Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

Five days passed quickly, and nothing major happened during that time.

Sylvus spent those five days cultivating, reaching the level of a nine-star Saint ArchMage. Meanwhile, Myron had reached the level of a Sage Archmage, and it wouldn't be long before he could break through to the level of a Mage Ruler.

As for the powerful beings of Aisral, they all headed to the Abyss, including Corvin and Kennan. These two were no longer weak; at only fifteen years old, one had reached the level of a nine-star aint ArchMage., and the other a five-star Holy Knight.

At first, many people didn't pay much attention to the two, but once they learned about their strength, they were astonished. In all their years on the continent, they had never seen someone so young with such great power.

Because of this, the two, despite their age, were treated as treasures by everyone. As long as they didn't fall, they would undoubtedly become Divine Knights and Mage Ruler-level powerhouses.

During those five days, the undead clan had grown restless, launching attacks from time to time. Fortunately, Aisral had already sent many strong individuals there, preventing the undead from causing too much trouble.

"How much longer do we have to wait for the elven clan? It's already the fifth day, and the undead are preparing for an all-out attack. While they don't have Mage Ruler-level powerhouses, they have many more Mage Emperors than we do."

"We've sent a message to the elven clan, but there's been no response yet. Let's wait a bit longer; they should arrive soon."

"The strongest of the undead have already been dealt with by the boss. If we can't even handle these small fry, that would truly be embarrassing."

Late at night, a group of powerhouses gathered to discuss. The undead outside had already started to gather, and by tomorrow at the latest, the undead clan would launch their attack.

"Your Majesty, bad news! The undead clan has started their attack on us."

"Roar! Roar!"

At that moment, a dwarf warrior ran in, his voice urgent. Before the group could react, roars echoed through the sky, and powerful auras began spreading from afar.

"Everyone, prepare for battle!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions changed. They hadn't expected the undead clan to be so eager.

Soon, they saw an overwhelming wave of undead charging toward them from the distance. The sight made everyone's faces change, and even a sense of retreat arose in their hearts.

"Fight! If we retreat, all life on Aisral will be doomed. We must hold the line!"

Ronald roared, wielding his long sword as his ninth-tier beast mount, the Hellfire Dragon, emerged. The dwarves summoned their mounts, charging towards the advancing undead.

"We can't let the dwarves look down on us. Let's go!" Mor, one of the human powerhouses, shouted, and the human warriors clenched their teeth, joining the battle.

"Don't die. We said we'd stand at the top of this world together," Corvin said to Kennanwith a smile as the Twin Winged Tiger appeared beside him.

"Don't worry. If you die, I'll whip your corpse, so it's best if you don't die," Kennan said calmly.

The two exchanged glances, suddenly bursting into laughter. Over the past few days, the aura around them had changed dramatically, shedding their youthful inexperience. If one didn't know their age, they might mistake them for two battle-hardened warriors.

"Boom!"

Soon, the battle erupted. Countless spells lit up the battlefield, and the roars of battle echoed ceaselessly. Many bodies fell to the ground, and a thick killing intent hovered in the air.

"This isn't working. If this continues, we'll all die here. When will the elven clan arrive?" After about half an hour of fighting, the side of Aisral began to falter. The undead had more Mage Emperors, and without the elven clan, the battlefield was almost entirely one-sided.

"We're still too weak. If we had the boss's power, these undead wouldn't be a problem," Corvin said wearily, slumping to the ground. A large wound bled from his chest, and Kennan cast healing magic to treat him.

"Hold on! Don't forget what I told you before!" Kennan gritted his teeth.

His own face was pale, the result of exhausting a lot of mana. He, too, was struggling to hold on.

"It's over. There's no escape this time," Ronald said, looking around with despair. They were completely surrounded by the endless undead, with Mage Emperor-level undead eyeing them greedily.

"Looks like you won't get to whip my corpse after all," Corvin said to Kennanwith a bitter smile.

"If we're going to die, we might as well take some of them with us." Kennan smiled, his mana surging, ready to strike at any moment.

"What now? It seems we're doomed," Ronald asked Mor, who was standing beside him.

Mor took a deep breath. "What else can we do? We fight to the death. If anyone can escape, they must."

The group nodded, each showing a resolute expression. The undead seemed to sense something as well, and a powerful aura erupted from their ranks.

Just as everyone was about to make their last stand, a loud noise echoed across Aisral. Everyone was momentarily stunned. They looked up to see a pillar of holy light descending from the sky, enveloping them.

Streams of light shot out from the pillar, falling onto everyone. In an instant, their fatigue was gone, and even their injuries healed.

"Boom!"

At the same time, the undead powerhouses launched another attack, with countless spells and attacks landing on the pillar of light. The crowd's expressions changed, and they prepared to dodge, only to find that the attacks couldn't penetrate the light pillar—it couldn't harm them at all.

"Could it be... the elven clan?" They were first overjoyed, but then their brows furrowed. Even if the elven clan had arrived, what could they do? There were millions of undead in front of them, and they still wouldn't be able to resist.

"Everyone, our apologies for being late."

A gentle voice echoed in everyone's ears. They all looked towards the top of the pillar of light, seeing a group of beings with wings that resembled the fallen angels they had seen before, but radiating a holy presence.

"Queen Elena?" Although it was their first time seeing the angel race, they instantly recognized Elena, who hadn't changed her appearance.

"Everyone, please rest. Leave the rest to us, the angel clan." Elena smiled slightly, her gaze sweeping over the undead.

"Angels, attack!"

With Elena's words, tens of thousands of angels unleashed their power, charging toward the surrounding undead.