The Lich King, unable to contain himself any longer, finally floated over to Mo Han’s side and spoke with clear displeasure, “Are you still not satisfied with this? Human, the greedy nature of your kind truly dies hard.”

“Fine, if you truly help us annihilate those humans below, I will propose to His Majesty the King of the Underworld that you be made the Third General of the Nether race. That is the noblest position besides the King of the Underworld, my elder brother, and myself. In the Underworld, your status will be the highest, second only to us. Are you satisfied now?” “I am indeed satisfied, it’s just a pity…”

Mo Han paused mid-sentence here, prompting the Lich King to inevitably ask, “A pity about what?” “What I pity is… that you… can go and die.”

Mo Han roared suddenly, and a brilliant, blinding golden light erupted from his body. In his hand, a nondescript longsword appeared, but in the Lich King’s eyes, this sword was undeniably his death warrant. The Lich King shrieked in terror, “The World-Forging Divine Sword… how is this possible….”

The Lich King snapped back to reality and abandoned all pretense of dignity, letting out a mournful, piercing scream.

All his demonic energy surged to its peak as he rapidly retreated backward.

Simultaneously, the Dou Qi Mo Han had been accumulating, coupled with the Sword God’s Golden Domain, burst forth violently. The previously dim World-Forging Divine Sword in his hand immediately unleashed a radiance that could rival the brilliance of the sun and moon, slashing straight towards the fleeing Lich King.

The magic barrier the Lich King had established looked as fragile as paper before the World-Forging Divine Sword. Wherever the golden sword light passed, those black barriers trapping Mo Han…

Were instantly severed into countless fragments.

And vanished into the air with blinding speed.

Frankly, the Lich King’s power had only been close to that of a Magic God. Now, Mo Han, relying on the World-Forging Divine Sword, had instantly ascended to the strength of a High-Rank Sword God. The gap between them was immense. Coupled with the aid of the sword he wielded, the barrier set up by the Lich King naturally offered no resistance to Mo Han’s World-Forging Divine Sword.

A streak of golden light instantly caught up to the Lich King’s figure. The Lich King’s protective magic shield was instantly…

Shattered into dust under the attack of the sword light.

Then, the golden sword light continued relentlessly, passing directly through the Lich King’s body and soaring towards the distant sky, leaving behind a dazzling golden trail before finally disappearing without a trace.

At this moment, the Lich King stared in utter disbelief at the golden line running through the center of his body, muttering, “Impossible, wasn't the World-Forging Divine Sword lost long ago? Why is it appearing here…?” Alas, the Lich King would never receive his answer.

The golden light grew larger and larger, and under its influence, the Lich King’s entire skin began to crack and crumble, piece by piece vanishing into the air.

From the middle of the sky, the Lich King’s indignant roar echoed, “You despicable human! His Majesty the King of the Underworld and my elder brother will surely avenge me….”

As the Lich King’s body vanished completely, his voice gradually faded until it was inaudible, ultimately disappearing entirely.

The vanguard encampment of the Nether army.

Seeing their leader, the Lich King, actually eliminated by Mo Han…

The majority of the Nether soldiers instantly lost their bearings, and signs of chaos began to appear within the Nether forces.

They started a slow retreat backward.

The Human Alliance seized this rare opportunity, following under the lead of the Church of Light, pursuing and slaughtering them. They chased for two full days, only sounding the recall horns after driving the Nether army out of the territorial boundaries of Weihai City.

This battle resulted in the death of over a million soldiers from the Nether vanguard, effectively wiping out nearly the entire unit, with only small remnants escaping back to the Hengduan Mountain Range. However, the Human Alliance also suffered significant losses, with casualties exceeding two hundred thousand.

To prevent the slain soldiers from being exploited by Nether Warlocks, all human soldiers mobilized. They concentrated all the bodies—both human and Nether—and subjected them to cremation. The dense smoke shrouded the entire sky, and the burning process took two full days to complete the disposal of all remains.

