This was a half-plane filled with deathly stillness and darkness, devoid of any signs of life. The ground was made up of endless bones, and various undead wandered within. In one corner of this half-plane, a spatial rift opened under the will of its master, and the undead surged towards it.
"Seraphim!" An enraged and astonished soul voice echoed through the half-plane. "Are you kidding me?"
As the great lich's agitation grew, the rift began to close rapidly. However, just as the rift was about to seal completely, a crimson streak burst out, expanding the rift to its original size and even slightly larger.
"This is my half-plane. Even if you're a seraphim, you shouldn't be so arrogant as to barge in." A cold, emotionless voice reverberated in the sky of the half-plane. Along with the great lich's will, endless death energy rose from the bone-covered ground, forming black snakes that wound towards Mikaela.
"Such a vast amount of power, scattered like this, is meaningless." Seeing the black snakes of death energy swarming towards her, Mikaela drew two golden swords blazing with sunlight. Sharp sword lights cleaved through the sky, shattering the black snakes and purifying them instantly.
The crimson sword light sliced through the air, making a "sizzle" sound as it purified the death energy and grievances. After traveling a certain distance, it left behind an X-shaped spatial tear before slowly dissipating.
"Too weak!" After breaking through the half-plane's suppression, Mikaela looked disdainfully at the swarming undead creatures. Without any significant movement, sharp sword lights emerged from her wings, forming a dense web that expanded outward from her.
These seemingly formidable undead tides, lacking legendary support, crumbled within minutes before Mikaela. She then turned her gaze to the center of the half-plane, where a towering black castle exuded a dangerous aura.
"Come out. Stop hiding. These are useless against me. This isn't the power befitting a legendary lich. You're making me look down on you." The undead army was regrouping on the bone-covered ground, preparing for another assault, but Mikaela ignored them.
"Mika, be careful." Another crimson streak shot out from the nearly healed rift that Mikaela had broken through, widening it again, much to the great lich Yoram's frustration.
"Damn it!" Seeing another seraphim emerge, Yoram roared with anger and concealed fear. One ten-winged seraphim was already tough to deal with, and now there was another.
With one ten-winged and one eight-winged seraphim, if he seriously harmed them, there would be no place for him in Erathia or the entire world cluster. The seraphim would hunt him down relentlessly. He could only cripple them and then throw them out of his half-plane.
Yoram hated this feeling. His opponents could go all out against him, while he had to hold back, constantly considering the consequences. He couldn't believe that if he killed them, he could cover his tracks. The seraphim had too many powerful figures.
Moreover, two legendary seraphim working together might be too much for him. Suddenly, a sharp pain emanated from his soul fire, showing a scene that filled him with rage.
The newly arrived seraphim, with eight wings spread and enveloped in crimson flames like a small sun, landed on the bone-covered ground. Everything that came into contact with him vaporized, and the death energy was purified, causing the surrounding space to distort.
This guy was damaging the foundations of his half-plane. He was trying to disrupt the half-plane's suppression on the other seraphim.
"Do you think this can defeat me?" Yoram's soul fire flared in pain but quickly stabilized.
"Didn't your elders teach you how dangerous it is to intrude into a great lich's half-plane, especially when its master is present and can control everything?"
An emotionless voice echoed in the half-plane. With it, pitch-black thunderbolts filled with death energy struck from the sky. The bone-covered ground writhed, raising massive tombs from which hundred-meter-tall skeletal giants emerged, wielding various weapons and exuding a legendary aura.
"Death God's Grasp!" Silently, a terrifying figure in a black robe appeared near Mikaela. An obsidian-like bone claw extended from the robe, grasping at Mikaela. Simultaneously, a giant bone hand connected to an unknown entity appeared beneath her, closing in sync with the bone claw.
Boom!
Just as the giant bone hand was about to close, a high, oppressive aura flashed from Mikaela, causing the hand to explode. The backlash from the failed spell immediately acted on the great lich's claw, shattering it into bone fragments. However, he didn't show much surprise. This was expected; the spell succeeding would have been odd.
"Though it was as expected, it still left me with a bit of hope. You top-tier beings are immune to all instant-death spells. What a nuisance."
"Kill her!" Yoram commanded, pointing at Mikaela. The instant-death spell he had just used was merely a delaying tactic. Four skeletal giants emerged from their tombs around him, each exuding a second-tier legendary aura, the strongest combat power Yoram could summon in his half-plane.
"What use are these?" Surrounded by crimson flames, Mikaela's initially human-sized body began to grow rapidly, soon reaching a height of a hundred meters. She was a descendant of the ancient gods, whose bodies were enormous. As an awakened descendant, her size rivaled that of titans.
"Dark Sword!" Seeing Mikaela holding her ground against four legendary opponents, Yoram conjured massive black swords, which slashed at her with the grace and poise befitting a great lich.
However, as Yoram believed he could deal with the two seraphim, the rift that Irvista had shattered and was about to heal broke open again.
To Yoram's shock, a red-scaled dragon struggled out, holding a poisonous abomination. Once free, the dragon tore the abomination in half, spilling corrosive fluids on the ground.
"Why is there a chromatic dragon?" Yoram was baffled. It didn't make sense for a chromatic dragon to appear.
But this was just the beginning. Following the red dragon, blue, green, black, and even white dragons emerged from the rift, one after another.
Behind these dragons, a storm giant riding a giant roc arrived, his thunderstorm instantly destroying a swath of undead.
"The spatial rift is too small!" Suddenly, a pair of hands crackling with golden lightning gripped the edges of the rift, tearing it wider.
A head wreathed in lightning and flames emerged, scanning the undead world. Black hair and golden eyes revealed his identity.
"Titan!" Yoram was utterly stunned, even his spellcasting momentarily halted.
Muria smiled at the floating lich in the long black robe. "Skeleton, I'll give you a chance. Kneel and open your soul defenses to me, and you'll live."
"Even if you're a titan, you can't humiliate me like this." Yoram naturally refused such an arrogant demand, feeling it was a deliberate insult.
"That's a shame. My followers, let this great lich witness your power!" Golden lightning flashed in the space. To the lich's disbelief, Muria widened the rift even further.
Finally, Muria stood in the rift, one hand holding the top, feet planted firmly below, tearing the rift to nearly a kilometer wide, with the widest part where he stood reaching over two hundred meters high. Then, seemingly endless giants poured through, charging into the lifeless bone land.
The four skeletal giants summoned by Yoram were soon overwhelmed by a swarm of chromatic dragons, their subsequent summoning attempts interrupted, freeing Mikaela to face the lich directly.
"Mika, go! Cut off his head." Muria's voice boomed as he stood like a colossus supporting the heavens and treading the earth.
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