A/N:
Hey guys!
This chapter took me a long time, multiple times changing the chapter, plots.
See this was a key chapter. Damon won't be entering the dark Abyss.. just yet.
So if he is not entering what he is doing?
How would he matter against the undead?
What role he would play?
This chapter set it in stone. I wanted to write it so that to i tegratd Damon properly in this arc, to establish his presence while showing how magic actually works.
How mages fight and how even though one man may be overpowered in front of calamities a man alone isn't enough,!
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Han Ji bore the full weight of the city's survival.
Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou, and Fang Gu were its final hope—if they fell before reaching the Dark Abyss, the city's fate would be sealed.
Damon moved alongside them.
As a Light Element Super Mage, his role was crucial. Yet unlike those clearing the path ahead, Damon, Yao Ting, and Zhu Meng had been given a different order. They were to conserve their strength. Their enemy was not the endless tide of undead—but the existence standing at its very peak.
The Mountain Zombie.
At An Yuan Gate, the once-radiant golden barrier had dimmed, its brilliance now edged with brown. Endless waves of undead slammed against it like a furious black ocean. Even from within its protection, the suffocating presence of death pressed down on everyone, shaking both walls and spirits alike.
Damon felt it clearly.
If the undead outside were already this overwhelming, then the Dark Abyss would be nothing short of hell itself.
Then came the civilians.
A grim procession of men, escorted under the Magicians' guidance, moved toward City North. Their faces were dull, hollow. Their steps were heavy—like condemned prisoners walking calmly toward execution.
The truth soon surfaced.
They were volunteers.
Bait.
Outrage erupted immediately. How was this any different from the Black Vatican?
Commander Yao Ting answered without flinching.
No one had been forced.
Every volunteer knew exactly what awaited them—dismemberment, blood, and death. Yet when faced with the image of their families and children being torn apart instead, they chose to step forward themselves.
The plan was cruel. Inhumane.
But it was the only way to carve a path through the sea of undead.
"Sacrifice," Yao Ting declared coldly, "is not true bravery. Death can be an escape. To live on, endure suffering, and carry the fate of millions—that is the real burden of courage."
Night deepened.
The small eastern gate opened.
A Super Magician led the charge, lightning tearing a temporary gap through the undead. Battlemages followed, spells flashing weakly beneath the oppressive dark aura. Then the volunteers stepped out—men in suits and bow ties, ordinary people transformed into irresistible prey.
The undead surged.
Blood sprayed.
Limbs flew.
The land became a slaughterhouse.
The volunteers fulfilled their role, dragging the undead's attention away while Magicians fought desperately to pull survivors back. Watching it unfold, the group felt their breathing halt.
They had thought themselves hardened.
They were wrong.
This—this resolve of ordinary people choosing death so others could live—crushed them.
As the undead thinned slightly and a narrow window opened, Han Ji's voice rang across the storm-drenched city.
"Those heading to the Dark Abyss—prepare yourselves!"
"Vanguards, charge!"
The command echoed like a death sentence.
Four Super Magicians beat their wings simultaneously. Their brilliance pierced the darkness, blazing so fiercely that even as they plunged into the ocean of undead, their light remained visible.
They carved forward in four straight lines.
The black tide split apart under their force, as if four blood-red carpets were being laid atop the ocean of corpses, stretching five hundred meters into the distance. Countless zombies stacked upon one another were annihilated instantly—reduced to nothing.
Then—
The world ignited.
Raging flames poured from the sky like rain. Each burst was the size of a fist, evaporating the downpour before it could touch the ground. The storm clouds themselves caught fire.
An unknown number of Fire Imperial Magicians cast Sky Flame Funeral simultaneously.
The land turned into a sea of fire.
"Move!" Han Ji commanded.
Imperial Magicians surged forward in a square formation, Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou, Fang Gu, and Su Xiaoluo protected at its core. Flames raged around them as they charged ahead.
"Water Curtain!"
Advanced Water Magicians responded instantly. Blue Star Constellations stretched nearly a kilometer, sacred light enveloping every Imperial Magician. Skeleton Officials and Zombies were obliterated as spells bombarded everything in their path.
Super Wind Spells followed, clearing hundreds of meters in an instant.
Then—
"Poison! A poison storm!"
A virulent green-black tempest rolled toward them, devouring the battlefield before the zombies even arrived. From behind the golden barrier, civilians watched in horror as the army of Magicians was swallowed whole.
"They're fine!" someone shouted urgently. "Light Magicians cleansed it—they're counterattacking!"
Damon's light flared briefly as purification spells surged through the battlefield.
The advance continued.
