Chapter 2670 Retreat

As the old man's voice reverberated in the air, his gaunt palm emerged from the depths of the chaotic void and reached across the vastness of the universe.

Bang! Bang! Bang

As soon as the hand so much as grazed them, the otherwise fearsome soldiers of the army of the dead exploded and disintegrated into nothing

Chace felt a chill wash over him as he watched the obliteration of his troops. "Fall back!"

he shouted to the corpse soldiers outside the city walls, his steely voice cutting through the distant blasts.

As his command swept through the ranks, the low rumble of the army's retreating footsteps began.

The rumbling quickly turned into a thunderous roar as tide after tide of corpse soldiers stampeded back into the dark city.

But the old man's palm followed closely at their feet, effortlessly catching up to them.

The ranks of the corpse soldiers continued to be decimated as the hand swept through them.

In an instant, almost half of the force was wiped out.

Even the most formidable of the dark army, the grim reapers with their soul-harvesting sickles, proved no match.

Each of them had power enough to take on up to six sect ancestors. But the mighty palm simply swatted the reapers down like insects.

Everyone who witnessed the scene was stunned.

The old man's might exceeded all imagination.

Among those dazed at what they just saw was the leader of the Heavenly Palace.

He had always prided himself for being renowned as this universe's strongest warrior.

But in this moment, he knew, without question, that if he ever found himself at odds with the old man, he would not be able to withstand even a single blow.

He took solace in the thought that the old man, born at least thousands of years earlier than him, would naturally be thousands of years ahead in expertise.

His reveries were broken by the sound of the old man's hand slamming right outside the walls of the dark city.

Boom!

The impact caused the city to shake. As if summoned by the trembling sound, a black fog started to spread. It grew thicker and rose higher until it spewed like boiling water. Millions of black runes emerged and floated above the city, glowing with a black light.

Each rune blazed with the terrifying energy of a dark sun.

It was at this moment that the mighty palm swung over the city.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The runes exploded one after another, each one emitting piercing rays of black light aimed at the intruder.

The hand appeared to be unscathed from the attack, but it slowly moved back down.

The mighty palm slammed against the city walls and remained at rest for a while.

A stalemate in the battle appeared to have been reached.

"Huh! So the netherworld has decided to put their most precious card into play. How unexpected."

The old man, deep in the chaotic void, snorted. Half an hour passed before he decided to withdraw his hand.

In that half hour, Chace, Ervin and the other black-robed men remained standing at the city ramparts, waiting anxiously for the old man's next move.

A relieved thrill ran across the assembly as the old man's hand slowly retracted until it disappeared.

Now that the danger was gone, the frightened chattering broke out. Even Ervin, known for his arrogance, was unnerved.

"That was terrifying! Who in hell was that damne

p. The only reason I'm here in the first place is to satisfy him and oversee the search for those damned treasures."

He straightened up and came to a decision. "Very well, then. We shall push through and finish what we came here to do, without fail.

I shall call on our leader right away for assistance,"

Ervin answered and resolved.

Outside the dark city, Ansell and the denizens from thousands of other worlds continued to keep a close watch on the fortress, as they had done for the last dozen days.

Ansell ordered the most brilliant sect ancestors and the most skilled experts from across the universe to set up a dense barricade of arrays just outside the city walls and the black fog.

The arrays were meant to trap the army of the dead once and for all inside their damned city.

Countless volunteers from other worlds had joined in the cause, bringing with them all the resources and manpower they could contribute.

Boom!

Array flags rose and landed where the black mist ended, as plentiful and as close together as raindrops.

The high-level arrays formed a fortress of its own outside the area of the black mist, sealing it entirely.

The walls of arrays were made of such a vast amount of sturdy materials that even Ansell himself eventually found it hard to move in and out of it.

Ansell was finally satisfied with this development. He ordered the armies from the various worlds to fall back and stay on the sidelines.

The only ones he ordered to remain on the battlefield were the best martial arts masters, to monitor the corpse soldiers' next movements.

Austin gathered the troops of the Immortal End Alliance back to their warships and soon took off for the Immortal End World.

Among the forces were Damon and the Evil Shadow King, who were secretly escorting Austin. Once the ships safely neared the Immortal End World, however, the clandestine guards bid farewell.

As the escorts left, the warships continued to sail across the universe toward the Immortal End World.

A mysterious observer let out a malevolent laugh at the sight.

"Welcome to your death, Austin."

The cold, echoing laughter followed in the wake of those warships sailing to the Immortal End World.