Chapter 782: Facing the Onslaught
The black sphere, over a hundred meters wide, swept up all power within several hundred meters and pressed down with crushing force. Not even Guridan could dodge it. Around the sphere, countless spatial rifts twisted, all the gathered power bearing down on him.
Guridan's body lowered slightly, as if crouching midair. Muscles like slabs of crimson steel bulged and trembled, each thundering pulse echoing like distant thunder.
In the next instant, Guridan unleashed his magic. His feet seemed to step on space itself, clear spatial folds rippling beneath him. Gripping his greatsword in both hands, he carved a vicious arc through the air.
In a flash, countless crimson energies spun through the air like silken threads, spiraling again and again. The wild spirals drilled into the sphere’s oppressive force field.
In less than a second, the black sphere, brimming with destructive power, was shrouded in waves of crimson swordlight. Guridan forcibly severed the sphere’s gathered energies, holding it back with sheer force.
Bolts of thick lightning surged between them, instantly forming a river of crackling light that spun around the sphere.
The Black Dragon Warlord let out a savage roar, pouring more power from behind. The sphere kept pressing forward, but at that moment, Guridan’s figure vanished from midair.
The countless crimson swordlights seemed to lose control, unable to hold any longer. The sphere’s trajectory twisted violently, crashing toward the distant horizon.
The crimson swordlight faded. The unleashed sphere, like a wild dog off its leash, tore a thick black arc through the sky, crossing thousands of meters in an instant and slamming into a distant forest.
Boom—
A burst of black light, and a mushroom cloud of black smoke rose thousands of meters away. The inky shockwave swept up debris and dust, crossing the distance in an instant. Everything in its path turned to fragments. When the cloud finally soared, the forest below had vanished—nothing but emptiness remained.
The towering trees, each a hundred meters tall, were gone. In their place, a massive crater over a kilometer wide. At the bottom, glimmering black metallic substance flickered—so much power had transformed everything into something else entirely.
Just then, a crimson lightning bolt flashed before the Black Dragon Warlord. Guridan swung his greatsword, aiming a savage blow at the Warlord’s head.
The Black Dragon Warlord’s face twisted with rage. Instantly, a black Abyssal Demon Head formed before him, its gaping maw snapping down on Guridan’s greatsword.
With a thunderous crash, Guridan’s figure vanished like a phantom.
At the same time, nine Guridans appeared around the Black Dragon Warlord, slashing from every direction.
The Black Dragon Warlord laughed maniacally, instantly conjuring eight more Abyssal Demon Heads, each seven or eight meters wide. Their jaws clamped down on Guridan’s greatsword from every angle.
“Guridan, you dare use Ninefold Slash against me? Can you feel my power? You’ve lost. You can’t win. Tremble—I’ll show you what true strength means!”
The Black Dragon Warlord roared in fury. Black smoke surged behind him, pouring endless power into the nine Abyssal Demon Heads. Black beams shot out, and Guridan’s nine forms shattered into fragments and vanished.
The black light surged through, annihilating everything in its path. The earth was gouged out, leaving bottomless pits, and the sky itself—hundreds of meters thick—was pierced by the blast. Light from the upper heavens streamed down through the gaping void.
Another black beam tore into the Ashen Orc ranks. Three Title Archmage-level Demon Warlocks didn’t even have time to scream—they vanished without a trace.
The rampaging black light swept on, unstoppable. Nothing could withstand its terrible force. At that moment, Guridan appeared out of thin air, right before the Black Dragon Warlord.
His greatsword had already pierced the Warlord’s chest.
Instantly, the black smoke behind the Black Dragon Warlord surged wildly. Wave after wave poured into his body, unleashing shockwaves that blasted outward. The air for a hundred meters around was forcibly expelled, then slammed back in, forming a dome of rolling lightning.
Guridan glared fiercely. His greatsword had only pierced a little into the Warlord’s body before it was blocked by the swirling black smoke.
Suddenly, Guridan’s greatsword seemed to melt, transforming into countless crimson bolts of lightning. In a flash, they enveloped the Black Dragon Warlord. Black mist exploded from his body, and only crimson lightning remained, shrouding him completely.
