As the command was issued, the military siege crossbows, already prepared, were swiftly positioned at the very front of the Allied defense line. Murong Tian understood that these puppet soldiers could not be felled by ordinary arrows; only the immense power of these large military crossbows stood a chance of stopping their advance.

Yet, simultaneously, he knew that once these massive bolts were loosed, not a single puppet soldier's corpse would remain intact… a result Murong Tian and every soldier on the field dreaded, fearing the severe impact it would have on the Allied morale. Just then, from high above the battlefield, Mo Han's voice suddenly cut through the air: "Hold the fire. Let me try something first."

With those words, Mo Han raised the Holy Dragon Staff in his hand, aimed it at the cluster of puppet soldiers in the center of the field, and began chanting rapidly: "Spirits of Light in the vast atmosphere, Eternity dwelling in the luminescence, shield your people from the wicked threats of heaven and earth, spread your brilliant wings and block all evil in this world… Holy Light—Angel's Aegis."

As Mo Han unleashed his spell, a pair of enormous, luminous wings rapidly materialized in the middle of the battlefield, instantly enveloping the charging puppet soldiers. This action forcibly sealed off the space between the puppets and the Necromancers of the Underworld—it was the Aegis of the Angel, one of the top-tier light magic defenses Mo Han had gleaned from those ancient secret texts.

Once the Angel's Aegis was cast, it formed an autonomous space within its barrier, capable of suppressing any magical energy within, including all forms of dark magic.

Naturally, this severed the magical conduit between the Necromancers and their puppet legion.

The puppet soldiers, who had been advancing at full tilt, immediately froze in place, having lost the command of their Necromancers. At this moment, they stood a mere three hundred meters from the main encampment of the Human Alliance.

This distance was precisely within the effective range of the siege crossbows.

Seeing this turn of events, every human soldier let out a collective sigh of relief.

After completing the casting of the Angel's Light, Mo Han’s body instantly transformed into a streak of white light, darting swiftly toward the location of the Necromancers of the Underworld who were operating the puppets from afar.

The Underworld forces clearly witnessed the white streak rushing toward them. Coupled with the massive light wings that had suddenly appeared, they recognized Mo Han’s immense power, realizing that unless they eliminated him, they stood no chance of controlling the puppets on the field.

One of the leading Necromancers, whose black robe was adorned with a gold trim, suddenly let out a piercing shriek. In response to his cry, all the other Necromancers issued matching shrieks.

Under their unified control, the previously static catapults abruptly swiveled their barrels and unleashed a barrage of plague bombs toward Mo Han, who was still suspended in the air. Amidst a chorus of explosive sounds, the white light Mo Han emitted was instantly shrouded by billowing clouds of emerald-green smoke.

The scene within the smoke became entirely obscured.

Witnessing this, everyone’s gaze filled with worry as they watched the obscured Mo Han. Even Daili and Shuiling'er, who held profound confidence in Mo Han’s strength, wore expressions of anxiety.

Only Bai Ling, however, maintained her usual placid demeanor.

Noticing the distress on Daili’s face and the others, Bai Ling couldn't help but speak, "Relax. These things look formidable, but they don't carry much actual destructive force. Even I could withstand them, let alone Mo Han."

Hearing Bai Ling’s assurance, Daili and the others finally felt their hearts ease. Bai Ling’s strength was undeniable among their group; if she said Mo Han was fine, then there surely was no issue.

Indeed, after only a few moments, a brilliant white light pierced through the pervasive green mist. Under the brilliance of this white radiance, the dense green fog began to dissipate rapidly. Before long, every trace of the green vapor vanished from the sky, revealing Mo Han, who had been enveloped within it.

"Did you truly believe that mere poisonous fog could deal with me?" Mo Han offered a look of utter disdain toward the Necromancers below.

Seemingly provoked by Mo Han’s gesture, the leading Necromancer let out a shrill roar. Under his command, countless strands of black mist solidified into coiling black ropes, which swiftly lashed out to entangle Mo Han still hanging in the air.

"Hmph. You dare flaunt such paltry magical skill in front of me."

Mo Han regarded the black ropes binding him with a look of disdain, speaking calmly to the still-roaring leader of the Necromancers: "If this is all the strength you possess, then this game is over."

