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"It's impossible. The entire periphery of the mausoleum was shrouded in the undead storm. Even if Fang Heng managed to escape the mausoleum, given his current abilities, he likely wouldn't be able to avoid the death storm."

"Get ready quickly, Fang Heng had many tricks up his sleeve, and there might be other ways to safely pass through the death storm," Instructor Dickey urged. "Hurry, prepare to open the passage to the death realm."

"Understood!"

The undead council immediately activated the lower-level death realm passage device, waiting for Fang Heng to return.

Meanwhile, the holy weapon was also being prepared. freewёbnoνel.com

As long as Fang Heng cooperated, they would be ready to forcibly bring him back at the first opportunity.

Unbeknownst to him, Fang Heng had already become the focal point for the undead council members, as he desperately ran through the mausoleum's passage.

He turned a corner, his brow furrowed.

Invaders from the Hanu Empire had left guards in certain areas of the mausoleum, blocking several sections and increasing his escape difficulty.

Whoosh!!

Fang Heng once again stepped into a secondary space projection, controlling the remaining Licker swarm in the mausoleum to create chaos and swiftly bypass the guarded areas.

After a series of maneuvers that took only ten minutes, Fang Heng reached the main passage leading out of the mausoleum.

"This..."

Upon arriving at the mausoleum's exit and stepping out of the secondary space projection, Fang Heng looked at the scene outside, his eyes revealing a heavy concentration.

This was troublesome.

Ahead, a vast area was completely enveloped by a layer of black undead storm.

What to do?

In the death realm, the undead storm was a terrifying entity!

The undead storm before him had reached the highest level of destruction.

Just standing there, Fang Heng could feel his perception rapidly being devoured by the storm.

The darkness within the death storm was absolute, and the swirling sands could strip away vast amounts of health, perception, and even willpower.

Forcing his way through would expose him to a host of negative effects.

Fang Heng squinted, pulling out the scorching stone slab in his hand.

The message from the undead council explicitly warned him against attempting to enter the undead storm.

The most terrifying aspect of the undead storm wasn't the enhanced undead creatures within, but rather the negative effects that would erode one's willpower upon entry.

Once inside the undead storm, everyone's perception would be swallowed, leading to disorientation until their will was completely extinguished.

The undead council provided another hint, suggesting he use the holy weapon to facilitate a soul transfer.

Fang Heng glanced at the slab and then tucked it away.

Indeed, he sensed a tremendous threat emanating from the undead storm.

His perception couldn't penetrate its depths.

If his will were truly extinguished, he might not even be able to resurrect.

The risk of forcing entry was far too great.

Since avoiding it was impossible, then...

There was still another option!

Fang Heng contemplated for a moment, then turned back to enter the mausoleum once more.

...

"What's going on? Why is he going back?"

The higher-ups of the undead council watched as Fang Heng opted not to force his way into the undead storm. They initially breathed a sigh of relief, but soon started whispering among themselves again as they saw him turn and leave.

"Is he trying to find a safe place to complete the soul transfer?"

"Possible! Hurry, is the holy weapon ready? Once the magic array is complete, we can use it to bring Fang Heng back."

"Understood!"

"Wait! Look at him!"

They quickly noticed that Fang Heng hadn't entered the depths of the mausoleum. Instead, he had reached a large stone chamber in the outermost area.

The chamber was relatively spacious, filled with various decorations and ancient artifacts, and was one of the few large stone chambers without a coffin.

Eh?

But contrary to their expectations, Fang Heng didn't seem to plan on escaping with the holy weapon and stood in the center of the stone chamber.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Before long, Lickers started climbing into the chamber through the passageway.

Once inside, the Lickers quickly coalesced into a flesh cocoon on the ground, then emerged from it, returning to their normal zombie forms.

Under the astonished gazes of the undead council's instructors, the zombies staggered over to the ancient tools hanging on the walls and began digging into the ground with shovels.

What were the zombies doing?!

At that moment, the instructors of the undead council finally realized what was happening.

Good heavens!

Fang Heng intended to dig a passage out from here!

Was that even a possibility?

Regardless of whether it would work, was there enough time?

Fang Heng himself had no way of knowing if it would be enough time.

But now that it had come to this, he might as well try.

Fang Heng quickly set up a magic array, using alchemy to convert steel gathered from the surrounding mausoleum into simple iron nuggets, which the zombie clones then assembled.

Simple shovels were still feasible.

The sound of clanging and banging filled the entire stone chamber.

Meanwhile, deep within the Empress's mausoleum, Colette and the others were unable to contend with the guards in front of the Empress. They fought their way back, soon meeting up with the remaining two teams.

"Invaders, you have committed unforgivable crimes! The Empress will punish you!"

"Hahaha!"

Colette laughed fearlessly, "What punishment? You're just trying to scare us! The soul ice crystal pillar is destroyed, and the Empress's coffin won't last much longer. Her soul will soon escape!"

"Don't think I don't know, you're merely remnants of will. You're surviving only because the ice crystal pillar is barely keeping you alive. How much longer can you last?"

"Just a bunch of jokes!"

The remnants of will, awakened from the coffin, glared at the central stone pillar, their eyes filled with wrath.

In that war with Disaster, the Empress's former followers suffered heavy losses.

Most of them were merely remnants of will, unable to replenish their strength. As a result, they spent most of their time confined within their coffins, gradually losing vitality.

"Heh..."

Karsa observed the dark expressions on the faces of the Empress's old guards and couldn't help but sneer, "What's wrong? Did we hit a nerve? Are you scared?"

"Perhaps what you say is not entirely wrong, but as the instigators, you will have to pay the price. We will settle this account when the Empress returns!"

The commander of the resurrected Empress's followers coldly gazed at the invading Hanu clan members in the depths of the mausoleum, nodding slightly as he murmured to himself.

"All are gathered..."

In the next moment, the commander raised his hands.

"Buzz..."

With a ripple of psychic force, barriers made of ice crystals descended, blocking the exit of the central great hall.

What?!

Karsa's pupils constricted as he sensed something was amiss.

This was bad!

Be careful!