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This must be the special oppressive feeling brought by a deity specialized in the spiritual realm. A powerful consciousness lingered in the spiritual sky, ready to oppress at any moment, most likely the will of the god of death. Although the impact on him was only a subtle one, the opponent's strength was absolutely undeniable.

I don’t know when it started, but the appearance of gods has become something I’ve become accustomed to.

Zhou Ning slowed down his breathing and hid his body in the darkness. He continued to move forward while paying attention to the situation around him.

The entire area was shrouded in a dark green aura, separating the battlefield within the city from this area and stained the ground and nearby buildings with an ethereal blue-black. This area continued to spread outward, occupying only a small area a few minutes ago, but now it had more than doubled in size.

Amidst the murky green mist, a pair of double doors, also stained dark blue, loomed. Within lay endless darkness and a dense swarm of crimson eyes. Zhou Ning could clearly see that the murky green mist was emanating from within the door.

We must find a way to destroy this gate as soon as possible. Otherwise, with the speed at which the undead realm spreads, the entire city or even the entire country may be directly reduced to a kingdom of the undead and become a ghost den. This is also the reason why Zhou Ning chose to go here in the first place.

In reality, if it weren't for the fear of the madness and danger of mass slaughtering mortals, the God of Death wouldn't have taken action himself. In his prime, he could easily destroy an entire nation. As a righteous god, maintaining sanity is already difficult, and he usually only allows his followers to participate.

There are also a large number of broken skeletons and undead creatures with pale faces and festering skin wandering in the fog. There are no less than thousands of them. So many of them gathered in a small area that it makes people feel claustrophobia.

They seemed to be strengthened by the dark green mist around them, becoming more powerful with every minute and every second. A few powerful undead had even reached the level of demigods.

Wait, Zhou Ning's eyes that had been patrolling the surroundings stopped. In the middle of the dense crowd of undead, he saw a lich about 3 meters tall holding a skeleton staff standing near the strange gate.

This is an angel-level lich, but he is filled with a divine aura that is too strong to be ignored.

There is only one possibility, he is the one favored by the God of Death, and also the key divine vessel that the God of Death is ready to use at a specific moment.

It seems that the Curse God Cult really takes the situation here very seriously.

Beside him was a hooded figure with blue flames in his eyes and a strong aura of death.

Zhou Ning's expression gradually became serious:

Archibald had unexpectedly escaped the endless rebirths of the Death Temple and achieved a true return. Furthermore, he had reached the level of an angel, a gift from the Death God.

Based on the time-loop-like nature of the Death Temple, Zhou Ning had previously speculated that the Death God's authority might encompass the realm of time. Furthermore, a person's death inherently signified the end of their life.

Is this the power of the god of death, which allows people who have been dead for thousands of years and whose bodies have long been found to overcome death and be reborn as undead?

According to legend, the god of death also controls the underworld, which is his true kingdom of God. In Zhou Ning's opinion, to some extent, the god of death is the most difficult god to deal with.

Faced with this situation, Zhou Ning, wearing a black hat, grabbed the "Fariq Code" from the void, opened it, and materialized a pen, writing on it:

"This place will be sealed off, and any interaction with the outside world, including but not limited to connections and divine descent, is prohibited. To this end, I hope to obtain the assistance of the great God of War."

"Those who violate the law will be sentenced to death. Of course, this does not apply to the holder of the code and his companions."

Because Zhou Ning had received the blessing and friendship of the God of War before, his ability in the field of law was significantly strengthened at this time. A burst of golden light silently merged into the surrounding darkness.

The small book was also opened at this time, and lines of text appeared on it:

"Under normal circumstances, a great righteous god could directly descend from the sky, but my master chose the wisest approach. With the help of the God of War, he temporarily sealed off the space and prohibited the descent of the gods. This is also a very logical thing to do."

At this moment, the lich seemed to have noticed something and cast his eyes, which were flashing with blue fire, in Zhou Ning's direction. Archibald and all the wandering undead also looked in Zhou Ning's direction at the same time, and their voices buzzed:

"Who is it? Get out!"

His voice carried a strong allure, a spiritual magic called Dark Command, equivalent to the Word of the Dark Realm. However, due to the Transcendent's seven-colored talent, it had no effect on Zhou Ning at all.

Zhou Ning curled his lips slightly, and without any panic, he separated a clone, revealing his figure and rushing towards the lich in front.

"Wayne Stewell?" The blue flames in the lich's pupils leaped rapidly, and it was obvious that he was extremely shocked.

As a high-ranking member of the Curse Cult, he was no stranger to the church's long-standing archenemy. He was fully aware of its strength. The church had previously deduced the ritual process hundreds of times using a top-level miraculous item called the "Book of Deduction," anticipating the possibility of its appearance, but they hadn't expected it to appear so quickly or so suddenly.

But this ritual, like this war, is the key to the return of the God of Death, and the Curse Cult must never allow this ritual to fail.

He gripped the enormous staff tightly in his hand and raised it high. A phantom, bright light shone from the tip of the staff.

As if receiving some kind of command, the strange door behind him suddenly opened, and a large amount of dark green mist gushed out, doubly strengthening the nearby undead, causing their bodies to expand rapidly. At the same time, more undead broke out of the earth and swarmed towards Zhou Ning's clone, instantly trapping him.

Not far away, Archibald's eyes showed a complicated expression, but he still joined the battlefield without hesitation, waving the two-handed sword in his hand, and instantly formed a thick layer of illusory frost around Zhou Ning.

At the same time, a large amount of filthy black water gushed out, forming wriggling black monsters that polluted everything around them.

The lich breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his staff high once again. This was a high-level magic that required a long time to chant, and the difficult syllables jumped out of his mouth one by one.

The dark green mist around them clearly gathered together and expanded, as if an indescribable monster was gathering.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhou Ning appeared on the other side, holding the wishing lamp in his right hand, and rushed towards the lich. At the same time, he whispered a wish to himself:

"I hope that all the past existences will return to silence."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his left hand and snapped his fingers.

The densely packed undead monsters around instantly lost their support, collapsed to the ground and turned into a pool of powder. The scene was extremely shocking. The monster that had just been half condensed was also disturbed by the power of the wish and could not take shape for a long time. Only the lich and Archibald were left standing there alone.

Undead magic was indeed powerful, and even a demigod could use extraordinary items to destroy cities and nations. Unfortunately, he encountered Zhou Ning, an angel king who could make laws and excel at granting wishes. Zhou Ning used the power of wishing to easily deprive the undead of their necromancy.