Sealed Divine Throne II: Twin Sons of Dragon
Chapter 835 - 418 Entering Mithril Castle

Chapter 835: Chapter 418 Entering Mithril Castle

Can 3rd Rank magic interfere with high-ranking powerhouses above the 7th Rank? The answer is, of course, no. Therefore, Long Dangdang’s Deep Darkness Magic, under normal circumstances, would also be unable to affect undead of the same level. But the question is, when all the undead are tense, always cautious of the opponents around them, what is their first reaction when their vision and perception are suddenly hindered? Self-preservation, or attack.

Thus, in the instant the black fog enveloped them, Long Dangdang’s group descended into chaos, with almost all undead launching attacks immediately. Their goal was singular—to eliminate the adversaries beside them as swiftly as possible.

After casting the magic, Long Dangdang once again Slide Stepped, changed direction thrice, and evaded the attacks of two undead. He ducked down, concealed his aura, and crouched in a corner.

The surrounding wraith warriors, following orders, would advance a step every so often, thereby shrinking the combat area. But for Long Dangdang’s group, this was clearly unnecessary. In the cover of the black fog, the combat was unexpectedly fierce. When the fog lifted, the only one left standing was Long Dangdang; all the other undead lay on the ground.

The majority fell to mutual slaughter, and naturally, there were many who were seriously wounded—Long Dangdang simply delivered the final blow, effortlessly. Compared to these undead, his greatest advantage was not strength, but a flexible mind.

Through combat, Long Dangdang also discovered that the combat instincts of these undead were not at all inferior to human warriors of the same Rank. However, their equipment was lacking, and their thinking was probably quite rigid; it likely required higher-ranked undead to possess greater intellect. By the 9th Rank and above, they should be entirely on par with humans.

Out of fifty groups, Long Dangdang’s emergence meant he moved into the top fifty. This selection process was truly straightforward and faster than the Federation’s Great Impartation Contest, and moreover, the Wraith Kingdom clearly did not care about casualties. After this round, there were many seriously injured and even more dead. An immense amount of wraith energy stirred and pulsed above the circular plaza.

Long Dangdang thought to himself, This selection for the Prince Consort by the Wraith Kingdom is really simple—is this all it takes to get into the top fifty? Up to now, the princess hasn’t even shown up. Surely, they won’t end up choosing a few and let the princess pick among them? If so, that would be quite sad for the princess.

He just wasn’t sure if wraith entities even had the ability to produce offspring; what use was a Prince Consort to the princess?

After achieving victory, naturally, a wraith warrior escorted Long Dangdang out and took him to one side to wait.

He was basically the earliest to be selected from this chaotic culling, and when the other undead emerged as champions of their groups, most were injured, some even disabled. In contrast, only Long Dangdang and a few others who already possessed 8th Rank cultivation maintained a relatively good physical condition.

Moreover, not every group had a champion emerge—eight groups ended up with no winners, ultimately just battering each other into mutual defeat.

So, in the end, including Long Dangdang, only forty-two undead were selected.

"The disabled will be eliminated!" The Sorcery Demon King’s massive figure descended from the sky, landing in front of the crowd of undead, and cruelly eliminated another batch.

There were nine disabled, showing just how brutal the earlier combat had been. Unlike the human world, there was no debate; the edicts of higher-ranking undead were commands that must be obeyed. The nine disabled undead withdrew voluntarily, and as for compensation, Long Dangdang had no idea. And now, he had advanced to the final thirty-three.

"Very well, from now on you are the final candidates. You may proceed to the next round of assessment."

There’s another round? What’s coming next, and how many will remain after that?

Long Dangdang was surprised in his heart.

With a wave of his hand, the Sorcery Demon King turned and walked in a certain direction, the selected thirty-three undead following behind him. The next moment, Long Dangdang felt a surge of excitement because the Sorcery Demon King was heading towards none other than Mithril Mountain!

To Mithril Castle they go! While feeling thrilled, Long Dangdang managed to relax as much as possible, careful not to exhibit any out-of-the-ordinary behavior. Being able to enter was one thing, but the best outcome would be to stay there. Once the Federation’s Legion and the wraith legion began their war on the frontlines and the rear was left vulnerable, that would be his best opportunity. By then, he might not only rescue his parents but perhaps also do something for the Federation—at the very least, bring back some valuable information.

But all that was for later. For him, the most important thing right now was to safely stay within Mithril Castle.

The moment they stepped into Mithril Mountain, all the undead involuntarily straightened their spines, not out of any sense of glory but because as they entered this boundary, a pure and colossal energy immediately surged into their bodies. It was an extremely refined power of elements, and what shocked Long Dangdang further, this element energy was not wraith energy but resembled the non-attributed element energy produced by Kongkong after filtering through the Elemental Vortex Spirit Furnace. The only difference was that Kongkong’s filtered energy contained a hint of life’s essence, whereas the energy in Mithril Mountain was purely elemental. This kind of energy was something Long Dangdang’s original body could completely absorb and cultivate—naturally, the other undead could as well. Thus, when they were struck by this element energy, their bodies unconsciously began absorbing it, and in the process, they naturally experienced its delightful aspects. With spiritual power brimming within, they naturally stood tall, their previous combat exhaustion rapidly recovering.