This swift completion was only possible with the magical assistance of the human Mages; otherwise, cremating these millions of bodies would have taken at least a month.

Nevertheless, comparatively speaking, this battle was still undeniably a victory for the Human Alliance.

Although the first engagement against the Nether race was won, the spirits of Mo Han and the others felt heavier.

They all understood clearly that apart from the few Nether Warlocks and the Lich King who appeared earlier, the Nether vanguard force this time consisted mostly of low-ranked troops—low-level units. These losses would have virtually no significant impact on the Nether race.

Yet, even these low-grade Nether troops inflicted considerable damage on humanity during their rout. One could imagine that if the high-ranking Nether forces were to appear, the losses for the Human Alliance would certainly exceed all estimations. Although Mo Han and the others were acutely aware of this, they couldn't bear to crush the alliance’s morale. Thus, they could only secretly heighten their vigilance, and all Mages were redeployed to establish a new defensive line outside Weihai City, awaiting the arrival of the next wave of the Nether army.

After three days of waiting, Weihai City finally welcomed the main force of the Nether army. This attacking host of three hundred thousand consisted entirely of Nether Banshees, the Ten-Victory Stone Statues, and tens of thousands of Nether Abominations. While the numerical strength was significantly lower than the previous contingent, every soldier in this army was a core combat unit of the Nether race, making them far more terrifying than the previous million-strong army.

On the Human Alliance side, thankfully, there was a continuous influx of reinforcements from the Beast race, the Elven race, and soldiers from other human nations, which helped strengthen the alliance’s weakened forces after the preceding battles.

Though the Nether Banshees numbered only a few tens of thousands, not a large quantity, their terror lay in their magic, which could sow confusion among the human soldiers on the battlefield, leading them to attack each other, and could also slow their movements. Coupled with the Banshees’ own formidable strength, they had always been one of the Nether races’ most feared troop types by humans.

For ordinary human soldiers, there was virtually no use against them. Except for the Paladin Orders of the Church of Light and the Shamans of the Beast race, there were few effective countermeasures.

This was because the Paladins of the Church of Light had undergone the baptism of Light Magic since childhood, greatly enhancing their resistance to the Nether Banshees’ magic.

Furthermore, the armor worn by these Paladins was meticulously crafted by the Church of Light, offering a degree of resistance against the Nether race’s negative magic. This allowed the members of the Paladin Orders to avoid being affected by the Banshees’ negative spells. Any other troop type would likely have been no match for them. As for the Beast Shamans, they could invoke large-area positive magic auras. Unlike the one-on-one spellcasting of human Mages, the auras released by these Shamans could grant protection to all soldiers within their proximity, thereby warding off the negative effects of the Nether Banshees’ magic.

The Nether Ten-Victory Stone Statues appeared indistinguishable from ordinary statues; they were magical constructs evolved from a specific Nether creature. However, they were incredibly massive. Although these statues lacked great offensive power, their terror resided in their extraordinarily potent healing capabilities.

No matter how severe the physical injury sustained by a Nether soldier, as long as they weren't killed instantly, they could immediately return to normal after being treated by these Ten-Victory Stone Statues.

Even the debilitating effects of Light Magic—the natural nemesis of the Nether race—could be minimized by the Stone Statues, reducing the damage done to the Nether troops to the absolute minimum. This effectively meant the Nether army possessed a continuous stream of reinforcements joining the fight, which was the true horror of the Ten-Victory Stone Statues.

Moreover, the Stone Statues possessed an ability that gave human Mages a severe headache: the power to dispel magic effects within a certain radius in an extremely short time. This meant that the magical traps Mo Han and the others had previously laid in the front lines were likely to have their intended effect nullified.

As for the Nether Abominations, setting aside everything else, their sheer size—several times that of an ordinary human—was telling enough. Considering how a few Abominations commanding the Nether Skeleton army had inflicted heavy losses on tens of thousands of the meticulously trained Dragon Rider soldiers of Murong Tian, one could fully imagine the terrifying nature of these Abominations.

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