Chapter 677: Core Nature (II)
With the Voroe shield-bearers eliminated, the energy towers of the Korokor Stronghold glowed to life. Within seconds, they unleashed their stored might, launching a barrage of fireballs that tore through the sky like flaming meteors.
The timing had been perfect. The shield-bearers fell so swiftly that the rest of the Voroe battalion, now packed and bunched together, was left vulnerable, scrambling to reorganize as their front line collapsed.
"BOOOOOM!" "BOOOOOM!" "BOOOOOM!" "BOOOOOM!" "BOOOOOM!" "BOOOOOM!"
Explosion after explosion thundered across the battlefield, lighting up the land with bursts of flame and smoke. Graecia’s soldiers couldn’t help but grin as they watched the fireballs detonate within the enemy ranks, disintegrating clusters of Voroe warriors.
Of course, there was one Greacian soldier amidst the enemy lines—but no one worried for him. Not when that man was the Depravita of Wrath, master of the Law of Space.
Vlad moved like a storm wrapped in steel and fury. His eyes blazed with wrath, his senses heightened to such an extreme level that it felt as though the entire battlefield existed within his mind. He was aware of everything: every shift in the enemy’s position, every explosive approaching from behind, every desperate attempt to halt his rampage.
"ZNNN!"
A massive hammer came crashing down upon him, swung by a towering Half-Step Legend Voroe. But Vlad had already teleported away, reappearing at the opposite edge of his spatial domain. Before the enemy even realized where he’d gone, Vlad brought his sword down on a group of Sages.
His blade was like death itself—fast, merciless, and absolute.