My Celestial Ascension Chapter 952: Rose’s Golden Aura

"Everyone!! Fall back!!" Emperor Rhex bellowed to the allied forces, his countenance grave as lightning descended from the heavens.

"Keep as far from the lightning strikes as possible... do not be struck by it!!"

His voice reverberated across the entire battlefield, compelling the allied forces to retreat several meters to a more secure distance.

Nevertheless, despite their utmost efforts, a number were hit by the lightning, instantly reduced to mere ashes as their existence was obliterated in a flash.

It transpired so swiftly that the victims lacked the opportunity to even cry out before their bodies disintegrated into ash, a sight that filled all witnesses with dread.

"T-This is..." Emperor Rhex began, then ceased; he found himself speechless, the spectacle sending an icy tremor down his spine.

King Evander, Queen Lilith, and King Vargan wore identical expressions of horror, all aghast at the terrifying might of the celestial lightning.

It took but a fraction of a second to turn a person into ash—the victim couldn't even feel or comprehend their demise before perishing.

"N-No one ought to perish in such a way... this is simply too brutal..." Queen Lilith murmured distractedly, her face ashen, her eyes wide with terror.

King Vargan scanned his surroundings as if seeking answers and uttered, "Just what form of lightning is this?? To wield such immense power... who is responsible?"

Meanwhile, positioned atop the Great Wall, Long Yuyan observed the sky with a look of astonishment, her lustrous hair fluttering in the wind.

"Even though that wicked fiend is not a cultivator... his strength has transcended mortal boundaries and reached the echelon of a Spirit Master..." she whispered, her voice nearly lost amidst the turmoil.

"The world is truly brimming with enigmas... it never ceases to amaze us..."

Angela, standing a short distance from Long Yuyan, displayed a furrowed brow as she watched the lightning impact the ground.

’I pray Lily is unharmed... those lightning assaults are far from ordinary...’ Angela mused, her anxiety palpable.

Despite recognizing her granddaughter’s inherent strength and power, as a grandmother, she could not quell the apprehension gnawing at her heart.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

For a full hour, the relentless downpour of lightning continued to assault the battlefield, focusing its fury on Lily, intent on her utter annihilation.

Dust and smoke obscured the battlefield, and the allied forces could no longer discern Lily’s form through the dense, swirling haze.

"Is she still alright? The lightning has been battering her for an hour now... if she survives, it would be nothing short of a miracle..." Lilith murmured softly, as the atmosphere grew increasingly heavy with each passing moment.

"It’s inconceivable for anyone to endure such ceaseless onslaughts... not against power of this magnitude..." King Vargan concurred gravely, his gaze fixed upon the immense cloud of debris and smoke.

’Well, for us, it would be impossible...’ King Evander contemplated, his eyes narrowing slightly. ’However, for beings like them, the circumstances are entirely different. Our established rules do not apply.’

’And given that no one else is showing concern and everyone appears unperturbed by the situation, she is undoubtedly safe.’ he concluded after noting the composed expressions of Anna Grace and the others.

Anna Grace and her companions persisted in their slaughter of the undead, not a single soul diverting to aid Lily, as if fully cognizant of her complete well-being.

They conducted themselves as though the lightning incessantly hammering the battlefield for over an hour was utterly harmless, as if incapable of affecting them whatsoever.

This sight stunned King Evander and his companions into disbelief. Their eyes widened in amazement as Anna Grace and the others continued their relentless decimation of the undead, reducing their numbers to a mere few hundred thousand.

"Blast it, this is too much... we’ve felled hundreds of thousands, yet more keep swarming in!" Nerith exclaimed, clenching her jaw in vexation while maintaining her assault.

"Indeed... there appears to be no end to them," Isolde responded, clearly fatigued from excessive blood expenditure.

"Continue the fight—we must persevere until every last one is eradicated."

"Damn it... you speak the truth, but I can hardly continue. I’ve depleted too much blood and require recuperation time." Isolde replied, her face pale, her movements sluggish with exhaustion.

"You two should rest and leave this to us—we possess more than sufficient strength to handle them." Rose arrived and immediately commenced her brutal annihilation of the undead.

Her assaults were fierce and unyielding, felling a colossal number of undead with each devastating blow, while simultaneously shielding Isolde and Nerith from any incoming dangers.

Nerith and Isolde were finally granted a respite, their exhaustion plainly evident on their weary faces.

"Thank you, Sister Rose. We entrust the remainder to you." Nerith expressed with palpable relief before promptly sinking to the ground.

