My Celestial Ascension Chapter 949: Undead Knights

"Astonishing... I had no idea Sister Emma possessed such formidable power..." Isolde whispered, her gaze fixed in awe at the spectacle unfolding before her.

"A single strike obliterated more than a thousand undead... and Sister Emma accomplished it with effortless grace. Her abilities are on a completely different echelon compared to ours..." Nerith chimed in, her voice laced with the same bewildered admiration.

"Sister Vrasha is equally magnificent... witness how she decimates the undead with that colossal blade so easily."

"Indeed," Isolde concurred softly, adding, "Despite her imposing stature, her movements are astonishingly swift.

Her form became a mere blur as she advanced, unleashing tremendous destruction with each swing of her immense sword.

The undead were less than mere weeds before her, easily felled and annihilated; she held her position against tens of thousands of the reanimated without the slightest hint of exertion."

"Shall we indulge in the fray as well?" Julie inquired of Ava, a broad grin spreading across her face.

Observing the overwhelming dominance Emma, Valeria, and Vrasha exhibited on the battlefield ignited a fiery excitement within both Julie and Ava.

After all, nearly a month had elapsed since they last unleashed their full capabilities without reservation, and this very battlefield presented the ideal stage to expend their power without restraint.

Exchanging a determined nod, they charged into the ranks of the undead; with their swords and daggers, they commenced their onslaught, dispatching thousands with every passing moment.

The steadfast warriors stationed upon the Great Wall could only observe the unfolding scene, their eyes wide with disbelief and their jaws slack with astonishment.

They struggled to process the events transpicking place before them; the enigmatic women, accompanied by Nerith and Isolde, displayed such destructive might and battlefield supremacy that they were rendered utterly speechless by their extraordinary prowess.

"Th-This is sheer lunacy...!" Emperor Rhex exclaimed, his eyes wide with profound disbelief.

The sheer scale of devastation wrought by these women, alongside Yuan, had shaken him to his very core. He had anticipated a certain level of strength, but never had he conceived of such a staggering display of power.

He could only perceive them as fleeting blurs amidst swirling dust clouds as they unleashed ruin across the entire expanse of the battlefield.

Victorious over tens of thousands of undead without expending visible effort... and for the first time, a fragile glimmer of hope for victory began to illuminate his thoughts.

‘But where is Yuan?? Why has he not yet revealed himself??’ he pondered internally, noting his conspicuous absence from the ongoing conflict.

He scanned the battlefield and the encampment, diligently searching for any trace of him. Regrettably, he could not locate him anywhere.

Turning then towards Anna Grace, he posed the question, "Where is Yuan? I cannot perceive him anywhere."

"He will not intervene in this battle unless absolute necessity dictates it. For the present moment, he is observing all proceedings from within the tent," Anna Grace responded with unwavering calmness.

She emanated an aura of complete composure, as if the entire unfolding situation were already well within her control. Her confidence appeared entirely genuine, and consequently, Rhex did not press the matter further, merely offering a silent nod.

’Just how formidable is he...?? Was that truly the zenith of his power...??’ he began to question his own understanding of Yuan’s capabilities, realizing that his previous assessments of him might have been profoundly superficial.

"It’s stirring!! There are movements within the shadowy miasma!!" someone suddenly cried out, redirecting everyone’s attention toward the boundless darkness.

Unusual stirrings could be discerned within the dense mist, yet due to its opaqueness and its potent sensory obstruction, no one could ascertain the precise nature of the events unfolding within.

Nevertheless, a collective certainty settled upon them: something of immense magnitude was on the verge of occurring within moments.

The oppressive mist suddenly began to writhe, and a palpable, heavy pressure descended upon the entirety of the battlefield. Every warrior present could sense the emergence of multiple potent and sinister entities from its depths.

"Wh-What manner of pressure is this???"

"Wh-What kind of being could emanate such a formidable and malevolent aura...???"

The warriors turned their gazes toward the inscrutable expanse of mist, their voices quivering and their legs trembling uncontrollably from fear as an unnerving chill snaked down their spines.

This oppressive aura did not solely afflict the common warriors but extended its reach even to the Emperor and the assembled kings; even they felt the cold sweat drenching their backs beneath this dreadful presence.

Abruptly, the very atmosphere transformed, chilling instantly to an icy cold, causing the warriors engaged with the undead to shiver uncontrollably.

Whoosh! Ten colossal undead figures emerged from the heart of the mist, clad in jet-black, spiked armor, with an eerie blue light flickering within their vacant eyes.

