Chapter 609 - 447: Domain Confrontation, Giant’s Charge
Chapter 609: Chapter 447: Domain Confrontation, Giant’s Charge
A tornado that touched the sky roared madly as it spun, sweeping up everything on the ground.
Rubble, mud, and broken weapons were all swept up into it.
The entire sky was thrown into darkness by this murky tornado.
"Rise!"
Master Herast thrust his Magic Staff upward!
As if given a command, the massive tornado, carrying an unrivaled power, smashed violently into the River of Death formed from corpses!
The rampaging Hurricane Power instantly disrupted the Snake-man Priest’s Magic.
The corpses, drawn by a strange power, lost control in the tornado’s pull. Like fallen leaves in a tempest, they were frantically swept up and flung high into the sky!
Thousands of corpses tumbled and danced across the dim sky—a scene both spectacular and horrifying.
Beneath its white bone mask, the Snake-man Priest let out a hoarse, grating laugh.
The ghostly green flames of its eyes flickered. It raised its other hand, fingers splayed, and aimed at the rampaging tornado.
An even denser wave of Death Magic erupted from its body.
Visible streams of black energy, like living tentacles, shot out from its fingertips and coiled around the corpses that had been swept into the sky.
On one side was the furious hurricane, representing the power of nature itself.
On the other, the pull of a black mist, representing the Law of Darkness.
Two completely different Powers clashed fiercely in the sky above the Mass Grave!
Master Herast’s expression grew solemn. He could feel his opponent’s Magic was both bizarre and powerful. It seemed to have some mysterious connection to this death-filled land, providing it with an endless source of Power.
He continuously channeled his Magic Power to maintain the tornado, keeping most of the corpses locked firmly within the storm and preventing them from falling into the deep pit.
Meanwhile, the Snake-man Priest was constantly "stealing" corpses from the tornado’s periphery. One, then two... dozens... snatched by its black tentacles and flung with accelerating speed toward the Mass Grave.
For a moment, the two Domain Level Casters were locked in a strange stalemate.
However, this stalemate did not last long.
Just then,
the central formation of the Snake-man Legion slowly parted to the sides.
A figure walked out from the middle.
It was none other than the Six-armed Snake Demon!
Its powerful, hulking torso rippled with explosive muscle. Each of its six thick arms now gripped a menacing Treasure Saber that shimmered with a sinister, cold blue light.
Domain Level Peak!
It was just one step away from reaching the threshold of the Catastrophe Level!
Its crimson, slitted pupils swept across the battlefield. It paid no mind to the brutal, close-quarters slaughter between the two armies, instead raising its gaze to the magical duel in the sky.
An expression of contempt and impatience flickered across its face.
The next moment, it moved.
It merely bent forward slightly, all six of its arms swinging in unison!
SWOOSH!
An impossibly brilliant and impossibly condensed arc of blade light flashed into existence!
The blade light formed a bizarre arc, like a black crescent moon forged from death and sharpness. It flew from its hands, tearing through the air, heading straight for the massive tornado that connected the heavens and the earth!
Wherever the arc of light passed, space itself seemed to tear open, leaving a faint fissure in its wake.
Master Herast’s expression changed dramatically!
He felt the terrifying Power contained within that arc of light—a Power capable of severing anything!
It was a pure form of Domain Power, a physical attack pushed to its absolute limit!
’This is bad!’
The black, crescent-shaped arc of light was impossibly fast. It arrived in an instant, striking the tornado’s "waist" with pinpoint accuracy!
BOOM!
The massive tornado, which Master Herast had summoned with all his might—a vortex powerful enough to destroy a castle—was sliced apart by that single blow as if it were butter cut by a hot knife.
It was brutally sliced in two, right down the middle!
The hurricane’s force instantly dissipated!
The countless bits of rubble, mud, and bleached bone that formed the tornado came raining down with a great RATTLE, like a filthy downpour.
Struck as if by a physical blow, Master Herast spat out a mouthful of blood. He staggered in mid-air and began to fall, only to be caught by several quick-reacting Royal Mages.
His face was deathly pale, his eyes filled with horror and disbelief.
’One strike!’
’A single strike shattered my Magic!’
’Is this the true power of the Six-armed Snake Demon?!’
With the tornado’s collapse, the Power that had been contending with the Snake-man Priest vanished.
The Snake-man Priest let out a triumphant, hissing laugh.
It thrust both arms downward!
"Fall!"
High in the sky, the thousands of now-unfettered corpses, pulled by its Magic, faced no further resistance.
Like a torrent of falling bodies, they rained down in a dense, overwhelming flood, plummeting toward the Mass Grave below!
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
Corpse after corpse smashed into the bottomless pit, creating a series of dull thuds.
Jackal-Wolf Folk, Kobolds, humans, Snake-men...
At this moment, the corpses of different races all became the same kind of sacrifice.
In the space of just a few breaths, thousands of corpses had filled the Mass Grave completely.
The massive pit, which had been just shy of full, was now, at last, completely filled to the brim!
VMMMM!
The entire Mass Grave trembled violently!
Immediately after, a crimson light so dense it seemed almost solid erupted from the depths of the pit like a volcano, shooting toward the sky!
The light was an unnatural, deep crimson, like congealed blood. It bathed half the sky in a scarlet glow.
As everyone watched,
within the massive pit, the mountain of corpses—flesh and bone alike—began to dissolve at a visible rate, bathed in the unnatural crimson light!