Chapter 586

Ace's raging flames of heat, each time they erupted, could bring a burst of extreme brightness in this strange environment of the Void Night Palace.

Although Ma Er's attack power was relatively low, his defense and recovery ability were far too powerful.

He could also heal the injuries within most people's bodies — this was a rare healer and tank combined.

And Diana was even more terrifying; with the power of earth magic, she didn't care whether the things before her were Hollows or members of the Demon God race.

Every attack of hers could make the ground tremble uncontrollably, constantly helping her slay the enemies that came to invade before her.

"We can't fall behind either, brats, go!"

Makarov raised his right hand and shouted loudly — no one was left watching the show now.

Most of the mages had already found their own opponents, and he himself also began to enlarge.

The enlarged Makarov struck a Menos Grande with a single palm.

On that seemingly eerie mask, a layer of cracks immediately appeared.

Makarov did not hesitate either; clenching both fists, he descended from the sky and smashed them directly onto that shattered mask.

Erza also immediately switched into her Black Wing armor, her twin wings spreading out abruptly.

In an instant she passed through a Menos Grande, and as Black Wing Moon Flash was unleashed, a cross-shaped slash cleaved fiercely onto a Menos Grande's mask.

"Bang!"

The sound of massive explosions began to ring out continuously, every mage unleashing their strongest ability.

Although in terms of strength, they might not be able to face a single Menos Grande alone.

But don't forget they had numbers — if one person couldn't handle it, two would team up; if two couldn't, three would.

This way, they could absolutely match these enemies.

Second by second passed, and the original several hundred Menos Grande had gradually been reduced to less than half their number.

But the damage to the Ishgar region had also become very evident.

At this point, those whose strength was insufficient had already been knocked down, or had collapsed from exhaustion.

Basically, apart from the main cast, the core members of the Gegegong Society, and the Ten Wizard Saints, everyone else had been completely wiped out.

"Dammit, there's still this many left."

Gray's chest had already begun to rise and fall lightly; for him now, dealing with these monsters was truly somewhat forced.

"There's no choice — even if only the few of us remain, we have to hold."

Erza, at this moment, was able to remain standing entirely by leaning on the longsword in her hand that was stabbed into the ground.

If it were anyone else, they would probably have already fallen long ago.

"It's still far from enough — I can take down at least a hundred more!"

At this moment, the person who still possessed such strong fighting spirit — apart from Natsu Dragneel, there probably wasn't a second person.

Even Laxus, at this moment, had a solemn look continuously gathering in his eyes.

The others had nearly exhausted their magic power, and didn't even want to speak anymore.

The few Ten Wizard Saints were probably about the same; Warrod had already fallen long before.

Being older, he was not the type whose strength grew with age.

"Ah!!!"

All the Menos Grande began to roar toward the sky, the piercing sound forcing everyone to cover their ears.

It sounded like a call to their own kind, rising in continuous waves.

In the sky, it was as if several great rifts had suddenly split open.

From within each great rift, massive figures descended from the heavens one after another.

Monsters of varying sizes kept emerging from the white rifts.

There were white, crimson, cyan, orange, copper, and silver ones.

Each color of Demon God had a different body size, but the one thing they all shared was—

Every single Demon God carried an immensely terrifying power emanating from them.

Moreover, their numbers were equally panic-inducing — that quantity was simply like mountains and towering peaks pressing down upon them.

Adding even more despair to the eyes of those who had already been somewhat solemn.