Anat had fired the last bullet in his grenade gun.
That bullet pierced through a wolf-shaped monster, formed from the visible white winds, and exploded, shattering its entire upper body, causing the entire form to crumble and dissipate.
After dispatching the last bullet, Anat didn’t hesitate to throw the grenade gun aside and drew the combat blade from his waist, charging forward a few steps. With a swift slicing motion, in a matter of seconds, another monster was dismantled by his blade and faded away.
This creature, like the previous one, was made up of the same material, only its form resembled a standing evil cat with three heads.
After that one was eliminated, even more surged forth.
Anat fought tirelessly like this.
And he was not the only one, everyone around him was doing the same.
All those who had entered this underground space, without exception, were fighting here.
They roughly maintained a circular position, at the very center of which was a flickering blue-white Chaos Octagram Array.
They were defending this place, while outside their barricade were nearly endless Storm Beasts.
They had various forms, many resembling humans, but also a multitude of animal shapes, and even many other things twisted into strange shapes.
But without exception, besides their different forms, their core was the same: unstable entities purely composed of blue-white Spiritual Energy storms.
They crazily assailed the human warriors’ defense line, unrelenting in their attacks, even as they were continuously being destroyed.
This battle had been going on for over two hours now.
Two and a half hours earlier, they had entered the headquarters of the Primordial Wrath Owl Sect through the opened underground tunnels. Along the way, they encountered numerous obstructions from enemies, including Storm Sorcery, traps, and explosives that were especially powerful in the narrow passageways.
Nevertheless, none of these were able to stop the advance of this elite coalition force.
Commander Matins, clad in Terminator Power Armor, had firmly blocked most of the space. With him personally leading the way, whatever means the cultists resorted to were pointless, crushed beneath his might.
In about half an hour, they had eliminated countless cultists blocking their path and finally reached the core area of the cult’s headquarters.
There, they saw what those cultists were desperately trying to protect: an already carved, infuriating Chaos Octagram Array, which had absorbed many souls and was pulsating at a high frequency; a large number of cultists swarmed over it, their zealotry evident as they chanted their belief in the Evil God.
In the eyes of many Demon Hunters and Battle Nuns, the very real soul lights of these cultists were connected to the Chaos Array beneath their feet.
This was not even because they had the ability to see souls or Spiritual Energy; the link between these people and the Chaos Array was so deep that their souls were almost entirely extracted from their bodies, visible to the naked eye of anyone with even a slight Spiritual Talent.
Clearly, these cultists were conducting a very evil ritual.
Upon reaching this place, the warriors of the coalition did not hesitate or even need the orders from their commander; almost instinctively, they launched an attack on the cultists performing the ritual.
The sooner they could stop the cultists’ ritual and disrupt their plans, the better the outcome would be.
However, it was still a bit too late.
Surrounding that array, walls of wind flickered, blocking their initial assault.
The wind wall was obviously hastily formed. Even though the cultists of the Primordial Wrath Owl Sect had been preparing for a potential attack on their headquarters, time was still too short, and the hastily constructed wind wall wasn’t very strong.
Not to mention the ferocity of the coalition warriors’ firepower. In addition to their grenade guns, they were equipped with heavy bombs, plasma-charged handguns, and such. Should it come to the point where they couldn’t break through, they still had thermite bombs at the ready.
Of course, in reality, there was no need for such drastic measures.
The wind wall, after withstanding a barrage of firepower, was already on the verge of shattering. Just a little more effort, and the cultists behind it would be completely exposed to their firepower and swiftly eliminated.
At that moment, within the precarious wind wall, the High Priest, an elderly man, chanted the Storm Prayer louder and more frantically.
Suddenly, all the cultists fell down at once, including the High Priest himself.
However, even as he fell and his body went silent, that evil prayer continued to echo throughout the space.
In the eyes of those with Spiritual Talent, the souls of the cultists were rapidly extracted.
The next moment, the blinking blue-white Chaos Octagram Array suddenly became incredibly bright. A white gale burst from its center, violently sweeping out in all directions.
Everyone’s vision was engulfed by a blinding whiteness, and their bodies felt as though they were being pushed to the ground by an immense force. Read new chapters at empire