The fierce battle had raged for four days and four nights; the undead army grew ever larger, while humanity was compressed into a small corner of the island, struggling desperately for survival. This elite contingent, gathered from all across the Long Teng Continent, comprised four Archmagi and five Sword Saints, alongside hundreds of Grand Magisters and Great Swordsmen, and thousands of mages and swordsmen.

Except for the four Archmagi and five Sword Saints who remained intact, the forces had already suffered nearly half their losses. Gazing at Victor, Hebrew, and Alina, his fellow Archmagi, Moshiyi spoke with a bitter smile, "It seems we have no choice but to use that method!" Victor immediately interjected, "But our chances of success are incredibly slim." The fiery-tempered Hebrew roared, "Stop hesitating, Moshiyi—we must use it now, while we still have the strength!" He looked toward Alina, the only Archmage who remained silent.

She too looked back at Moshiyi with a wry smile. "It seems we have no hope left other than this, Moshiyi.

We cannot simply stand by and watch the Long Teng Continent fall into the hands of the Underworld." Hearing the consensus, a sharp gleam flashed in Moshiyi’s eyes, and he burst into laughter. "If that is the case, then let us show these undead what true ultimate magic is!" Moshiyi expanded his Voice Amplification spell and shouted toward the front lines, "Magi!

Return to your positions and form the array! Warriors, cover us from the front!

We will show these abominations that humanity is indomitable!" Humanity shall prevail! Humanity shall prevail!

The morale, which had been desperately low, soared to a new height under Moshiyi’s galvanizing words. The swordsmen charged forward recklessly, while the remaining mages, ignoring their exhaustion, unleashed Fire Rain, Holy Light, Ice Arrow, sending spells hurtling toward the undead ranks, actually forcing the vast undead army to retreat.

Behind the undead lines, Ayagos, the First General of the Underworld King, watched the battle unfold, a cold sneer playing on his lips. "The struggle of a cornered beast.

We shall see how long you can hold out." In the human camp's mage section, hundreds of Magisters and Grand Magisters took their assigned positions, forming a great circle. At the center stood the four Archmagi, led by Moshiyi, with the other three positioning themselves around him.

Moshiyi began to speak, and the mages within the formation chanted in unison. Countless magical elements rushed madly toward the seven-pointed star at the formation’s core.

The eye of the seven-pointed star flared with an intense white light. Among the four Archmagi at the center, excluding Moshiyi, the other three used their formidable spiritual power to guide the incoming magical elements in a precise sequence toward the central focal point.

Moshiyi, positioned at the nexus, chanted incomprehensible ancient verses, compressing these surging magical energies, continually squeezing the influx until the amassed power remained confined to the size of a basketball. As time wore on, the basketball-sized orb of light grew increasingly blinding, making it seem impossible to keep one’s eyes open.

It was only then that Ayagos, stationed behind the main undead force, sensed that something was deeply wrong. Watching the rapidly intensifying magical fluctuations ahead, a sense of unease settled in his heart.

Could these lowly humans possibly have mastered a Divine Spell that surpassed the Forbidden Curses? Impossible.

No matter what, he couldn't risk it. He spun around and commanded Kelt, the leader of the Bone Dragons beside him, "Order your subordinates to launch an all-out, immediate assault on the human mage camp!

They must not be allowed to complete their spell." Ayagos had a visceral feeling that if this magic were finished, it might be something he could not withstand. He had brought the bulk of the Underworld’s elite forces for this campaign.

The Underworld King Hades had expended most of his spiritual power to tear open the spatial gate for the undead army and was currently recovering in the Underworld. If he failed here, how could he face Hades upon his return?

With that thought, Ayagos turned and issued the attack order to Kelt, the Bone Dragon commander. Kelt bowed deeply in assent.

He descended to prepare, and within moments, a piercing dragon roar echoed across the battlefield. Twenty Bone Dragons rose from the rear of the undead ranks and swept toward the human formation.

With the addition of the Bone Dragons, the pressure on the humans immediately multiplied tenfold. Each gout of dragon breath incinerated piles of human soldiers; the twenty Bone Dragons were like reapers, relentlessly harvesting human lives.

The human soldiers at the rear, seeing this devastation, did not retreat. Instead, their eyes turning bloodshot, they surged forward with a single thought: vengeance for their comrades, and the absolute refusal to let the undead defile their land.

Often, soldiers were pierced by skeleton swords, yet they clung tightly to the skeletons with both hands, solely to buy time for their comrades to dispatch the undead foe. Their actions inspired every soldier still standing.

Shouting the slogan "Humanity Shall Prevail!" with all their might, they charged into the undead horde. Meanwhile, the magic within the array reached its culmination; the intense light began to recede, becoming translucent.

The twenty Bone Dragons suddenly accelerated, ignoring the soldiers below, and flew wildly toward the mage formation. However, they were met by the five Sword Saints and the remaining mages and warriors defending the perimeter of the array.

A fierce melee erupted around the formation, momentarily halting their advance. At this critical moment, the magic within the formation was on the verge of completion.

The hundred Magisters inside the circle lay collapsed on the ground, utterly depleted; the Divine Spell, Doom’s Radiance, had consumed every ounce of their magic. The light orb in Moshiyi’s hand at the center of the nexus had seemingly lost its brilliant white core, retaining only a faint luminescence around the outer edge.

Kelt, the Bone Dragon leader, finally registered this change. A sense of dread regarding the orb’s energy washed over him.

Though he couldn't articulate why he felt this way, he ignored the surge of Battle Aura from a Sword Saint obstructing him, electing to take the blow. One of his wings was severed, but harnessing the violent pain, he used the force to propel himself rapidly toward the center of the formation, unleashing a torrent of dragon breath directly at Moshiyi.

Moshiyi, sensing the spell was seconds from completion, was overjoyed. The magic he thought had only a sliver of hope was about to succeed.

Just then, he felt an intense aura violently shatter his protective barrier and strike him squarely. He spat out a mouthful of blood, instantly losing control over the orb in his hands.

A blinding white light erupted outward. The entire Blazing Flame Island was instantly submerged in white light.

The sheer power of the energy split the island in two, the entire landmass trembling under the overwhelming force. Within the searing glare, the human soldiers collapsed, while the entire undead army was instantly reduced to ash.

Sensing the imminent catastrophe, Ayagos used a Teleportation spell to dive through the spatial gate just before the white light struck. However, all his subordinates beside him were instantly vaporized by the light.

The spatial gate itself shattered under the immense energy, and half of the island sank beneath the waves. All fell silent, save for the faint displacement of the seven-pointed star array as the island shifted beneath it...

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