inner city wall, causing the wall to tremble constantly.

Mo Fan looked at the determined crowd in the distance and asked, "Are they the volunteers?"

"Yes, they will first leave the city through a small gate to attract the attention of the undead, and then the mage group will lead you out from the north gate and go straight to the Abyss of Evil." The gray man answered in a low voice.

Standing at the north gate, one can see the tightly closed small door slowly opening, and the figure of a super-class wizard takes the brunt and resolutely rushes out of the protection of the golden barrier.

Dazzling purple electric light flashed on the wizard's body. The power of thunder under his control was like a violent storm, instantly sweeping away the dark army of undead outside the small door and clearing out a large open area.

Then, this group of military magicians in military uniforms rushed out first, followed by the volunteers.

"Let's go. Shi Zheng has taken the lead, and it's our turn next." said the gray-haired man.

"All members of the Shayuan team are ready!" President Han Ji's voice suddenly echoed throughout the entire Fengyu Tower, resounding through the sky.

On the city wall, many mages gathered into a team, ready to go to Shayuan. Among them were not only hunters and students, but also military mages and royal guards. Most of the elite forces of the ancient capital were gathered here.

"Vanguard, charge!" Han Ji's order resounded through the sky again.

As soon as he finished speaking, wings suddenly spread out from the backs of four super-class mages, and fiery red light shone brightly on their bodies. They were like four meteors streaking through the night sky, and they flew straight towards the vast army of undead.

"Do you have any group skills? See the undead in front, teach them a lesson." Xu Mu patted the totem thunder leopard beside him and gave an order.

The Totem Thunder Leopard gathered its strength very obediently, and the black lightning gathered and formed on its right claw. As the Totem Thunder Leopard took a step forward, it swung its claws and slapped down!

In an instant, black lightning spread outward, turning into winding electric snakes that attacked the group of undead.

The power of each electric snake can easily kill a general-level undead, or even severely damage a commander-level undead. Moreover, these electric snakes will not dissipate immediately after hitting the target. Instead, they will split into smaller electric snakes and continue to attack the surrounding undead.

Although the power of these tiny electric snakes has been slightly reduced, they can still destroy the general-level undead in an instant!

(End of this chapter)