Each of these ten wielded immense, obsidian swords, matching their towering bodies in height; a single, sweeping strike from these formidable blades possessed the capacity to end the lives of more than fifty individuals instantaneously.

This terrifying spectacle left the Allied Forces utterly dumbfounded, prompting many to drop their weapons in sheer terror, while others felt their legs buckle, as if they could no longer bear their own weight.

Their overwhelming presence and colossal forms etched a profound and paralyzing fear into the hearts of the Allied Forces, instilling a deep hesitation to advance further.

Some felt their strength vanish, their will to fight extinguished, causing them to stagger back with ashen faces.

"They are quite formidable... the Undead Knights. It will be an arduous battle for the allied forces," Isolde murmured, her expression grave.

Nerith nodded soberly and added, "Shall we engage? It seems about time we made our entrance, just as the others have."

"Certainly..." Isolde agreed, then summoned her blood, weaving it into full-body armor, encasing herself in dark crimson plating.

Nerith grasped her sword with one hand and surged forward with astonishing speed, charging directly at an Undead Knight on the field.

Isolde conjured a massive pair of wings on her back before ascending, flying straight toward another Undead Knight.

As she traversed the air at a breakneck pace, she shaped two swords from her blood, gripping them firmly.

Sensing their approach, the Undead Knights emitted inhuman shrieks that reverberated across the battlefield, compelling the allied forces to cover their ears.

They raised their blades, poised to parry the incoming assaults from Nerith and Isolde, sensing imminent peril.

Their very presence seemed to unnerve the undead, forcing them into a defensive posture as if instinctively apprehensive of Nerith and Isolde.

Bang!!!

A deafening explosion echoed as Nerith and Isolde's weapons met the massive swords of the Undead Knights.

A potent shockwave radiated across the battlefield, flinging nearby undead several meters away and obliterating those closest to the impact.

The intensity of the shockwave compelled even the warriors on the Great Wall to their knees, struggling to withstand its overwhelming might.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Suddenly, the sharp clang of metal clashing and flying sparks filled the air as Isolde and Nerith engaged the Undead Knights in a furious melee.

While they had not yet acquired advanced sword techniques or offensive skills from Yuan, they still possessed the unique capabilities bestowed by their Cultivation techniques.

Regrettably, these techniques demanded a substantial amount of Spiritual Energy, and with their current Cultivation, they could only manifest them twice before depletion.

Consequently, they relied on their innate combat instincts and personal fighting styles to battle the Undead Knights with their utmost effort, keenly aware of the limitations imposed by a lack of proper martial techniques.

It was regrettable they lacked sufficient time to learn such skills, as the border's urgent needs demanded their presence.

Meanwhile, Emma, Valeria, and Vrasha continued to dominate the battlefield through sheer power, decimating the undead with ease.

Boom! Boom! Bang!

Explosions rocked the battlefield as they annihilated the undead at an astonishing rate, leaving the allied forces utterly dumbfounded.

Witnessing this, King Evander, Queen Lilith, and King Vargan felt their pride stung and exerted themselves fully, seeking to slay as many undead as possible.

They carved a path of destruction across the battlefield, employing their distinct methods to eliminate undead horde after horde, as if engaging in a competition with Emma and the others.

"Those fools... do they truly believe this is some sort of game? Vying with each other like children? How utterly absurd..." Emperor Rhex could only heave a sigh at the three kings' conduct.

Their puerile actions amidst such a grave situation only amplified his frustration and irritation, prompting him to shake his head in disbelief.

Anna Grace bypassed the three kings, turning her attention to Mireya and those beside her, stating, "I doubt Nerith and Isolde can handle all the Undead Knights alone... shall we offer them some aid?"

"Of course, Mother-in-law," Sylvia responded with a broad grin before her form dissipated like a phantom.

"I am always prepared for a battle…" Lily declared with a grin as a chilling, icy aura radiated from her body, causing the temperature around the entire Great Wall to plummet.

"Me too! I wish for some excitement as well," Aisha remarked with a slight smile, clearly eager to unleash her full strength for the first time since becoming a cultivator.

Just then, Angela interjected with a strained smile, "I would prefer to remain here and observe. Combat holds little appeal for me."

"I concur. I would also rather stay and watch," Vanessa added.

"Well, count me in as well," Miss Zara stated.

"I want to fight! Look how much fun big sister Emma and the others are having," Little Zoe exclaimed, retrieving her small sword from her spatial ring, her eyes alight with excitement.