Chapter 955: Facing the Ego Destruction Tribulation
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"
An explosion of overwhelming proportions took place as the dimension that held Lovecraft City came crashing down into the main plane of existence. The two fabrics of space collided with such might that it blasted up the entire Sector's landmass to pieces!
Just as that explosion occurred, the sky trembled, and a red force field with hundreds of people appeared.
Cain's face was pale as he was forced to consume nearly every ounce of his energy to perform that massive group teleportation. He had to wait for the explosion to begin, when both space fabrics collided, as that would push the tribulation flames away, allowing him to teleport into the sky.
Luckily, that exhaustion soon faded as he was still enjoying the outburst of energy emanating from the Void King. In a few minutes, his energy and life force would be restored.
The faces of the rest of the warriors of the Sacred Races were also pale. However, it was not the exhaustion that left them like that, but the destruction that had just happened beneath them. Had they remained inside that blast, the only ones left alive would have been those with Pseudo Immortal Bodies.
Things did not just end with that explosion that took out the entire Sector since the blast triggered a massive seismic event that created massive craters, severed some of the northern Sectors in half, and left enormous crevasses from which tons upon tons of lava emerged. It was truly a destruction without precedent that could have killed anyone incapable of flying.
The destruction affected the members of the Inferno Daemon Race more than anyone else. They had defeated the invaders, but the toll of the war in their home was heavy, scarring it for who knows how many decades or even centuries.
Luckily, that destruction took place in the north, which was devoid of civilians, and no one beneath the Apotheosis Realm was even allowed in that area, even after the rise of the Anti-Dark Fog Towers. The warriors of the Sacred Races were at least able to take comfort in that.
"You all should put some distance now."
The warriors of the Sacred Races were still recovering from the shock of the cataclysmic destruction that assaulted the north of Atlas when they heard the words of the Scarlet King. All turned to the young man with doubts, but that immediately dissipated as they looked at the higher sky and saw the raging fiery storm that had begun to concentrate its power around his figure.