Chapter 268. Into the Underworld (VI)
At the end of a war, the ancient city's undead gained a great victory, while the Egyptian undead continued to retreat and flee.

On the battlefield, the ancient city's undead let out low roars, as if announcing their victory.

Their broken bodies emitted a strange light, which was the glory of victory, but also revealed endless sadness.

The Egyptian dead retreated like a tide, leaving behind a mess.

Their figures gradually blurred in the distance, carrying with them the shame and unwillingness of failure.

The victorious undead of the ancient city did not relax their vigilance because they were well aware of the cruelty and impermanence of war.

During this brief period of calm, they began to reorganize the team, repair the damage, and prepare for the next fierce battle that might come.

The defeated Egyptian dead were on the run, their morale was low, their souls were struggling in pain.
The undead of the ancient capital gained the greatest victory in this bloodbath, and the next step was to absorb the death energy here.

The thick aura of death made the undead here continue to grow stronger.

Absorbing the death energy here, the undead are constantly changing, and the black armor is becoming stronger.

The aura around them became increasingly eerie and terrifying, and their originally dull weapons regained a chilling luster.

A strange light flickered in the empty eye sockets of the undead, as if burning with an endless desire for power.

As the death energy continued to pour in, the undead grew taller and their muscles tensed, as if they were filled with infinite power. Their movements became more agile, and every move brought a gust of cold wind.

The surrounding environment became increasingly gloomy due to the gathering of deathly energy. Darkness shrouded the land, as if light would never come.

However, the undead in the ancient capital thrived in this darkness, immersed in the joy of growing power.

After a battle, the undead suffered great numerical losses, but with the nourishment of death energy, they can become stronger in a short period of time!

The remaining undead were covered with battle scars, and their torn armor and broken limbs told of the cruelty of war.

However, surrounded by thick deathly aura, their damaged bodies began to repair themselves at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The death energy is like a black vortex, continuously flowing into the bodies of the undead and giving them new power.

The originally weak undead gradually straightened his back, and the light in his eyes became stronger and more fierce.

Their bones became harder, as if they were made of steel;

The muscles bulge, full of explosive power.

The black armor is not only stronger, but also exudes a frightening aura of oppression.

With the blessing of this powerful force, the morale of the undead has risen again, and they are eager for the next battle.
The undead are warlike, and at this moment, they are more eager for fighting in their blood.

Those eyes, burning with fanatical fighting spirit, flashed a strange light in the darkness.

They can't wait to step into the battlefield again and prove their strength with the blood of their enemies.

Every undead held the weapon tightly in his hand; the cold touch made their desire to fight even stronger.

The dead air that permeated the surroundings seemed to have sensed their desire and began to churn restlessly.

Driven by this frenzy, the undead began to gather spontaneously and form a tighter battle formation.

They didn't need to communicate with words; each other's thoughts were clearly felt in the surging fighting spirit.

However, excessive desire also makes them blind and impulsive, ignoring potential dangers and possible difficulties.

But at this moment, the extreme desire for battle has occupied their entire thoughts, and nothing can stop them from rushing to the battlefield.

Seeing the undead eager for war, Qin Jun did not suppress their wildness at all. He directly ordered them to charge towards the next undead land.

The army of the undead was like a black torrent, surging across this desolate land. Wherever they passed, sand and rocks flew everywhere, and the earth trembled under their feet.

As they gradually approached their target, they heard low roars from the land of the undead in the distance, as if challenging them.

This further inspired the fighting spirit of the undead in the ancient capital. They quickened their charge, preparing for another bloody battle.

At the moment of collision, time seemed to freeze, followed by earth-shaking impact and shouts of killing.

The battle between the undead has begun again. Life and death become insignificant at this moment, and only the instinct of fighting dominates everything.

The army of the undead from the underworld was also constantly attacking at this time, but facing the fierce attack of the undead from Daxia, they seemed to be no match for them.

The undead of Daxia were like an unstoppable storm. Wherever they went, the undead of the underworld were defeated and fell.

They are so powerful that every attack carries the power to destroy everything.

The defense line of the underworld undead was torn apart in an instant, and panic spread among them.

They tried to reorganize their resistance, but under the powerful pressure of the Daxia Undead, their movements seemed disorganized.

Now the undead of Daxia are completely crushing the undead of Egypt.

The Egyptian undead had no power to fight back against the fierce attack of the Daxia undead. They were easily defeated and fell into chaos.

Every attack of the Daxia undead carried a devastating force, and the resistance of the Egyptian undead seemed so insignificant.

On the battlefield, the wails of the Egyptian dead resounded through the sky, but this could not stop the pace of the Daxia dead.

The sharp claws of the Daxia undead flashed with cold light, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the enemies.

The morale of the Egyptian undead completely collapsed and they began to flee in all directions, but they could not escape the pursuit of the Daxia undead.

The underworld is clearly the territory of the Egyptian dead.

But at this time, the Egyptian dead were like dogs that had lost their homes. They began to be wiped out and fled.
They are not afraid of death, but some of their leaders are afraid of death.
This territory, which should have belonged to them, is now filled with despair and fear.

The underworld has completely begun to change.
The roars of the Daxia undead were deafening, and they mercilessly chased the fleeing Egyptian undead.

The pride in the eyes of the Egyptian dead had long since disappeared, replaced by endless fear and despair.
Although the underworld is vast, Khufu's territory is constantly shrinking. Among the millions of undead, more than one million have become nutrients for the undead in the ancient capital.

In today's ancient capital, the number of undead spirits is increasing!

So, for the undead, death is not scary.

Whether it is the Egyptian undead or the Chinese undead.

In this never-ending war, the death and rebirth of life continue in a cycle.

The defeat of the Egyptian dead destroyed Khufu's reputation. He roared in anger but could not change the course of the battle.

The Chinese undead became increasingly powerful as they were nourished by victory and death.

The source of their power seemed to be inexhaustible. On the battlefield, the roars of the undead intertwined to form a tragic symphony.

Their souls were tempered in the flames of war, and the line between life and death became increasingly blurred.

However, the cruelty of the war did not make them retreat, but instead inspired them to fight even stronger.

In order to dominate this mysterious underworld, they continue to charge forward.
(End of this chapter)