The old stairs were wet by the rain, and several muddy footprints were rushing on them.

The entire inner city was not only surrounded by the army of undead, but also trapped by cold rain and darkness. People wanted to see the dawn, but were afraid of its arrival.

No one has made a conclusion on how long it has passed. The clock on the clock tower has been deliberately blocked, and no one is willing to watch the countdown on death.

A pair of flamed wings flew back to the bell tower from a distance. The figure under the wings almost half fell on the railing of the bell tower platform. Zuo Feng and the demon man saw it and hurriedly went up to support him.

"I wish Mongol, are you okay?" Zuo Feng asked.

"We lost." Zhu Meng's eyes were dim, and even his voice was a bit depressed and heavy.

"Corpses of the mountain... can't even you fight?" Zuo Feng looked at the distance, but the black horn couldn't see anything clearly, but one heart-wrenching roar after another came from outside.

Zhu Mengban was lying there, and the injury to his legs made it difficult for him to stand up. The incomplete flame wings behind him and the thunder armor were beyond recognition. A high-powered MP had become a defeated general with no fighting spirit in his eyes.

"How are they...?" Zhu Meng asked.

Zhu Meng is most concerned about Mo Fan and the others now. There are many people going out this time, but less than half of them can actually come back. Zhu Meng saw with his own eyes that the strongest military wizards of their group were killed by the mountain corpse.

Zhu Meng was the last group to retreat, but he didn't know how many people survived the terrible killing of the mountain corpse.

The strength of the mountain corpse is far beyond their imagination. Even without the drift of the evil abyss, the mountain corpse will razor the inner city to the ground.

"I will help you, you can see it yourself." Zuo Feng slowly helped Zhu Meng up.

Zhu Meng was a little puzzled. At this time, the demon man pointed to Xie Sang next to him and explained the evil eye bronze mirror to him.

"Hahahahaha~~~~~~~ You are really ridiculous. You actually bet on those little kids!" A harsh and ugly laughter came from above.

Zhu Meng raised his head and stared at Mu He, the Great Deacon of Hujin who was tied down below the bell tower in disgust.

Mu He was laughing wildly, as if an evil ghost had already had a full meal was peeping at other people's sad tears. His evil, cunning, and distorted face was filled with hopeless madness towards the Black Holy See.

Death is a very indifferent thing to Mu He. He has been dormant for so many years and has been for the celebration of today. The ceremony is completed. Even if he dies, his body will be destroyed. His soul will escape into the eternal court of the Black Holy See with countless merits and enjoy the treatment like a god in heaven!

He Muhe killed so many people today, including those who died of bloodshed in Bocheng, and all his souls will escape into the Eternal Court and become his Muhe's slave. His achievements in the Black Vatican were enough to make him a king in the Eternal Court, and others could only surrender!

Now he doesn't do anything, just wait for this physical mortal body to be destroyed, and he will immediately ascend to his "paradise".

"This madman, killing him is not enough to vent his anger!" The demon man glanced at Mu He and said fiercely.

Zhu Meng ignored him and stared at the bronze mirror of evil eyes.

A purple-black lightning appeared in the evil eye bronze mirror, and shining brightly spread on the ground. As the lightning danced wildly, Mo Fan was like a lonely boat swaying in a surging white storm. The hull was seriously damaged and would sink at any time.

Zhu Meng looked at this scene, but his depressed eyes were filled with shock!

"These... these... were all killed by him?" Zhu Meng said in a trembling voice.

"Well, they fell into the death gate." Zuo Feng said.

"He... killed so many people?"

The bones were everywhere, and they turned into a long carpet of bones, spreading them out of nowhere.

At the center of the Bone Carpet, a bone mountain was bulging with shocking climaxes, skull heads, skull limbs, skull bodies, ribs, sternum, leg bones, toe bones, jaw bones... These messy piled together, forming a bone mountain, which was so white that it was scary!!

Mo Fan was standing on the Bone Mountain with flames. The precious black snake armor was incomplete at this moment. A striking bright red slid down on the protected head, swept past his eyebrows, crossed his cheeks, and was falling drop by drop...

At first glance, he was already at the end of his strength. Standing in the unstable mountain of bones, a gust of wind could blow him down.

If it were a mage with equal willpower, his eyes should be closed and he would fall into the pile of bones and sleep forever.

But he was still standing, his black eyes were extremely tired, but he was still forcing himself to squeeze out a little light.

"My blessing, it's great that you can come back..."

Several footsteps sounded behind the scenes. The senior officials who were preparing for the escape plan returned here one after another, including Han Ji and the white men in the Mysterious Society, had also come up.

Lingxi, Chu Jia, Lu Xu, Feijiao and others have recovered some of them. They will be the main force in the escape plan and lead a small number of people out alive.

The mysterious gray-white man saw Zhu Meng standing in front of the evil eye bronze mirror, knowing his mood, walked up and patted his shoulder, sighed: "They have done a lot for us and a lot for this city. They should have been on the plan list, but they died in the tomb that has been more than two thousand years ago..."

"Yes, Zhu Meng, don't be sad, looking forward is the most important thing." Feijiao also came up to comfort Zhu Meng.

"Besieged by a skeleton group, alas..."

"He...they are not dead." Zhu Meng, who had been stunned for a long time, said this.

Zhu Meng's words stunned everyone.

Not dead??

It's impossible. How long has it been since this happened? Not to mention a few intermediate mages, even the high-level mages have died in it for several rounds.

"You see it yourself!" Zhu Meng pointed to the evil eye bronze mirror and said.

Only then did everyone catch up again, and the first thing they saw was the bone mountain that was shocked by Zhu Meng!!

The Bone Mountain was bulging, and Mo Fan stood there, flames burning on his palms. Countless skeletons climbed up along the Bone Mountain, and Mo Fan's flames smashed them one by one.

Everyone could see that Mo Fan had exhausted his energy, but when the senior officials found that he was stepping on a huge bone mountain, his eyes began to wet.

He is not dead yet!

He is not dead yet!!

Their group gave up their slightest expectations of him early on. Who would have thought that after so long, he would still be in that dead gate.
Chapter completed!