Until it didn't.
Damon's heartbeat quickened.
From the front, something massive moved.
He raised his head.
A black mountain stood amid the undead army.
Zombies wove between its ankles like ants.
The strongest monarch present.
The Mountain Zombie.
"Yao Ting. Zhu Meng. Damon."
Han Ji's voice hardened.
The three Super Mages who had conserved their strength until now stepped forward.
"Stop it!" Han Ji roared.
If the Mountain Zombie reached the main formation, the consequences would be catastrophic. Han Ji could not leave the descendants of the Ancient King unguarded—not when the Black Vatican might strike amid the chaos.
"Zhu Meng, Ling Xi, Shi Zheng, Yao Ting, Lu Xu, Li Jia, Li Yujian, Damon—take two Imperial squads and one Hunter Master squad. Stop the Mountain Zombie at all costs. Fight it to the death!"
Over a hundred elite Magicians split from the formation. Yao Ting and Zhu Meng led the squad. Damon stood alone at the rear, ordered to deliver the final strike—light as the executioner.
With his new powers, Damon did not fear the Mountain Zombie. He might even have challenged it alone. Arrogant, perhaps—but even if killing it proved impossible, escape would not.
Still, this was not a duel.
Millions of lives hung in the balance. Coordination mattered more than pride.
Spells erupted in every color imaginable. Sky Flame Funeral rained endlessly. Meteor-like flames and Fiery Fists tore through the darkness.
The Mountain Zombie did not care.
Advanced spells struck its mountain-sized body like sparks against stone.
An Icebound Coffin descended—only to be crushed effortlessly in its grasp.
Then—
Space itself cracked.
Black fissures spread like spiderwebs.
An Ice Magician shattered instantly.
Panic rippled.
"Watch the ripples!" Yao Ting shouted. "Dodge the cracks—don't lose your footing!"
The Magicians adapted quickly.
Then Yao Ting moved.
Stars ignited.
A dark-silver Star Palace bloomed—brief, beautiful, terrifying.
And vanished.
He appeared directly before the Mountain Zombie's eyes.
Space twisted.
The creature struck.
Missed.
Yao Ting flickered across reality itself—appearing, vanishing, splitting into afterimages. Even the Mountain Zombie's monstrous swipes tore only clouds apart.
Finally, Yao Ting stopped.
He hovered before the monster, arms spread, pupils reflecting the broken sky.
Invisible forces screamed into alignment.
"Space Compass: Axis of Death!"
Silver light erupted at every point he had appeared before. The lights converged, forming a massive silver compass suspended in the air, stretching from the Mountain Zombie's forehead to its chest.
Yao Ting teleported once more.
This time, a black trail tore through the center of the compass.
The axis ran parallel to the ground.
Before the afterimage faded, the real Yao Ting had already passed through both the compass and the Mountain Zombie. A second death axis appeared on its back.
The sound of a string snapping echoed.
The Mountain Zombie froze for several seconds—then blood erupted from both sides of its neck, spraying like a shattered dam.
The roar it released only worsened the bleeding, painting the battlefield red.
For the first time, the Mountain Zombie had been wounded.
Morale surged.
"Lightning Punishment Formation: Prohibition of the Nine Disciplines!"
Zhu Meng tightened his grip on the lightning spear. Ashen-gray lightning chains burst outward, scattering wildly across the sky. From afar, it looked as if he were wielding lightning itself.
He hurled the spear upward.
It vanished—then stopped at its peak and split into nine growing spears.
They surrounded the Mountain Zombie, lightning runes blazing as countless bolts descended, locking the creature in place.
Only a Super Lightning Spell could restrain something so massive.
"Damon!!" Zhu Meng roared.
"Got it!" From Back Golden star palace glowed brightly. "Holy Execution: Judgement of Demon Sword" Damon roared as the golden brilliance tore through the sky.
Dark clouds parted as a pillar of holy light descended.
The heavens themselves seemed to open.
A sword of divine radiance emerged—vast enough to stand between Heaven and Earth.
With a hum that shook reality, the sacred blade fell.
Boom!
It struck the Mountain Zombie's head directly, forcing the colossal creature to its knees as the sword pierced through its skull, shattering bone and mandible alike.
Boom!
Thousands of undead were crushed beneath it. Space fractured, fissures spreading as the creature of death felt pain for the first time in centuries.
"Amazing…"
"Fuck… FUCK! FUCK YEAH!"
"KILL THAT BASTARD!"
Humanity roared.
As Han Ji escorted the squad toward the Dark Abyss, Damon's figure—shrouded in divine light—stood tall against the dying sky.
Hope had returned.