Chapter 1186
The Silver Horn Demon, with two silver horns over ten meters long atop its head, raised its arms and roared furiously.
In an instant, the restless abyssal creatures went completely berserk, each one howling madly as they surged toward the crowd like a deadly flood, heedless of their own lives.
Among the abyssal army, there were also hundreds of Lesser Demon Overlords. These demons bore traces of magical beasts or orcs, clearly having been transformed into demons after their original forms were corrupted.
The innate talents of these magical beasts remained, and the demonized orcs still bore spellmarks on their bodies—marks that had grown even more sinister and powerful.
Abyssal spells swept over the crowd like a shroud, raining down acid, meteors, toxic fire, and black ice. The barrage was so dense it even obscured the abyssal creatures themselves.
The demonized magical beasts spewed pitch-black abyssal magic; once transformed, their original spells became infused with evil, turning into abyssal spells with even greater destructive power...
Especially the demonized orcs—when their pitch-black spellmarks flared, evil battle aura slashes, like a downpour of black smoke, came hurtling toward the crowd...
Suddenly, the already unstable space around them became even more chaotic. A spatial rift over ten meters long had just opened when a dozen evil battle aura slashes, mixed with abyssal spellstorms, blasted into it.
Within the spatial rift, a small landmass—spanning several miles—floated in the void. But in an instant, the raging power destroyed it, shattering the land into fragments that vanished into the void...
The Sky Rank Alliance of humans and orcs instantly snapped into battle mode—Fusion Shields flared to life, and Battle Aura Armor formed around every warrior.
Faced with this tidal wave of attacks, dodging was out of the question. They had to spot the tiny spatial ripples that marked where new spatial rifts would open amidst the chaos...
A dozen demon overlords hadn't even made a move yet, and the group was already struggling to keep up.
Crompton raised his Light Staff, his face solemn.
"Evil lives shall be shrouded in holy light. May the light bring you illumination, and may all evil flee from you."
Radiant light poured forth—a gentle, milky glow bathing each abyssal creature. Within a thousand-meter radius, every abyssal creature collapsed, howling in despair and agony.
Billowing black smoke streamed from their bodies as the abyssal evil was forcibly expelled...
But when the light touched the orcs and humans—even dark mages like Morgan—it helped dispel the surrounding abyssal magic. All traces of evil vanished quickly within the illuminated area.
Redemption of Evil is the best spell for Holy Light Mages to heal those corrupted by evil. Whether tainted by death or abyssal power, a single level-six Redemption of Evil can cleanse a person's body of darkness.
But to extend a single-target spell over a thousand meters takes a level-nine spell—Mass Redemption of Evil!
To a Holy Light Mage, abyssal power is as vile as death or hell. Expelling it from an abyssal creature is as good as killing it...
Throwing an abyssal being into the Plane of Light is no different than tossing a Holy Light Angel into hell...
Eighteen Sky Ranks formed a tight circle, each guarding a direction. Torrents of spells and storms of battle aura swept out, furiously clearing away the vast abyssal army.
For those below Sky Rank, a massive army can be a real threat. But to a true Sky Rank, sheer numbers don't matter much.
Unless it's an undead horde—hundreds of thousands, millions strong—only then can they threaten a Sky Rank.
Spells surged like a flood, sweeping away the abyssal army. They were helpless, like weak beasts caught in a raging torrent—struggling in pain and terror, unable to escape...
As the abyssal army was swept aside, the demon overlords at the rear finally entered the fray.
Sixteen demon overlords and four Black Iron Lords—far more intimidating than tens of thousands of lesser demons.
"Crompton, the remaining two Black Iron Lords are yours! The other demon overlords—one for each of us. Take them all down!"
Kros gripped his golden greatsword, glaring at a Silver Horn Black Iron Lord and a Brute Black Iron Lord. His blade suddenly grew to over twenty meters in length and, in a flash, he charged straight at the two Black Iron Lords.
As Kros swung his greatsword, a gleam flashed from the twin silver horns of the Silver Horn Black Iron Lord. Instantly, the demon's body seemed to turn into silver metal, its claws transforming into blades that glinted with a chilling light.
The golden sword clashed with the silver blades, sending transparent ripples cascading outward. The demon's claws snapped one after another, but new ones regenerated in their place.
On the other side, the Brute Black Iron Lord collided with Kros's greatsword—its massive body, over a hundred meters tall, shrank by more than ten meters in an instant, while the ground beneath its feet collapsed into a crater over a hundred meters wide.
Even facing two Black Iron Lords, Kros still had the upper hand. If he fought just one, he'd tear it apart in less than thirty seconds.
Kros drew the two Black Iron Lords away from the battlefield. Meanwhile, Crompton floated into the air, frowning as he surveyed the chaos below.
Columns of holy light descended, enveloping an Abyssal Blood Demon Black Iron Lord and a Bone Lord Black Iron Lord, as thick black smoke billowed out.
The pain drove both Black Iron Lords into a rage, and without any prompting from Crompton, they charged at him from both sides.
The Abyssal Blood Demon's blood turned into a viscous wave, reeking of rot and blood, surging toward Crompton. At the same time, the Bone Lord drew forth a bone, burning with pale flames, and hurled it at Crompton.
Crompton lured the two Black Iron Lords in another direction, his voice ringing in everyone's ears.
"Spread out the battlefield. Each of us takes on one demon overlord. With so many demon overlords and Sky Ranks fighting here, plus those filthy abyssal creatures, it's easy for the space here to shatter.
Damn it, the space here was unstable to begin with. If it collapses, it could trigger a storm, and we'll all be lost in the Void..."
As he spoke, Crompton dodged a spatial rift over thirty meters long. Just a few seconds of fighting had made the already unstable space even more chaotic.
If a dozen demon overlords attacked the same area at once, the space would collapse within seconds. Anyone trapped in the middle wouldn't stand a chance of escaping alive.
Collapsing space would destroy everything tied to it—including the Sky Rank mages here. The only way to escape would be to enter a demi-plane.
But entering a demi-plane means getting lost in the Void. The demi-plane would become a world adrift in the Void, with no hope of returning.
Finding your way back would be like scooping a single, specific drop of water out of the ocean at random—the odds are so low, you'd run out of life before it ever happened...
The battlefield spread out, and everyone chose their own opponent. For now, no one cared about picking the easiest fight—if these demon overlords weren't dealt with, nobody would get out of this alive.
Leon's opponent was a Bone Lord, whose greatest threat was the Devouring Black Flame. Once it touched you, it was nearly impossible to shake off—especially if your bones were ignited. Unless you cut away the burning bone, only extraordinary power could purge it.
Faced with the Bone Lord, Bloodbone Orc Mutabla was the fastest to dodge—he had no intention of fighting a demon that could easily kill him. Nobody else wanted to face that troublesome enemy either; they'd rather take on a Purple-Eyed Demon than a Bone Lord.
To the side, Bilbo was up against a Unicorn Demon Overlord. His shadow-cloaked face turned toward Leon—even though Leon couldn't see his expression, he could feel Bilbo's mocking smile.