Volume 4: Super-Tier Awakening & The Ancient Capital Calamity
Chapter 343
Lin Feng Fights the Mountain-Cleaving Corpse Monarch Alone
Amidst the swirling dust and crimson rain, shockwaves thick with the stench of death swept across the earth like invisible blades. The roars of ten thousand zombie beasts mingled with the clanging clash of metal, the thunderous collapse of ramparts, and the agonizing groans of wounded soldiers, composing a symphony of utter tragedy on the Ancient Capital battlefield.
The heavens and earth were shrouded in gloom, the sun completely choked out by thick, pitch-black clouds heavy with corpse poison. Beneath that suffocating sky, Lin Feng’s small figure floated with fearless pride, confronting the colossal black skull of the Mountain-Cleaving Corpse Monarch directly. This behemoth, a peak Monarch-class beast standing over a hundred meters tall, looked like a moving mountain crawled straight out of the underworld.
Fierce gales shrieked past his ears, whipping his black hair and the hems of his battle robe. He stood there, hands naturally loose at his sides, yet his body radiated a majestic momentum that overwhelmed all creation. The surrounding space seemed pressed to the point of distortion, rippling with hazy spatial waves.
“You undead scum, if you want to cross this city gate, you’ll have to step over my corpse first!”
Lin Feng’s sharp, chilling shout rung out with razor-sharp killing intent. Like a bolt of lightning splitting a clear blue sky, it pierced through layer upon layer of ferocious demonic roars, echoing across the ten-mile battlefield. That voice carried the pure, supreme coercion of an ultimate powerhouse, hammering straight into the eardrums and minds of every desperate soldier atop the ramparts, making their sinking hearts leap violently.
Atop the Ancient Capital’s walls, tens of thousands of bloodshot, weary, and despair-ridden eyes suddenly lifted toward the sky.
“He... who is he?” a middle-aged commander clad in heavy, blood-soaked armor trembled as he stared up at the solitary figure amidst the gloomy sky.
“It’s Lord Lin Feng! It’s our young archmage!” a young soldier screamed, his raw, choked voice burning with a spark of hope that flared fiercely like a torch in a freezing night.
Hearing Lin Feng’s shout, the hollow sockets of the Mountain-Cleaving Corpse Monarch flashed with two green ghost-fires of utter contempt and brutality. To a Monarch beast ruling over millions of corpses, the tiny creature before it was no different from an ant daring to provoke a deity.
“ROOOAR——!”
A hair-raising roar erupted from the colossal throat of the Mountain-Cleaving Corpse Monarch, generating a terrifying sonic wave that blasted the earth below into shattered rubble. Without the slightest hesitation, the behemoth swung its massive left arm—like a moving hill—sweeping horizontally across the air. The arm carried the weight of a thousand jun and the velocity of a shrieking gale, aiming to smash Lin Feng into a bloody paste suspended in mid-air.
The pressure from that sweeping arm was so immense that minor cracks fractured the space before Lin Feng. Yet, the corners of Lin Feng’s mouth curled into a faint, arrogant smile.
“Space Star Palace: Void Teleportation!”
The moment the words fell, Lin Feng’s figure suddenly blurred and vanished completely into the void, leaving not even a ripple of an afterimage.
Boom!
The massive arm of the Mountain-Cleaving Corpse Monarch swept through the exact spot where Lin Feng had just stood, generating a deafening, earth-shattering blast. The terrifying shockwave crushed a section of the city wall below, sending jagged stones flying in all directions. Yet, it had struck empty air!
The very next instant, Lin Feng’s silhouette materialized abruptly right above the crown of the Corpse Monarch’s giant skull. He stood firmly in mid-air, both hands flung wide in opposite directions, his gaze as sharp as a drawn sword piercing straight down at the monster’s head.
On his right hand, a blinding radiance of golden light burst forth, blazing like the midday sun. Ten thousand golden strands of spiritual energy converged from the void, weaving together into a magnificent, imposing palace carrying the destructive aura of ancient magma and primordial flames—the Nine Dragons Flame Palace! Nine golden fire dragons coiled around the palace, emitting dragon roars that shook the soul, their terrifying heat instantly vaporizing the surrounding air into billowing white mist.
Right on his left hand, a completely contrasting yet infinitely more terrifying scene unfolded. Purplish-black lightning cascaded from the nine heavens, weaving into a dense web of heavenly thunder that roared like tens of thousands of frenzied evil dragons—the Nirvana Thunder Palace! Bolts of lightning carrying world-destroying might cracked and spat black electrical sparks that ripped the surrounding space to shreds.
Rumble, rumble, rumble...!
Two colossal Super-tier Star Palaces—one pure flame incinerating all things, the other pure lightning obliterating souls—revolved slowly on either side of Lin Feng’s shoulders. Golden light and purplish-black radiance intertwined, forming a pillar of light that pierced straight through the black cloud layer, illuminating the entire Ancient Capital battlefield in a divine radiance that overawed all living things.
On the ground below, every single general, high-level mage, and soldier locked in mortal combat atop the ramparts unconsciously held their breath. They lifted their heads high, eyes wide, their chests swelling with an incomparable wave of shock and awe.
A nineteen-year-old youth!
Hovering alone amidst a sky thick with the aura of death, challenging a hundred-meter Monarch beast face-to-face!
The sight was overwhelmingly magnificent, deeply etched into the minds of everyone present like an eternal faith. In their eyes, Lin Feng’s small figure appeared taller and grander than the mountain-like corpse monarch beneath him.
The Mountain-Cleaving Corpse Monarch, furious at having missed its strike, suddenly sensed a fatal hazard transmitting downward from its crown. The survival instincts of a Monarch-class beast caused its hollow eye sockets to widen, ghost-fires flickering frantically within. It craned its head upward, locking eyes with the two slowly revolving Star Palaces radiating world-destroying might. Its previous contempt vanished into thin air, replaced by utter horror.
“ROOORRR———!”
The Corpse Monarch let out a roar mixed with terror and frenzied rage. It gaped its massive jaws wide like a bottomless, dark cavern, gathering all the death and Nether energy within a radius of several miles into its gullet. In the blink of an eye, a dark purple orb of light compressed to absolute limits materialized right before its razor-sharp fangs, the air surrounding the orb entirely warped into a miniature black hole.
Without a moment’s hesitation, the dark purple light orb—imbued with the power to destroy all things—erupted, shooting straight up into the high heavens toward Lin Feng at terrifying, gale-splitting speed!
The dark light devoured space all along its trajectory, leaving a pitch-black streak that chilled the bone. Lin Feng lowered his gaze, watching the incoming death ray hurtle toward him at breakneck speed. The corners of his mouth twitched into a chilling, cold smile as he thrust both hands forward...