Its voice seemed to echo from the depths of the heart, carrying an irresistible majesty, yet also like the fear deep within oneself reverberating in the mind.
Wang Feng raised his head, his gaze calmly fixed on the armor robe on the Blood Throne.
"Are you waiting for me?" Wang Feng asked.
"Yes, and no. I am waiting for someone who can inherit my mantle to arrive."
That eerie voice rang out again, deep and distant, as if from ancient times.
"I am not your descendant," Wang Feng responded indifferently.
"That doesn't matter."
"What should I do?"
"Wear the armor robe, and you will gain everything I possess!"
"..."
During their conversation, Wang Feng had already walked to the Blood Throne.
However, Wang Feng made no move, merely looking down at the armor robe on the throne.
It was as if a true Emperor was looking down on a lowly imitator.
"What are you looking at!" The voice suddenly turned sharp, with a hint of anger.
"Looking at a failed practitioner who succumbed to their own power."
"Presumptuous!" The voice roared in anger, clearly stung by Wang Feng's words.
"The real Ancient King died long ago. You are merely a trace of his obsession, and the residual souls of many failures merged within the armor robe, giving birth to this evil thought."
Wang Feng said coldly, "Having stayed here for over two thousand years, without even the ability to move, yet still attempting to perfect yourself by devouring souls and possessing descendants—it's simply pathetic!"
"Presumptuous! I am the great King! It is I who gave you the chance to appear before me!" The voice roared furiously.
"I even tried to see the Ancient King's spirit in an evil soul; it seems my mind is also a bit off," Wang Feng shook his head.
Before he finished speaking, with a thought, the Mystic Snake Sky Armor instantly covered his entire body.
At the same time, the power of the Azure Dragon poured into his body, completing the possession.
"Azure Dragon? How do you possess its power!"
A hint of panic appeared in that voice.
Wang Feng did not respond, merely looking coldly at the armor robe's evil soul. A brilliant azure radiance condensed in his hand, illuminating the entire blood-colored altar.
This was a radiance mixed with the power of the Azure Dragon Totem; even Monarch Level undead would temporarily avoid its sharp edge under this light!
Although the armor robe's evil soul was special and could bestow Emperor-level power upon a "vessel," it was powerless without a "vessel."
It was precisely for this reason that Wang Feng dared to walk before it alone.
"Azure Dragon - Radiance - Purify!"
Wang Feng let out a low cry, throwing the radiance in his hand fiercely above the armor robe.
The radiance instantly erupted, and azure light swept out like a tide.
Immediately, a large amount of greenish-black smoke billowed from the armor robe, and the faint shadow of the evil soul hidden within it flickered, emitting a shrill scream.
"Ah ah ah ah! You… you dare! Unforgivable!"
The armor robe's evil soul howled in pain, its voice filled with anger and unwillingness.
Immediately after, the armor robe suddenly decomposed into more than a dozen parts, rushing towards Wang Feng like living creatures.
"Shield!"
Wang Feng calmly activated the magic shield on the Mystic Snake Sky Armor, and a thick curtain of light instantly unfolded, blocking the armor robe.
"Azure Dragon - Radiance - Purify!"
Wang Feng threw another ball of radiance, and the armor robe's evil soul's shadow was further purified, becoming increasingly thin.
"Damn it, damn it! I won't let you have your way!"
The evil soul could no longer disguise itself, completely revealing its true form.
Hundreds, even thousands, of heads emerged on its body, densely packed, each head twisted and wailing, as if narrating endless pain and resentment.
A terrifying demonic sound instantly swept over, and Wang Feng felt a sharp pain in his mind. His magic energy and spiritual power were briefly interrupted, and the Mystic Snake Sky Armor disappeared with it.
Clang ~ Clang ~ Clang ~
The evil soul seized this fleeting opportunity, and the armor robe's components quickly attached themselves to Wang Feng's body, beginning to frantically possess his body!
Wang Feng's expression changed. Just as he was about to activate his Demon System power to force back the armor robe's evil soul, the Fallen Angel Soul Embryo, hidden in his spiritual universe, suddenly stirred.
A dark soul shadow emerged from behind Wang Feng, and then, pairs of black wings unfolded from his back, emitting a heart-palpitating dark aura.
"No, no! Why do you still possess such power, no!"
The armor robe's evil soul screamed in terror, its voice filled with despair.
It tried to detach from Wang Feng's body, but it was too late.
The Fallen Angel's holy attire, like black flames, quickly enveloped, covered, and devoured the armor robe, ultimately merging perfectly with it.
Soon, the armor robe, originally belonging to the Ancient King, merged with the Fallen Angel's holy attire, becoming a part of Wang Feng's Angel Soul Embryo.
The evil soul, having lost the protection of the armor robe, was like rootless duckweed, completely divided by the power of the Azure Dragon and the Fallen Angel Soul Embryo, ending its wicked 'life.'
…
Just then, Mo Fan, Zhang Xiaohou, and others below the altar noticed the commotion from the Blood Throne and hurried over.
When they saw Wang Feng standing before the Blood Throne, clad in ferocious armor, with four pairs of wide black wings unfurling behind him, they were all dumbfounded.
"Ol-Old Wang? You, what is this…?" Mo Fan stammered, his eyes filled with shock.
"I'm fine, you… go out first," Wang Feng's voice was cold and authoritative, like a solitary Monarch.
As his words fell, he waved his hand, and a silver vortex suddenly appeared beneath Mo Fan and the others' feet, instantly engulfing them and teleporting them out of the tomb palace.
Immediately after, Wang Feng slowly sat on the Blood Throne.
"Are you not coming out yet?"
"This concubine respectfully welcomes the new King to the throne~"
Nine Nether Queen's graceful and lithe figure quietly appeared below the Blood Throne. She respectfully half-knelt before Wang Feng, her voice carrying a hint of charm and submission.
"Issue an order for all undead to retreat!"
"As you command~"
Nine Nether Queen responded respectfully, her figure once again becoming ethereal and disappearing into the white tomb palace.
After Nine Nether Queen left, Wang Feng let out a long sigh, dispelling his Fallen Angel state.
The armor robe and black wings vanished simultaneously, his body trembled slightly, and his face appeared somewhat pale.
"Cough cough, the power is very strong, but the backlash is too severe."
Wang Feng lowered his head and glanced at his body.
He saw black and red Texture crisscrossing his skin, spreading like meridians.
These were the death qi from the armor robe; although the evil soul had dissipated, the armor robe still contained the power of the Undead Emperor.
Wang Feng was currently only a High-level Mage and could not fully control Emperor-level power.
The price of forcibly using this power was to be corroded by death qi.
When these black and red patterns covered his entire body, he would be transformed into a living dead, becoming a dark creature.
"The limit is probably five minutes? Five minutes of Emperor power is enough."
Wang Feng murmured, condensing a ball of radiance in his hand, and began to purify the death qi within his body.
"Less than a minute of use, yet it will take three days to purify. How troublesome."