The Fallen Demons surged like a tide; if it were an ordinary army, they would have collapsed after a few charges.
However, despite the enemy’s ferocity, the Desolate Tomb showed no fear.
Standing on the Land of Crimson Rot, the damage caused by the opponent’s attacks could imdiately be repaired by consuming energy.
At this mont, the Land of Crimson Rot had gathered an amount of energy that even struck fear into Lear’s heart, not at all afraid of so consumption.
The chains extending from the graves were as agile as octopus tentacles, pulling out the demons’ souls alive to devour them.
The scene was bizarre and terrifying.
At the sa ti, a large number of Deserted Tomb Guards gathered around to assist in the Desolate Tomb’s hunting.
With the addition of this new power, the slaughter beca more efficient.
Seeing this, Lear felt quite pleased.
The Desolate Tomb had co of its own accord, practically a free gift.
With such strength gained for free, what more could one wish for?
While pondering, he glanced at the special intel.
If all three pieces of intel were completed, the strength at his disposal would undergo an exaggerated enhancent.
Unfortunately, plans fail to keep up with changing circumstances, as in three days, this relic would be destroyed by spatial turbulence.
He initially planned to garrison here for a month; the construction of the Vine Wall was sowhat of a waste.
After regaining his senses, Lear no longer held back and began to adopt more aggressive tactics.
The sole objective... demon hunting!
The Desolate Tomb needed to devour souls, and the obliteration of the chaotically natured seven Great Demons also required energy support.
In the at grinder-like fierce battlefield, killing 50,000 Fallen Demons did not take long.
But for the Desolate Tomb to devour so many souls required ti.
Watching the increasingly intense battle, Lear gestured for the Crimson Wasps hanging in the sky as a backup force to join the fray.
Led by the Queen Bee, they unleashed an even more terrifying swarm disaster.
Under the frenzy of slaughter, the Fallen Demons fell like harvested wheat.
The army of Weilu City, amidst such high-intensity combat, also suffered significant losses.
Especially centered on the Deserted Tomb Guards.
These undead units, capable of continuous resurrection, charged directly into the demon tide.
The death count started to soar.
However, they didn’t care about casualties, only about how many demons could be killed.
As long as enough enemies were killed, the energy required for resurrection could be fully replenished.
In the intense combat, the number of inscriptions lighting up on the Deserted Tomb Guard’s scythes increased steadily.
Once an average of 10 inscriptions lit up per Deserted Tomb Guard, the fighting power of this army visibly surged.
Each lit inscription could increase damage by 20%, and 10 inscriptions equaled 200%!
The more they fought, the stronger they beca.
The dimly gleaming scythes, significantly enhanced, imdiately exhibited exaggerated lethality when striking the Fallen Demons.
Every swing of the scythe directly shattered their souls.
Alongside the Desolate Tomb’s harvest, efficiency skyrocketed.
This high-intensity battle raged from the night of the 25th to the morning of the 27th.
Finally... the Desolate Tomb at the frontline finally harvested 50,000 souls!
This is an astounding figure.
In the Wilderness, such a quantity would take months to harvest.
But the inexhaustible demon army provided this rare opportunity.
Lear looked out, feeling the nearly overflowing surging energy of the Desolate Tomb.
Like a volcano on the verge of erupting, ready to burst forth with towering flas of magma at any mont.
His exhaustion instantly swept away, he beca spirited once more.
Among the three special intelligence tasks, soul harvesting was the hardest, with no shortcuts to take.
Now, he could proceed to the next step... plunder the origin!
His emotions gradually heightened.
Plundering origin power from across a plane, such a feat was scarcely accomplished even in myth and legend.
Striding to the central area of the Land of Crimson Rot.
His thoughts extended and delved into the earth.
Touching the flesh of the Abyss Duke deep within.
After calming his mind, he began tapping into the power of the Land of Crimson Rot, pouring it in, awakening the flesh of the Abyss Duke.
As a massive infusion of Crimson Energy ensued, an indescribable, terrifying, dark, frenzied, manic, evil energy erupted suddenly.
Sweeping in all directions like a sandstorm, it froze the entire battlefield for an instant.
Everyone simultaneously turned to look in the direction of the Abyss Duke’s flesh.
Their eyes were filled with indescribable horror and fear.
It was the oppressive aura emitted by the top of the food chain, penetrating souls, and invading the bloodline.
So nearby Fallen Demons even couldn’t resist, trembling on the ground on the battlefield.
Even the Cold-blooded Cavalry and undead beings Deserted Tomb Guards felt overwhelming pressure, frequently glancing towards it.
At that mont, Lear suddenly heard hoarse, deep, and terrifying whispers.
As if echoing in his soul.
In a trance, he seed to see himself plumting from the ground, into an endless, boundless, eternally dark Bottomless Abyss.
Just then, the Swamp Divine Format within him sensed the Abyss Duke’s aura and imdiately emitted a faint glow, dispelling the foreign power within him.
This brought Lear back to his senses, but his forehead was already covered in sweat.
The Abyssal Evil God, indeed terrifying.
rely contacting its aura felt like being corrupted by it.
Quickly calming down, he opened up his senses and imrsed himself fully.
He began to use the Land of Crimson Rot to control the Abyss Duke’s flesh, awakening the aura unique to the Evil God.
The power of the Abyss Duke surged once more, the aura soaring tenfold.
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