No sooner had Mo Han finished speaking than a cascade of seven-colored light erupted from his body. The ceaselessly tightening black mist recoiled from the prismatic magical aura as if meeting its antithesis, dissolving away from Mo Han’s side. As the radius of this seven-colored light expanded, it gradually began to envelop the Necromancers clustered beneath him.

Bathed in the multi-hued luminescence, the Necromancers screamed hideously, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. Led by their chief, they quickly summoned black magical shields, tightly enclosing and protecting themselves as they struggled to resist the encroachment of Mo Han’s prismatic light.

However, the gulf between the power of these Necromancers and Mo Han was simply too vast. These practitioners specialized primarily in reanimating the dead and conjuring plagues; in terms of genuine magical prowess, their skill level might barely surpass that of a slightly advanced Human Intermediate Mage, let alone Mo Han.

Aside from their specialized necromantic abilities, the Necromancers of the Underworld possessed no truly powerful offensive magic. Consequently, even with all their combined efforts aimed at Mo Han, they stood no chance against the seven-colored light generated by Mo Han, who had attained the pinnacle of the God of Magic realm.

Under the illumination of the rainbow light, their black magical shields visibly shrank. At this rate, it seemed only a matter of minutes before these Necromancers would be completely annihilated by Mo Han’s magical energy.

At that precise moment, a figure clad in a sweeping black cloak shot forth from the rear ranks of the Underworld army, flying rapidly toward the confrontation zone involving Mo Han.

"Human Mage, commendable strength. It is my first time encountering a human God of Magic, and such a young one at that. Allow me, Gallos, the Lich King of the Underworld, to properly witness the strength of a God of Magic," a voice boomed.

"The Lich King. You are Gallos, the Lich King, one of the Ten Underworld Generals?" Mo Han responded coolly.

"Indeed. It has been too long since I’ve met someone as strong as you. I trust you won't disappoint me. Kekeke…" The Lich King let out a grating, ghastly sound of laughter.

"Hmph," Mo Han scoffed, his voice icy. "That statement is mine to make. Don't be as fragile as the previous few Generals I dispatched, Lord of the Ten Generals, or you will be a profound letdown."

Hearing Mo Han's words, the expression of the Lich King Gallos shifted sharply. He retorted, "So it was you who slew Zamus and the others? Boy, today I shall ensure you become the most base undead spirit in the deepest pits of Hell, to teach you the consequence of opposing our Underworld Clan."

With that declaration, the black figure extended his pale hands, utterly devoid of any trace of blood, and aimed them sharply at Mo Han: "Undead spirits of the deepest Hell, by my name as the Lich King of the Infernal Realm, I summon you to become my might, to utterly destroy every enemy blocking my path, turning them into the countless motes of dust in Hades… Dark Might."

As the Lich King Gallos unleashed his spell, Mo Han immediately felt an overwhelming, unparalleled surge of energy pressing in on him. This power, he realized with a jolt of alarm, was nearly equal to his own. He had not expected the Underworld's Lich King to be this formidable, significantly stronger than Zamus whom he had faced earlier.

Realizing this, Mo Han dared not hesitate. He hastily recalled the magical force that had been constricting the Necromancers on the ground, redirecting all his focus to warding off the Lich King’s magical assault. Although he was just moments away from completely wiping out those remaining Necromancers, Mo Han knew he had zero confidence in withstanding the Lich King’s magic if he didn't defend now. He was forced to abandon that precious opportunity.

Yet, Mo Han was acutely aware that if he could manage to slay this Underworld Lich King at this moment, it would serve as the greatest morale booster for the struggling Human Alliance forces. Furthermore, eliminating one of the Ten Underworld Generals would undeniably represent a significant blow to the overall strength of the Underworld forces.

Just then, the Lich King's Dark Might struck precisely atop Mo Han's seven-colored magical shield. A deep, muffled concussion echoed, and the entire battlefield vibrated from the impact of both sides' full-power strikes. Countless stray magical energies erupted and surged in all directions. However, these residual waves of power were intercepted at the front lines of the Human Alliance and the Underworld armies by their respective Mages and Necromancers, preventing them from advancing any further.

Leaping...