Chapter 678: Frustrating retreat
Despite the numerous severe wounds etched across his body and his dangerously depleted energy, none of the Voroes dared to approach the Depravita.
Vlad’s aura was overwhelming—so dense and oppressive that even those monstrous beings, bred for slaughter and destruction, faltered for a heartbeat when drawing near. Their instincts screamed at them to stop.
The battlefield that had moments ago teemed with bloodlust was now hushed near his presence, cloaked in the raw, unshackled wrath that rolled off him like a crashing wave.
He exhaled slowly, each breath shaky but controlled. Then, without a word, he stored the corpse of the fallen Half-Step Legend in his spatial ring.
With the last remnants of his power, Vlad activated his teleportation, vanishing from the heart of the enemy lines and reappearing near the Graecia ranks. At the same time, the Spatial Domain Sphere flickered and collapsed into itself.
But he didn’t stop there.
Without addressing anyone, the Depravita of Wrath turned and vanished again, flashing past the battlefield, and phasing through the stronghold’s protective wards.
Even for a blitzkrieg unit, abandoning the battlefield without formal clearance was a serious breach of command. But no one spoke a word of reprimand.
Vlad’s rampage had broken the Voroe’s advance and saved dozens—perhaps hundreds—of lives. Moreover, anyone with even a hint of energy sensitivity could feel the storm inside him—the chaotic distortion of a body pushed far past its limits.
If Vlad suffered backlash mid-battle, it would be a disaster for himself and those around him.
The Depravita kept moving, only slowing once he reached the doors to his private residence. The moment he crossed the threshold, his strength gave out.