Chapter 191. The Dark Sword Master Appears
Mo Fan charged forward, while Xin Xia blessed him with her power.
As she moved forward, Xin Xia looked up. Standing on her mount, her gaze passed through the scattered undead legions ahead, and she vaguely saw a wisp of silver-white flowing hair. Her graceful figure was wrapped in a robe-like garment. Even though she was trapped in a filthy and ugly undead battlefield, she was still as pure and cold as an ice lotus, blooming so eye-catchingly!
"It's Ning Xue. It seems she got there before us." Xin Xia saw Mu Ning Xue and hurriedly said to Mo Fan.
Although she could tell that things were probably already going on between Mo Fan and Mu Ningxue, Xin Xia didn't say anything. Mo Fan had already sacrificed so much for her, so she didn't have an excessive possessiveness towards him.
Speaking of which, Xin Xia's first acquaintance was Mu Ningxue. Mo Fan also got to know Mu Ningxue through her.
Mu Ningxue used to be a high and mighty little princess, but she never showed any malice towards her, instead she was full of kindness.
So she really doesn't mind what Mo Fan and Mu Ningxue have in common.
Xin Xia is extremely intelligent, but she doesn't always show it. Her bright eyes seem to see through everything.
In the chaos, snow and ice swirled, and countless icy spikes suddenly pierced through the soil, creating rows upon rows of densely packed icy spikes that utterly overwhelmed the black slave corpses.
After witnessing this scene, Mo Fan led Xin Xia over.
I don't know what this woman is in such a hurry for. Instead of following the main group, she's come all by herself.
Didn't you see Mu Nujiao obediently following the group?
Soon, Mo Fan met up with Mu Ningxue, but just then, a commotion arose in the distance.
"Ahhh!!"
"Get out of here! Get out of here! We're all going to die here!!!"
"Damn it. We're only a few hundred meters from the pyramids, we can't back down!!!"
Just then, screams and shouts suddenly came from another direction. Upon hearing the sounds, wind wings appeared on Mo Fan's back, and he immediately took off into the air.
On the sand, about 500 meters high, a large group of undead, resembling the dark swordsman from before, formed a necromantic sword array. They indiscriminately slaughtered the charging human mages, who were utterly helpless against the onslaught of these malevolent sword-wielding death minions.
Among the group of malevolent sword-wielding assassins, there was a shadowy figure riding a black ghost horse. He was shrouded in a thick layer of dark aura, as if he were wearing a hazy black battle robe.
It sat arrogantly on the back of the black ghost horse like a knight, raising its long black greatsword high towards the crimson sky, as if calling upon the power of the god of night with the sword. The black aura below the clouds churned more and more violently!
It wasn't just watching from the sidelines; it was attacking too!
A voice from ancient Egypt rang out, and the next moment, the dark sword intent seemed to come from the realm of death, descending upon the world with a strong aura of destruction!
The black sword wave split into two. One stretched across the sky, its cutting power overwhelming and its aura domineering; the other swept across the earth.
Wherever the sword arc passed, not a single life returned.
The moment they saw the Dark Sword Master and hundreds of Wrathful Sword Servants, all the Guardian Mages panicked!
It wasn't that they didn't want military merit, but they knew better than anyone else that there was absolutely no chance of defeating a monarch-level being like the Dark Sword Master.
The power of the Dark Sword Master is something even a high-level mage would find difficult to contend with!
The Dark Sword Master sat there proudly, his mount already a commander-level Dark Ghost Horse, and he himself was even more than a commander. His powerful sword intent swept through, and even high-level mages could not survive!
In this situation, who wouldn't panic?
This isn't about seeking glory; it's about throwing your life away.
Upon witnessing this scene, Fenner's sharp, leopard-like eyes filled with tears, but he didn't let them fall. He then roared, "Calm down, all of you!!"
As the commander-in-chief, she naturally couldn't afford to lose her composure!
Even though she knew what it would be like to have a Dark Sword Master and so many Vicious Sword Servants, she still had to step forward.
"That's a mirage. The Dark Sword Master is not invincible. If you retreat now, his sword will cut through our city of Pushini. Tell me, is that what you want to see? At that time, will your lives still have any meaning? Don't forget, you are soldiers. Don't spend your whole lives regretting your cowardice today!!"
Despite being a woman, Fenner's voice revealed a masculine spirit!
There is no retreat. Once the sword is drawn, it cannot be sheathed because of the powerful enemy; it must be thrust out with unwavering resolve!
"Shelo, join me in dealing with the Dark Sword Master! The rest of you, charge into the pyramid! Don't let the dead rule our homeland!!" Fenner shouted.
With his six wings flapping behind him, Fenner hovered in mid-air, standing proudly above the assembled mages. His sharp, leopard-like eyes were fixed on the Dark Sword Master.
The Dark Sword Master stood out among the group of malevolent sword servants, its eyes, glowing with ghostly fire, revealing the majesty and arrogance of a monarch.
It doesn't need to deliberately look down on anyone; the noble blood of ancient Egyptian royalty flows in its veins. Unchanged for thousands of years!
"Night's rule!"
The Dark Sword Master once again raised the greatsword in his hand, and a beam of light shot out from the tip of the greatsword, instantly causing the night to collapse and covering the entire basin area near the pyramid!
A thick aura of darkness roared, and in this pitch-black realm, that fear once again lingered in my heart, refusing to dissipate.
As this dark domain expanded, a vast area of the battlefield was enveloped. Within the dark domain, the Fiend Sword Death Servants were strengthened immeasurably!
Normally, a whole squad of mage guards would struggle to kill even one Nightshade-enhanced Wraith Sword Death Servant, but the number of Wraith Sword Death Servants was simply too great. Add to that the added advantage of the Dark Domain, and it was utterly hopeless!
Seeing this, Mo Fan knew that they were about to be overwhelmed.
To be honest, Mo Fan was actually very interested, but he didn't want the Time Elixir to be wasted here.
As for whether he could kill the opponent by relying on himself and two super-level mages?
In his view, the suspension
His strength is indeed not weak, and he also possesses fusion magic, but there is a huge gap between a monarch and a commander!
Even if the one in front of me is only a sub-monarch, not a legitimate monarch.
However, the opponent's combat strength requires nearly four super-level mages to hold them off, and to kill them would require six to seven.
There were still so many vicious sword-wielding death servants below.
No!