The inability to remain upright was palpable; the mere thought of lying down would send them into a slumber. Their hearts throbbed erratically, and a visible mist exuded from their forms.

"Thankfully, our sisters are here to shield us. Without them, we would have found ourselves in a predicament beyond imagination," Isolde articulated, her breath ragged, her eyes fixated on the darkened expanse above.

Nerith’s agreement was swift. "Indeed. This conflict far surpasses our initial understanding. Their intervention is our sole avenue to victory."

"Victory? What fanciful notion are you clinging to?" Isolde’s voice dripped with derision. "Had they not intervened, we would have been annihilated countless sunsets ago. The undead would have already razed our lands and extinguished our people."

"You two ought to commence meditation and recuperate your vital force. This practice will leave you feeling revitalized, as though fatigue never touched you."

Suddenly, Rose’s voice cut through the air, chiding them for allowing precious time to slip away and urging them to restore their stamina and energy, as the relentless tide of the undead showed no signs of abating.

’We possess the ability to do that?’ Both Nerith and Isolde experienced a profound jolt of astonishment, realizing the potential of energy recovery through meditation.

"Cultivation truly is a marvel..." Isolde whispered, a soft reverence in her tone as she prepared to enter her meditative state.

"It is undeniable," Nerith concurred, assuming a lotus position and gently closing her eyes.

While valiantly repelling the encroaching undead, Rose’s gaze momentarily shifted towards Nerith and Isolde. She swiftly retrieved a talisman from her spatial ring.

’This should ensure their safety and aid their focus... allowing me to dedicate my attention entirely to the enemy,’ she mused before launching the talisman in their direction.

With a subtle flick of her wrist, she activated the artifact, conjuring a protective array that enveloped Nerith and Isolde as they commenced their meditation.

"Excellent. Now I can unleash my full might without the burden of their safety weighing on my mind," she declared, her eyes beginning to emit a resplendent golden luminescence.

The surrounding atmosphere grew warmer, expanding outwards to create potent gusts of wind that swept across the battlefield, drawing numerous gazes toward her.

The imposing spear clutched in her hand vibrated with anticipation as Rose imbued it with a radiant golden aura, compelling the advancing undead to instinctively retreat.

"What is occurring?! Why do the undead recoil from her presence?!!" a voice from the allied forces cried out, laced with sheer incredulity.

"What?! This defies all reason! How can this possibly be?!"

"Wait! Observe the aura encircling her and that formidable spear... it burns with such brilliance and intensity, I can feel its heat even from this vantage point."

The allied forces watched, dumbfounded, as the undead faltered and drew back as if Rose herself inspired primal fear; the golden luminescence that enveloped her prompted their retreat, a primal sensing of imminent danger.

Meanwhile, Rose seized the moment, launching a devastating assault upon the undead horde, leaving them no opportunity to counter.

In her eyes, these abominations were naught but brittle bone structures awaiting utter destruction.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The very earth reverberated with the might of Rose’s onslaught, resulting in the annihilation of thousands of undead with each devastating blow.

Concurrently, Lily remained steadfast against the incessant barrage of lightning strikes, yet the otherworldly energy proved insufficient to inflict any substantial harm.

"Well, this is becoming rather mundane, as everyone else appears to be engaged in revelry. Perhaps I should simply bring that deceased reptilian down to the earth myself?" she mused, her gaze unwavering from the colossal undead dragon dominating the sky.

"Whatever the case, I shall personally escort the lizard earthward. As for the Undead King, that task I shall entrust to Mother," she murmured softly before launching herself from the ground, ascending with breathtaking velocity towards the heavens.

Bang! Bang!

Potent shockwaves propagated across the battlefield as Lily propelled herself skyward, charting a direct course towards the colossal undead dragon and the Undead King astride it.

Gazing upwards at the dark canopy obscuring the heavens, Lily tightened her grip on her sword with one hand and executed a powerful swing.

Slash! Instantly, the oppressive darkness was sundered by the arc of her blade, carving a vast aperture that revealed the undead dragon to all below.

"There you are." Lily's grin broadened perceptibly as her focus zeroed in on the Undead King.

"Hrm...?" The Undead King swiveled its head towards Lily, a flicker of astonishment crossing its spectral visage at the sudden, seemingly impossible manifestation.

Before the Undead King could even process the situation, Lily seized the undead dragon by its formidable tail and violently slammed it towards the ground.

The sheer force of the impact sent the Undead King hurtling from the dragon’s back, plummeting towards the earth alongside its mount.

Boom! Boom! A violent tremor convulsed the battlefield as both the undead dragon and the Undead King impacted the ground with cataclysmic force.