The roses only bloomed twenty or thirty, covering the space around the undead. This is already the limit of Zhuang Yichen's current strength.

However, even so, the terrifying power of the forbidden spell was revealed in an instant. I saw that with the bloom of death and withering, the originally indestructible pale skeleton of the undead began to turn yellow and black in the blink of an eye, and slowly showed signs of weathering.

An esoteric power enveloped the space in which death withered and bloomed. That power is the power of the law!

Under this most primordial power, the undead was imprisoned in place, watching in horror as his body, his energy and even his soul all decomposed and dissipated little by little, turning into nutrients to nourish the black rose.

The time for the death withering existence was very short, and Zhuang Yichen only maintained the existence of those black roses for more than ten seconds, and then he felt that his spiritual power and magic power were already showing signs of being drained.

In just a dozen seconds, Zhuang Yichen had no choice but to stop maintaining the supply of Death Withering Mana. Those dark bouquets of roses slowly dissolved into shadows again, dissipating between heaven and earth.

The undead in the center of death and withering were already dying at the moment, and the skeleton of their bodies was already full of cracks, yellow and gray, only a little soul fire in their eyes was still shining with a faint dark red light.

At this critical juncture, the undead did not hesitate to fall into the realm continuously, cast secret methods, and maintained his origin divine sense, but his strength had already fallen to the level of being born.

At this time, the undead spirit has completely lost the arrogance of being high above, and it moved its jaw, and it actually spoke slowly in a human voice.

"Human, I admit you're strong. Let me go back, and I promise to keep you alive when the Heavenly Powerful Man comes. ”

Zhuang Yichen listened to his words that were still hard at the end of his life, he just glanced at him coldly, and then raised his hand, and a burst of extreme cold impact swept away in an instant, and the blue mist wrapped the extremely fragile body of the undead, freezing it into a ball of ice, and slamming it down to the ground.

"Bang!"

A crisp voice sounded softly, and under the gaze of countless martial law troops on the ground, the mass of ice was torn apart in an instant, and it fell into a mess of broken bones.

February 27 of the first year of the Dark Age. After more than a year of war, a real undead finally died on the battlefield.

At this time in Kyoto, thousands of evolutionary troops above the fifth order had already gathered on the ground. The warriors below the fifth rank were all evacuated outside of Kyoto. As soon as the undead entered the city, the military decided that even if the entire above-ground part of Kyoto was completely destroyed with nuclear weapons, the undead would remain here forever.

The shattered skeletons were scattered all over the place, and the army on the ground who was waiting solemnly was stunned for a moment, and then I didn't know who asked carefully first.

"This, he's dead?"

Zhuang Yichen watched the undead finally perish, and for a while, all kinds of emotions came to his heart. Hearing this, he nodded slightly, and then said.

"Yes, he's dead."

He said it in a loud voice, just enough to reach the crowd below. With his words, the underground army immediately erupted in a tsunami-like cheer.

Since the end of the world, in this war for the survival of the race, human beings have paid too much, too much, too much. As far as the battlefield in China is concerned, the existing population of the entire China is now no more than 100 million, and all of them are surviving in the remaining four major base areas.

Zhuang Yichen looked at the cheering crowd underground, and the various experiences since the end of the world were like flowing water, slowly wading through his heart again. For this moment, he also lost too much. At this time, with that crisp sound, a white skeleton was scattered into a messy skeleton.

The unwillingness in his heart, the anger, and the joy and pride after the revenge were finally turned into an inexplicable abruptness. At this moment, he wants to share these joys with others. It's just that those brothers who are willing to share the joy with him will never be able to see this scene again.

The cheers on the ground became more and more frenzied, and some people even began to cry with their heads in their arms. Who has survived after the end of the world until now, and who does not have a bunch of sad stories.

At this time, although there is no victory, at least, people have seen the dawn of victory.

The undead who were so mysteriously powerful that it made people desperate finally truly defeated by humanity today, and there is nothing more morale-boosting than this.

After Zhuang Yichen finished dealing with the undead, his body slowly fell to the ground.

A large group of high-ranking officers of the Seventh Military Team immediately surrounded Zhuang Yichen and gave a solemn and solemn military salute to him.

Zhuang Yichen didn't say anything, immediately raised his right hand, and also replied with a solemn military salute.

After a few brief greetings with the military high-level, Zhuang Yichen's eyes swept around the crowd, and then he saw Qi Han's figure. At this time, she was standing far away in the carnival crowd, waving to Zhuang Yichen.

Zhuang Yichen also waved his hand to him, and then said goodbye to the military cadres, pushed off all meetings, returned to his room, and began to stabilize the realm.

You must know that he had just broken through the realm of the five-star magister, and before he had time to consolidate it, he immediately cast a forbidden spell magic. Death withering was forcibly performed by him when he had just broken through the realm when his magic power was full and his mental power was at its best.

Solving the undead with one blow, although it looks infinitely beautiful, but within the source of magic power in his body, the five originally brilliant magic crystals have become dimmed. If the realm is not stabilized in time, the foundation will be damaged at least, and the realm will be directly dropped at worst.

Naturally, the generals of the military also know how powerful it is. Therefore, as soon as Zhuang Yichen entered the retreat and practice, the military once again isolated the apartment building where he lived. The whole of Kyoto has been put on maximum alert to be on guard against another invasion of the undead.

And at the same time, in the Eternal Continent, the land of bones.

On the Frosty Throne, the king of the Undead Clan, who had the strength of a demigod, was standing silently in front of the throne. The soul fire in the eye socket jumped gently, and with the jump of the soul fire, a terrifying coercion echoed above the empty and vast hall like a tidal wave.

Under the throne, the three elders had heavy faces, and they tried their best to resist the incomparably majestic and profound aura of the sea, even though each of them had the strength of the heavenly position, but under the breath of the king, they seemed so vulnerable.