Published: March 2, 2025
This unknown space developed by props could not block Victor's steps.
Props are ultimately just inanimate objects; unless there are some special existences, the energy within them will always have a fixed value, just like the darkness barrier left by Wen Yu.
In the face of continuous attacks, barriers or barriers without external energy replenishment will inevitably collapse.
Moreover, Victor's Netherworld is precisely the nemesis of such spatial abilities.
The Netherworld unfolded, and the collision of space and space generated rippling waves around Victor.
As the rippling spatial waves gradually calmed down, a clear rift appeared before Victor.
Dense demonic energy and the stench of blood rushed at him, the overwhelming smell made Victor furrow his brows and take three steps back, his cat paw swatting back and forth in front of his nose.
However, for Victor, the foul smell that was unbearable for him meant the aroma of food for the cyclops. Even though he had just swallowed Deers and the third generation seed of blaze, the amount was indeed too little.
"Is it opened? Let me see!"
The big dog, which had been lying on the ground digesting, jumped up and pushed past Victor, its large head stretching towards the space rift.
With just a glance, the cyclops let out a frantic bark.
"What the hell, the gathering place is almost torn apart!"
As the scream rang out, the cyclops had already impatiently burrowed into the space rift.
Seeing the reckless big dog, Victor couldn't help but cover his forehead and then looked at Xing, who was at a loss beside him.
"You should go too; it's crucial to protect the gathering place. Leave this to me."
After Victor finished speaking, he raised his chin and pointed to another place where the Faceless and the Corpse King were fighting.
Upon hearing this, Xing immediately shrank in size and followed the cyclops out.
...
In the distance, the purple light and dark energy intertwined once again, huge shockwaves sweeping across all directions, strong winds surged endlessly, and violent energy flows raged, even forming black rifts in the air!
Those were the scars of space.
The surging waves raised by the collision of two overwhelming forces made even the sun hanging in the sky dim considerably.
It seemed that they were evenly matched...
Lei thought to himself, then swung his war blade, which generated a dazzling blade light that instantly tore through the attacking fifth-tier black-skinned monster.
"But without you, it really won't work!"
The sounds of killing and roaring, along with the desperate wails of those about to die, continuously flooded his ears, as overwhelming remote skills and negative statuses surged towards this small area.
Even though Lei's strength allowed him to be immune to most remote attacks, the sporadic high-level demonic creatures' attacks mixed in still left him battered and bruised.
After not much time in battle, Lei already felt heavy breaths, even his hands holding the war blade began to tremble.
It wasn’t that Lei was weak; it was that the opponents were unlike any he had faced before— the demonic creatures invading the New Hope Gathering Place were at least fourth-tier, and the reinforcements that came later were all fifth-tier demonic creatures.
Crimson blood poured down like a torrential rain, drenching Lei and staining his vision red.
Struggling to kick away the black-skinned monster in front of him, Lei’s peripheral vision caught sight of the primal overlord, whose massive body was covered in fierce demonic creatures, as if it had grown tumors that made Lei feel dread!
One by one, the black-skinned monsters viciously carved out gashes on the bison’s body; however, at this moment, the primal overlord showed no excess energy to pay attention to the "parasites" on it.
Straight ahead, over a dozen colossal creatures wielding bone hammers surged toward the primal overlord like a barrage of mountains, their massive bone hammers accompanied by violent sonic booms smashing down upon the primal overlord's body.