Guridan followed up with a savage punch to the Warlord’s chest. Instantly, the Black Dragon Warlord’s body shot toward the ground like a bolt of crimson lightning.
Boom—
A deafening crash. The ground split open with a crater over a hundred meters wide. The Black Dragon Warlord lay at its bottom, shrouded in crimson lightning. The lightning slowly seeped into his body, etching dense crimson tattoos across his skin. In that instant, his aura plummeted below Sky Rank.
The Black Dragon Warlord’s face twisted in agony, blood pouring from his mouth. Countless bones were shattered, limbs bent at grotesque angles, his body trembling uncontrollably at the bottom of the crater.
Guridan prepared to dive from the sky and finish him off, but a sudden, massive change erupted—
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A mass of black smoke appeared in the sky, trailing a long tail like a meteor falling from above. As it descended, it rapidly expanded, swelling into a colossal cloud stretching over a thousand meters.
As it grew, its power surged higher and higher. Guridan’s face twisted in shock—without hesitation, he shot upward into the sky.
At the same time, Gary, Grand Elder of the Dark Elf Enclave, and Harris, chief of the Forgefire Dwarves, both soared skyward, directly confronting the falling cloud.
Guridan erupted in crimson flame, instantly transforming into a pair of massive crimson hands, hundreds of meters wide, which slammed toward the descending smoke.
Gary’s body flared with glowing magic runes, conjuring a gigantic bowl-shaped shield, hundreds of meters across, that rose to meet the sky.
Harris swung his massive hammer from his back with a roar. A giant dwarf phantom, over a hundred meters tall, appeared behind him, raising its hands to support the falling cloud.
The three Sky Rank powerhouses joined forces, but the instant they made contact, all three grunted in pain. Their bodies dropped several meters, as if crushed by a mountain.
The enormous smoke sphere—over two or three thousand meters across—was held back, averting disaster for the Dark Elf Enclave. Yet even the three Sky Rank powerhouses couldn’t fully stop it.
The very center was blocked, but smoke spilled around the edges, blanketing the outskirts of the Dark Elf Enclave. Thick clouds of smoke soon shrouded the entire perimeter.
On the outer defenses, the War Ancient Oaks—great trees that formed the enclave’s strongest barrier—were scoured by the smoke, and all let out despairing howls.
Leaves withered, and branches as hard as steel lost their luster. In seconds, the towering War Ancient Oaks shriveled, turning from hundred-meter giants into piles of rotten wood.
The densely packed treehouses and buildings of the enclave seemed to age thousands of years in seconds, collapsing one after another, each instantly reduced to a heap of rotten timber.
The once-green earth was scorched bare, not a single blade of grass left—within moments, all traces of plant life were gone.
The Dark Elves defending the perimeter were swept by the smoke. Their protective shields and barriers faded before the eye, and in just a second or two, every defensive spell was wiped out.
Those struck by the smoke collapsed, screaming. Their skin vanished, and in seconds, their flesh seemed to rot away.
Soon, the outskirts of the enclave were littered with gaping jaws of white bone, which blackened and decayed, then crumbled to dust.
The horrific mutation stunned everyone. None of the Dark Elves knew what the smoke was, but seeing the three Sky Rank powerhouses barely hold it back—and the devastation left behind—everyone understood: without their defense, the enclave would already be destroyed.
But a greater horror emerged after the first wave of smoke. Ashen Orcs began to march out of the haze, all with glowing blue eyes, wearing crude, smoke-wreathed armor. Their eyes were blank, but their faces twisted with rage.
The Ashen Orcs, once cowed by Guridan, now grew even more savage. Their minds seemed wiped away, replaced by uncontrollable fury.
With Guridan’s suppression gone, the Ashen Orcs’ berserk rage rebounded fiercer than before. Even the Demon Warlocks who inherited spellcasting from their bloodline charged forward, roaring and casting Abyssal Magic as they attacked.
"Brace for battle!"