Chapter 132. The Catastrophe Ends
"We survived...we survived!!"
"They're gone, all gone. There aren't any more undead, not a single one!!"
"We won! We won!?"
Suddenly, cheers erupted within the city. The light of dawn was already incredibly bright. The dark clouds were still there, and the rain was still falling, but none of that mattered anymore. As long as the army of the undead was gone, the city was saved, and they would survive!
On the city walls, countless mages collapsed to the ground. This catastrophe had squeezed all the potential from their bodies. They were prepared to die, but they never expected to survive until now and witness the receding tide of the undead!
It's unbelievable, even to themselves.
The feeling was no less than that of a storm surge about to engulf your throat, with the rain causing everything to rise. Suddenly, the black tide receded, flowing back to your feet and returning to the small island you were standing on.
Countless people fell backward, letting the rain lash their faces; the cold rain was scalding hot, unable to extinguish the excitement and joy in their hearts!
Many people embraced each other tightly, and cries of joy filled the air after their miraculous escape from despair.
Just moments before, there was the crisis of the Fiend Abyss flooding into the city. If the Fiend Abyss were to attack the ancient capital, what good would it do for these people to escape? They would still die.
After receiving some resources from Han Ji, Mo Fan left and headed straight for the Abyss of Fiends.
A moment later, he arrived at the shattered outer city.
"despair"
Most importantly, Salang has been in Daxia for many years. Even though Daxia is not her home base, she has still made all sorts of preparations here.
Soon, the woman arrived in front of Mu He.
"Lord Salang!" Muhe wanted to kneel down hard, but he couldn't.
The ancient capital was always busy, and when you're busy, time slips away unnoticed.
The rain didn't stop until the third day, and the survivors were all housed in temporary buildings. High walls enclosed them all, which at least made them feel safer.
The sound of heels tapping on the ancient stone steps echoed. The bell tower was now deserted. Mu He heard the footsteps and dared not even breathe.
On the clock tower, Mu He, the Grand Steward of Hujin, whose eyeballs had bulged out of their sockets and who still couldn't believe what had happened, still hung in the wind and rain.
The most heart-wrenching screams echoed within the ancient bell, as if it contained a shattered soul that lingered for a very long time.
Of course, before going into seclusion, Mo Fan also revealed a piece of information to Zhu Meng: a Vatican base on Chongming Island.
It was when they saw Mo Fan that Han Ji and the others rushed out.
But the ancient king's power seems to have entered a cooldown period; at least for now, he cannot use it again.
As for whether they could capture Salang, Mo Fan thought it was still uncertain. He had no doubt that Salang would be able to escape the country.
"Yes...yes...no...no..." Mu He stammered incoherently.
Ultimately, there will be some problems with domestic trials, but even if Salam escapes, this time, the area will be completely cleared out.
However, regardless of the circumstances, the calamity in the ancient capital had ended, and he had reaped considerable rewards. Within the Abyss of Fiends lay a Heavenly Seed of Wind, which Mo Fan had absorbed into his body upon emerging. Although he hadn't yet fully unleashed its power, it still possessed a six-fold amplification.
Beneath the clock tower, people were reveling, singing and dancing; it looked more like a vibrant festival.
Besides, there are many other precious things in the Abyss of Fiends, but Mo Fan does not have the opportunity to examine them one by one at the moment.
His wind-elemental galaxy has changed from cyan to black.
The fact that the spirits of the dead have now faded away is the best proof. Originally, it was thought that the ancient capital would inevitably suffer an irreversible catastrophe today, but because of Mo Fan, the ancient capital avoided this catastrophe. In fact, compared to the losses that Bo City suffered back then, it is less than one percent!
The whole city was celebrating, but he looked worse than if he were dead.
Salang raised his gaze coldly and stared at Mu He, the Grand Deacon of Hujin, who was hanging there!
After dealing with Muhe, Salang turned and left.
But to the surprise of the people of the ancient capital, since that calamity, although the spirits of the dead still existed, they never approached the city walls again.
"No, no, no, please, please, no, no, no... Ahh...
Furthermore, nothing inside the Abyss of Sha poses any obstacle to him.
Unfortunately, unless he uses the power of the ancient king, he has no way to control Sha Yuan with any commands.
Clearly, the person who rescued Salang earlier was this hidden being who was impossible to detect.
But now, they don't need to die!
She left without any haste, but there was a constant fluctuation of dark energy around Salang.
Mo Fan could not control the Abyss of Fiends, but with the power of the Ancient King, he could travel in and out of the Abyss of Fiends at any time.
If the grand ceremony is over, then the world he is about to go to will no longer be paradise. His soul will fall into the same cursed furnace as the black beast demons, where he will be ugly, tormented, and enslaved for all eternity!
"You have created such a freak for our religion and trampled on my grand ceremony today. I must reward you..."
Only when the tide of the dead recedes can all sides send out reinforcements.
As for Sha Yuan, he suggested burying him deep underground.
Han Ji had his own matters to attend to, so he didn't have time to talk to Mo Fan much.
After the snow has melted, early spring will soon arrive.
"despair!"
The ancient capital managed to restore everything to its original state as much as possible before the New Year. Although the entire country knew about this catastrophe, people were still alive, and everything naturally had to continue.
Mu He was hung there, and his face twitched violently.
"You gave that kid a chance to get into the magic academy?"
Countless helicopters circled over the inner city, frequently delivering supplies. Large numbers of builders began rebuilding the city, but to ensure that the undead would not attack again, they simply expanded various shelters around a three-kilometer radius of the inner city.
"despair!"
Although Salang's identity has been verified, she remains here, naturally because she understands human nature. She also understands that the more threatening a place is, the safer it is.
They survived.
Anyway, by now, he was the person Salang wanted to get rid of the most, so Mo Fan certainly didn't want to let him have his way.
After binding the undead outside the ancient capital, Mo Fan also appeared on the ground.
Mo Fan didn't head anywhere else; instead, he went to the Gallery of the Soul. This was a place where one could elevate their spiritual realm.
Clearly, Mo Fan has given this city a chance to survive!