Rage surged.
Death sang its praises.
A river of blood flowed backward, reaching for the heavens!
Hundreds of Commanding Mages knelt in piety, slitting their own arms and letting the scarlet blood flow freely!
The Bone Mountain collapsed. The remains of countless dead creatures writhed and converged, piling up before the Abyssal Teleportation Gate to form a colossal altar of blood!
Demons within a thousand meters of the altar prostrated themselves, their trembling bodies betraying a terror the bloodthirsty creatures could not conceal!
As this horrifying aura, wrapped in endless rage, spread across the battlefield, even the rising sun turned a dark red under its corrupting influence, staining the sky.
Albert held his sword with both hands. After a long night of high-intensity combat, his Steel Wings were broken, and his Steam-Powered Backpack had expended its last ounce of energy.
