Undead Mage from a Cell

Chapter 149: Chapter 147: Severing Everything

Although he didn’t know exactly what happened, Gu Xi could clearly feel that the tentacles before him were the culprits behind the destruction of the Medieval District.

If this continues, the Medieval District in front of him would be lost.

Furious, Gu Xi decisively issued his command with only one request: leave the vine-like tentacles intact.

The Undead under Gu Xi quickly surrounded the tentacles, indifferent to how every strike on the ground by the tentacles would claim some nearby life.

At this moment, the Undead Warriors demonstrated their most powerful trait—fearlessness of life and death.

Even in death, they aimed to inflict damage on the tentacles, with some even biting into the tentacles, hanging their corpses upon them.

Dodging the tentacle attacks with the Evil Coffin, Gu Xi seized the opportunity, unleashing a barrage of Corpse Burst and Bone Storm upon the corpses hanging on the tentacles, exhausting all his mana before stopping a short distance away to down a magic potion.

By this time, the tentacles had sustained some damage under the assault of Gu Xi’s Undead and spells, with numerous wounds appearing on the surface and even a greenish liquid seeping out.

But no one paid any mind to these now, as the Undead strove to inflict as much damage as possible on the tentacles.

Particularly the soldiers from the Bone-Slaying Camp, each fearless of death, climbed up onto the tentacles, striving to execute slashing kills.

However, the tentacles still had plenty of life remaining, and the slashing could only leave wounds on their surface.

By this time, Gu Xi had recovered most of his mana. Seeing the tentacle about to raise high and strike the ground, he decisively pointed at it.

”Bone Storm!”

”Corpse Burst!”

”Bone Storm!”

Again and again, Gu Xi’s spells landed on the tentacles; Bone Storm would slice open the tentacle surface, while Corpse Burst would sap its life.

Once or twice might have been manageable, but the relentless attacks alerted the tentacles to Gu Xi’s existence.

The tentacles began to pursue Gu Xi.

However, Gu Xi was unfazed. Standing atop the Evil Coffin, holding the Spirit Lamp aloft in his left hand, he laughed loudly: ”Come on, come to me if you have the guts!”

Lured by the Spirit Lamp, the tentacles seemed to lose their wits, relentlessly chasing Gu Xi, their length extending farther and farther, their movements growing increasingly sluggish.

Finally, the tentacles reached their limit; no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t strike at Gu Xi.

Noticing this, Gu Xi boldly taunted, ”Come on, take one more step forward.”

Provoked, the tentacles attempted to rise high, and at that moment, Gu Xi suddenly leaped from the Evil Coffin, driving the Cold Wind Staff heavily into the tip of the tentacle, pinning it firmly to the ground.

Simultaneously, the Cold Wind Staff began to transform, with its 7.5-meter-long vine relentlessly battering the tentacle’s skin, each strike peeling away large sections of its outer layer and some of its blackish-green liquid.

Even then, Gu Xi didn’t rest; he released the Cold Wind Staff but did not relent in his assault on the tentacles, pouring all his force into Bone Storm, striking repeatedly.

The Undead under Gu Xi also seized the chance, swiftly moving near the tentacles, using their abilities to restrain or damage them.

Meanwhile, outside the Medieval District amidst the black fog, the Death Incarnation was engaged in a final battle with the tentacle’s main body.

Previously, the tentacles could move nimbly within the black fog, easily evading the Death Incarnation’s pursuit.

But this time, one end of the tentacles was nailed to the ground by Gu Xi, rendering its movements clumsy, confined to a few limited ranges.

This provided an opening for the Death Incarnation, turning its body into black fog to ascend along the tentacles.

Along its path, numerous wounds appeared on the tentacle’s skin, each seeping with a thick black aura.

These black energies became corrosive like salt in a wound, ravaging everything beneath the tentacle’s skin.

Yet, the Death Incarnation ignored this, relentlessly pursuing the direction from which the tentacles extended.

Until it reached the end of the black fog, unable to advance further.

It was there that the Death Incarnation saw the tentacle stretching out from the void, its thickest part having a diameter exceeding a hundred meters.

At this point, the Death Incarnation unleashed its full power, glaring with its right eye as gray Melting Light beams shot forth, and simultaneously it opened its mouth to release the Death Dragon Breath.

As the Death Dragon Breath hit the base of the tentacle, waves of Melting Light beams merged in, amplifying the might of the Death Dragon Breath.

In the end, the originally pure green Death Dragon Breath turned a grayish-green, becoming like a steel saw cutting back and forth at the tentacle’s base.

Each cut sprayed a large volume of dark green liquid from the wounds, splattering onto the Death Incarnation.

But the Death Incarnation paid no heed; he discovered that every time a Melting Light beam met the Death Dragon Breath, it would enhance the previously waning Breath’s power.

This way, a Death Dragon Breath that could originally last about ten seconds was extended to over a minute with the support of the Melting Light beams.

Under such an attack, capable of obliterating a city gate, even a tentacle originating from a far mightier entity was rendered helpless.

A minute-long Death Dragon Breath assault finally severed the tentacle.

Then, with a resounding snap, the tentacle, once taut, quickly recoiled.

The Death Incarnation, always fighting near the tentacle, didn’t have time to dodge and was shattered on the spot.

Meanwhile, Gu Xi, casting spells in the Medieval District, suddenly felt a piercing headache, with blood streaming from his nostrils.

The Death Incarnation had fallen in battle.

Gu Xi realized it immediately.

Without a second thought, he raised the Shattering Staff and commanded the tentacle pinned to the ground by the Cold Wind Staff before him:

”Death Incarnation!”

Black fog poured forth, and the Death Incarnation erupted from it, turning around to shield Gu Xi.

At that moment, Gu Xi suddenly noticed something writhing within the distant black fog.

Gu Xi, having just exhausted his mana, prepared to retrieve a magic potion to replenish it.

Then he heard a whizzing sound, as if something was charging out from the black fog.

Gu Xi instinctively shouted.

”Prepare to react.”

In the next instant, a deluge of dark green liquid rained down like a torrential downpour, soaking the Medieval District’s earth.

Simultaneously, Gu Xi saw that the tentacle he had pinned to the ground was also struck by a potent force, thrashing about, eventually freeing itself from the Cold Wind Staff pinning it, carving out a crater over two hundred meters in diameter on the ground.