Chunfong finally sensed that his experience had surpassed a critical threshold.
And in the next heartbeat, he successfully ascended to royal level.
Chapter 255.
Arthur's ascension works assault.
As a male, Chun Fong experiences the side effect for merely a few fleeting minutes, which do not significantly impair his combat prowess.
The light element he wields differs notably from the holy light of angels.
It lacks the capacity to purify all, instead bestowing upon him remarkable speed and explosive power while inherently dispelling darkness.
Chinfo refrains from unleashing his domain of light, fearing that, having just ascended to the king level, he might inadvertently harm the surrounding king level entities due to his lack of mastery over his new found strength.
Thus, he merely manifests a small portion of his domain, enveloping himself in a barrier composed of condensed light elements.
In an instant, Chunfong transforms into a streak of light.
Propelling himself skyward to confront a goblin shaman engaged in battle with Jon.
Accompanied by a golden ray, he delivers a forceful kick that sends the goblin shaman hurtling through the air.
struck by the radiant beam emanating from Chunfang's foot, the shaman is transformed into a fleeting light before crashing heavily to the ground, followed by a tremendous explosion instigated by the ray.
The goblin shaman, caught off guard by Chonfang's sudden appearance, sustains injuries, but thanks to the protective barriers they employ during combat, it narrowly escapes instant demise.
Bewildered, the shaman gazes at Chun Fong in the sky.
Unable to comprehend the transformation from weakness to formidable strength.
Unperturbed by the shaman's confusion, Chun Foong, now a king- level entity, is solely preoccupied with discovering the extent of his powers.
With fingers poised together and arms crossed, he appears to gather energy.
A brilliant orb of light elements shimmering before him, radiating a dazzling golden glow.
In a swift motion, Chonfong unfurls his arms, fingers blade, unleashing a multitude of light element projectiles that scatter through the air like celestial blossoms, all aimed at the goblin army, engaged in ground combat.
The air is filled with the relentless sounds of explosions reminiscent of firecrackers as the projectiles detonate amidst the goblin ranks, inflicting catastrophic losses upon them.
Although some goblin kings attempt to erect defensive barriers, their efforts prove inconsequential against the onslaught.
The goblin army suffers grievously, their numbers swiftly dwindling under the relentless pressure of the undead.
While commanding necromancers begin to summon corpses, ceaselessly generating new undead minions.
The location is now perilously close to the goblin king's city, exceeding the reach of the necromancer's fortress.
What madness is this? The expenditure is monumental.
Chinfong, initially intent on launching another strike, realizes the toll it has taken and reluctantly decides to forego further action.
The previously downed goblin shaman rises once more to engage Chinfo.
Meanwhile, the goblins devise a countermeasure.
They cannot allow the undead to rampage unchecked.
Several shamans swiftly disengage from the fry and descend to the ground, unleashing eerie sorcery that envelopes the area in a green mist.
Any undead that comes into contact with this mist finds their soul flames extinguished, transforming into a mere scattering of bones.
In the blink of an eye, thousands of undead fall while the commanding undead managed to endure for a brief period.
Yet, they stand little chance against the goblin shamans, ultimately meeting the same grim fate.
The regal figures above appeared unperturbed, for the thousands of fallen spirits were but a trifling matter for the undead army, easily summoned back with a mere wave of the hand.
As long as there were corpses upon the battlefield, the undead had no cause for concern regarding their numbers.
Conversely, the goblin kings found themselves struggling against the relentless tide of the undead.
Above the royal city, the surrounding goblin warriors unveiled their hastily devised weaponry.
With the ignition of their cannons, a resounding blast echoed as a black projectile detonated behind the undead forces.
This peculiar black shell did not explode like an ordinary shell.
Instead, it created a dark circular zone upon detonation within which any undead trapped would be annihilated.
This area would persist for approximately one minute, forcing the undead to navigate around the ominous spheres that emerged.
The combined efforts of 13 goblin shamans unleashed a swiftly dispersing myasma of soul poison, resulting in the demise of nearly 10,000 undead.
They stood resolutely encased within a barrier of sorcery, indifferent to the assaults launched by their undead foes.
Suddenly, a massive sphere composed of eerie black mist h hurtdled toward the group of goblins.
The goblins swiftly abandoned their poison cloud, uniting to withstand the impending attack.
The strange black orb collided with the barrier erected by the goblins, resulting in a silent explosion.
Countless dark elements surged from the barrier, spreading outward.
