Chapter 1077: Plane Annihilation
On the battlefield, orc wolf riders swung their curved blades, first slashing the throats of their own mounts, then, laughing wildly, pressed the blades to their own necks. With a twist, nearly half their heads dangled loose...
Kodo Beasts, Orc Warlocks, Orc Shamans, Orc Warriors...
Over a million orc troops slit their own throats together on this grassland, a tragic aura mingling with the blood, dyeing the sky crimson.
The blood of over a million orc warriors surged upward, drifting into the sky. The alchemical array they formed grew larger and larger, until it seemed to envelop the entire world. One by one, faintly glowing souls floated out from the corpses, and not a single orc soul hesitated or faltered—none chose to merge with the earth.
In an instant, the steppe was lit up as if countless fireflies were rising toward the sky—those souls cursing, swearing, and howling...
The murmurs of the souls merged into a single, overwhelming force—a belief so powerful it could suppress even a Demon Overlord. Over a million warriors slit their own throats here, their dying faith erupting all at once, all directed at the Demon Overlord.
Suddenly, the black flames burning on the Demon Overlord were forced back, his body pinned to the spot, unable to unleash his power. The space he could once tear apart with ease was now immovable, no matter how he struggled.
"Filthy demon, go to hell!"
"Damn reptile, stay here forever!"
"Orcs will never surrender!"
"Hey, brother, wait for me..."
Countless souls murmured in unison, surging forward as if they were merely completing a trivial task. There was no hint of dread, no fear of death, and no concern that their souls would never find rest again...
Rexar opened his mouth and began chanting the ancient orc war song, his eyes red as he gazed at his kin marching bravely to their deaths, roaring until his voice was hoarse...
Countless souls converged into the alchemical array in the sky, forged entirely from blood. Crimson light bathed the world, a blood-red glow falling from above, forming a sphere that kept shrinking, smaller and smaller.
Slowly, the blood-red sphere shrank to just a few kilometers across, trapping the Demon Overlord within...
The ground began to tremble, and a massive fissure split open across the wasteland. The blood sphere continued shrinking, sinking slowly into the chasm below...
At that moment, Rexar turned around, as if through the crystal orb, once again facing everyone present.
"My time is running out. To prevent the Demon Overlord from escaping this fractured realm, we have no choice but to use our souls to suppress it.
If you are able to see this vision, it means you have already arrived at this fractured realm. The temple is the temporal rift I left in the Blazeforge Realm.