Chapter 780: The Fourth Sky Rank
A dull, buzzing rumble echoed outward as visible ripples radiated from Guridan's body. In the sky above, every battling wyvern and Horned Gryphon let out a terrified, mournful cry, then, without hesitation, dove to the ground and buried their heads beneath their wings, shaking in fear.
The magical turbulence sweeping the battlefield was flattened by those visible ripples, instantly calming the chaos. Everyone fighting stopped involuntarily.
Especially the frenzied Ashen Orc slaves—they all dropped to their knees as if by instinct, tossed aside their weapons, wrapped their arms around their heads, not daring to look up.
Ashen Orc slaves held the lowest status in the Ashen Orc Tribe. Even the dim-witted Kodo Beasts knew they could occasionally eat one or two without punishment. The tribal chieftain was someone they could never look upon; even a single glance spelled disaster.
This instinct, ingrained into their blood and soul, was impossible to resist—even in their madness.
The elite Ashen Orcs in the rear, sensing this extraordinary power belonged to their chieftain, also halted, kneeling one after another.
Any Ashen Orc still standing felt the pressure mounting, those visible ripples were merely Guridan’s aura, yet already beyond what they could withstand.
The chieftain’s soul-deep authority snapped every Ashen Orc into brief clarity.
Watching this, Leon instantly understood why the Fire Rock Dwarves he’d met last time seemed normal at first, only to suddenly go berserk for no apparent reason.
These Ashen Orcs were controlled by a sinister power, but their minds remained clear. Everything inside them was magnified—just hearing something they disliked could send them into a frenzy, or even a slight emotional ripple would trigger a violent attack.
Guridan was their tribal chieftain, his accumulated authority able to suppress all emotion. Simply standing there, he calmed the raging Ashen Orcs.
Feeling the soul-crushing pressure in the air, Leon took a deep breath. Every element, every force around Guridan seemed to gravitate toward him. Suspended in midair, he didn’t use any power—yet the energies themselves seemed to carry him.
It was as if all the power around him was under his control. Even at this distance, with no pressure reaching Leon’s side, he still felt his levitation spell faltering, his magic trembling, his control slipping toward Guridan.
Guridan stood midair, face grim, suppressing every Ashen Orc—the battle stopped in an instant.
The Dark Elves who’d been fighting were stunned at Guridan’s appearance. None of them knew Guridan was in the Dark Elf Enclave; seeing him now, they assumed he was about to intervene himself.
But to their surprise, Guridan’s pressure didn’t target the Dark Elves at all—it was focused entirely on the Ashen Orcs. The suppressed wyverns covered their heads with their wings, wailing; the mass of orc slaves trembled in terror. It was fear that seeped into the bone.
“This is Sky Rank power. So strong!”
“Unbelievable! The chieftain of the Ashen Orc Tribe is this strong? Just standing there, I can barely breathe.”
“What’s going on? How could this happen? Why did the chieftain of the Ashen Orc Tribe appear, and how is he this powerful? I don’t even dare look up…”
A chorus of Dark Elf cries erupted—many of them had never seen a Sky Rank powerhouse in their lives, let alone witnessed one in action. Now, feeling that pressure firsthand, their legs nearly buckled. If not for knowing that the Dark Elf Enclave’s Grand Elder Gary had also ascended to Sky Rank, the frontline Dark Elves would have collapsed outright.
At that moment, Gary, the Grand Elder of the Dark Elf Enclave, and Harris, the chieftain of the Fire Rock Dwarves, both flew into the sky, gazing at Guridan’s grim figure in the distance.
But just as everyone thought the situation was under control, a shadow shrouded in black smoke shot over from afar. The figure carried immense, violent power—before it even arrived, the air was already trembling.
Thunderous booms exploded in the sky like countless wild storms. The raging power churned the air, forming a terrifying magical cyclone—a rolling mass of black smoke stretching for kilometers, like a monstrous tornado made of darkness.
“Guridan! You dare stand in my way? Everything I do is for the tribe! Anyone who dares block me must die! Must die!”
A furious roar exploded from the front of the tornado, the sound swelling with black smoke and transforming into hundreds of massive demon heads, each four or five meters across. These demon heads, trailing smoky tails, howled as they charged Guridan.
In an instant, the sky turned wild, winds howled, and all the magic in the air was swept up by those hundreds of howling demon heads, hurtling toward Guridan.
The terrifying, violent force pressed down—even Leon, thousands of meters away, struggled to breathe. It felt like the sky itself was closing in.
Facing this savage, dreadful power, Guridan’s brow furrowed slightly. He reached into the void before him, ripples of space spreading outward. It was as if his hand had pierced through to another place—waves surged, and Guridan drew a massive crimson greatsword, two meters long, from the void.
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Suddenly, a chilling, murderous aura surged from Guridan. The raging power swirling around him seemed utterly under his control—a wild, violent force, tightly suppressed.
Guridan gripped his sword in one hand and slashed fiercely at the torrent of demon heads, unleashing a simple crimson Battle Aura Slash.
But this crimson Battle Aura Slash stretched over a hundred meters, like Guridan was swinging a colossal crimson greatsword.
The giant Battle Aura Slash exploded in midair, splitting into hundreds of smaller slashes.
Countless crimson Battle Aura Slashes surged forward, colliding head-on with the demon heads.
In an instant, it was as if hundreds of crimson greatswords shot through the sky, each one nailing a demon head right in the brow.
The black-smoke-trailing demon heads were pierced by those crimson swords. But halfway in, they stopped—the demon heads, almost alive, roared in fury. Endless black smoke churned, trying to force the swords out.
At once, terrifying magical waves surged in midair like a tide. Shockwaves spread from every point of collision between demon heads and Battle Aura Slashes, carving hideous scars into the ancient, hardened sky overhead.
On the ground, it looked as if a giant had slashed the earth with a greatsword—a terrifying rift over a thousand meters long, seven or eight meters wide, and nearly ten meters deep appeared. And this was just the aftermath!
A second later, the rampaging horde of demon heads—so wild they seemed set to destroy everything—finally couldn’t withstand the torrent of crimson Battle Aura Slashes. They were pierced through by countless crimson currents.
In an instant, all the demon heads let out a final, unwilling roar and collapsed into endless black smoke.
Guridan’s Battle Aura Slash was ground away by the black smoke, never reaching the figure shrouded in darkness.
The man hovered midair, black smoke coiling around him, condensing into strands like countless venomous serpents writhing over his body—an image of pure evil.
He wore pitch-black armor and a visor helmet, face completely hidden—no way to tell who he was.
After that exchange, both men paused. Guridan frowned, staring at the distant figure—he found him familiar, but couldn’t recall who it was.
Off to the side, Gary and Harris’s eyes narrowed. Others might miss it, but not them—Guridan’s casual Battle Aura Slash, now at Sky Rank, carried transcendent power. Below Sky Rank, nothing could resist it. That was a qualitative leap!
What looked like an effortless Battle Aura Slash was actually under Guridan’s complete control, its power refined to the utmost—true transcendence, like tempered steel. Anything below transcendence, no matter how strong, was just a bigger egg.
When the two collided, they were simply on different levels. No matter how big the egg, if it met a needle forged of tempered steel, it would always shatter.
But now—what were they seeing? That man, even in a probing attack, fought Guridan to a standstill!
Was that man also Sky Rank?
When did Sky Rank become so common in the God-Demon Dominion? For so many years, the three great races had not produced a single Sky Rank—only three people had one foot in, but could never fully step across.
Now there’s a fourth Sky Rank?