How infuriating.
Nothing at all happened.
What is the meaning of this? Chun, hovering in midair, exclaimed, her cheeks still flush from a recent recovery.
Oh, are these dark elements? She gazed downward at the blackened zones formed by the goblin artillery.
Extending her palm, a swirling vortex of darkness materialized, swiftly absorbing all elemental power from the blackened territories on the battlefield.
Chun then cast the vortex outward, targeting the goblin kings.
She herself descended rapidly onto the battlefield, unleashing a realm of darkness.
Countless undead, tainted by the dark elements, grew formidable, while the goblins were fervently drained of their souls and vitality.
ultimately nourishing Chun Shu herself.
Three goblin shamans charged at her, not due to her overwhelming strength, but rather their desire to eliminate her post haste.
At that moment, a thunderous dragon's roar reverberated, transforming the surroundings into a domain ablaze with blue flames.
Within this realm, the goblin corpses transfigured into bone dragons soaring into the sky.
Those goblins that came into contact with the blue flames felt no warmth.
Rather than being incinerated, they were encased in ice.
The domain continued to siphon their life force.
And those goblins attempting to flee discovered an invisible barrier at the edges of the realm, thwarting their escape.
Arthur circled above and the immense form of a bone dragon materialized before Chinua, unleashing a torrent of dragon breath that repelled the three goblin kings.
Faced with the emergence of yet another powerful undead, the Goblin Kings were compelled to alter their strategy and prioritize the elimination of their formidable opponent.
The portal within the Goblin King city once again sprang to life, unleashing a torrent of goblin warriors to replenish their fallen comrades, valiantly resisting the onslaught of the undead.
A top the towering walls of the goblin stronghold, an elderly goblin, adorned with a crown and wielding a scepter, ascended slowly with the assistance of two fellow goblins.
The goblin king's countenance bore the weight of gravity as he gazed upon the brutal battleground beyond the walls, remaining silent.
Meanwhile, in the Emerald Hills, Sars and Jack, tasked with guarding the siblings fortress, stood alongside two royal entities and a host of undead.
From the distant forest, wildlife scattered in panic as an army of orcs launched yet another assault.
This time, the orc horde numbered in the tens of thousands, clearly indicating their earnest intent.
Leading them was a towering orc, marketkedly distinct in attire, adorned with numerous ornaments crafted from the bones of magical beasts.
He was the chieftain of an orc tribe.
Chapter 256.
The association's location in the Andy holy state.
Bayou rode her magical tiger southward, having already glimpsed several human villages, confirming that she had entered the territory of the Jean- Nan Empire.
As she journeyied on the magical tiger, she utilized her magic to conceal her traces, ensuring that ordinary people wouldn't te detect her presence.
As she ventured deeper into the empire, Bayou glanced up at the sky.
The blazing sun hung high above.
It had been half a day since Sun Sha Shao had been treated by the woman from that group.
Yet, she still remained unconscious.
Bayou could sense that Sun Xiao Xiao's life force was gradually waning, and it seemed unlikely that she could hold on for much longer.
The decision to ride the magical tiger was also a strategy to conserve her magical energy and maintain her strength.
Bayu was uncertain whether the mages could heal Son Xiaos Xiao<unk>s injuries and had no idea if any remnants of holy light lingered within her that might be detected by the mages.
Thus, it was imperative for Bayou to preserve her strength in case of unforeseen circumstances.
It was a gamble worth taking, not only for Sun Sha<unk>s recovery, but also to discover a way back.
Having just entered the Empire, she surmised that the Mage's division should be located deeper within.
Continuing southward, she would inquire with locals for further directions.
As Bayu observed the trees rushing past her on either side, she murmured her thoughts.
The magical tiger was swift and the Jean Empire was not vast.
She would soon reach its depths.
After more than an hour of travel, a city appeared on the horizon, indicating the presence of surrounding villages.
Bayou had no intention of entering the city.
Rather, she sought to question the local inhabitants in the villages.
Soon she discovered a village and spotted two farmers clearing land.
This was fortuitous as it spared her the trouble of entering the village.
Bayou promptly rode her tiger towards them, eager to display her prowess so that these ordinary folk would not question her presence.
After all, with the lords of the Andy Holy State having been purged, it was unlikely they would suspect someone boldly riding a magical beast to be of another race.
Upon hearing the commotion, the two farmers looked up instantly frightened and dropping their hose, their bodies weakening, their minds blank, even forgetting to flee.