Chapter 542: Wali's Defeat

Where the Beast Race and Demons clash.

Two figures had already been fighting in the sky for an entire day, and the surrounding battlefield had become shattered and ruined due to their exchange.

"Your strength is far worse than that white tin can, but you certainly have made me have a lot of fun."

Falke's voice resonated directly within Wali's skull, and countless Black Qi probed out from the gaps in his dark purple Armor.

Wali already had several wounds on his body, his luxurious Priest Changpao was tattered, and the staff in his hand was only half left; the other half was in Falke's hand.

Watching the Beast Race's High Priest reach the end of his rope before him, Falke could not help but laugh out loud.

But soon, Falke stopped laughing; at the mere thought of that tall Human in silver-white Armor, at the mere thought of that tall Human wielding a flaming Greatsword, Falke suddenly felt a sense of humiliation surge into his heart.

Those two Humans! He must tear them into ten thousand pieces! Make them wish they were dead!

Three Spears wreathed in Purgatory Karma Fire burst from the ground, precisely piercing Wali's shoulders and right leg.

The Defense Rune lighting up on his remaining Priest Changpao was like a fragile spiderweb, disintegrating layer by layer before the Karma Fire on the surface of the Spears.

Wali vomited black blood containing fragments of internal organs, shocked to realize the Demon fire at his wounds was Devouring his body.

He immediately used his remaining Rune Power to condense a Healing Rune; when the Healing Rune turned into green light spots and entered Wali's body, Wali's eyes widened instantly.

His body, which should have started to improve, now became even weaker, and black blood flowed from the location of his wounds.

He had clearly used a Healing Rune, why did it turn out like this? Could it be him...

Wali's eyes looked toward Falke, meeting the other's playful gaze, and he immediately had the answer in his heart.

"Watching your own healing power turn into a deadly poison, isn't it interesting?"

Seeing Wali in this state, Falke snapped his fingers, and the green light that had entered Wali's body suddenly surged; the skin on the Priest's left arm instantly turned from green to black-purple, and the entire left arm swelled up several times over.

When Wali used his only remaining hand to draw a Space Teleportation Rune, the bat wings behind Falke flapped violently.

The air within a hundred-meter radius suddenly solidified into a dark red barrier, and the newly formed Teleportation Rune was torn into fragments by a Gravity Vortex that appeared out of thin air.

Dozens of purple-black chains extended from the shattered spatial rift, pulling Wali's limbs into twisted angles.

"You don't even have the right to choose the way you die."

Falke's palm pierced through Wali's chest, and the Karma Fire burning at his fingertips carved a Demon Mark onto the surface of the Priest's heart.

Wali's bloodshot eyes suddenly widened; he saw the Rune Power he had cultivated his entire life turning into a dark purple stream, flowing along Falke's arm toward that eternally hungry Demon body.

The ground cracked open a Shenyuan maw amidst wailing, and Lava and bones automatically piled up into a Bone Altar.

Falke nailed the twitching Wali onto a cross made of skulls and began to cut off Wali's green muscles bit by bit.

When the first ray of dark red moonlight pierced through the solidified clouds of the battlefield, Wali's final scream merged with the sound of magma erupting beneath the Altar.

Orc warriors who were fighting the Demons were shocked to discover that the Runes on their weapons were flowing in reverse—the Rune Array that should have bolstered their strength suddenly turned into a vortex that drained their life.

Dark purple vascular patterns emerged beneath their green skin, as if countless venomous snakes had burrowed into their blood vessels.

"What is this situation! Why are the Runes on our weapons... draining our life force!"

Dongnuowu suddenly knelt on the ground, and the staff in his hand was corroding into dark green slime at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Dongnuowu could no longer sense the aura of High Priest Wali; only the figure of that Great Demon remained in the entire sky.

Dongnuowu gritted his teeth and arrived before the Beast Race teleportation array; at this moment, the battlefield had fallen into chaos, and many Beast Race warriors were also retreating toward the teleportation array.

"We must retreat. These Demons are so strong that even High Priest Wali could not defeat them; how could we possibly defeat them!"

Dongnuowu drew a Teleportation Rune and activated the teleportation array.

This battle against the Demons had already failed; staying here would only increase casualties, but someone had to stay behind to cover the retreat.

Dongnuowu watched the Beast Race warriors swarming into the teleportation array and looked at his compatriots still fighting the Demons on the battlefield; finally, he turned back abruptly, entered the teleportation array, and as he entered, Dongnuowu left behind a Delay Rune.

To let the teleportation array close after 30 seconds.

"Your sacrifice, we will keep in our hearts."

Following Dongnuowu's self-muttering, he entered the teleportation array himself.

The Beast Race Rune warriors who were charging suddenly stumbled and fell; their pride and joy, the Rune Armor, peeled off in pieces like dried pottery, exposing their bodies.

But the Demon beside him did not attack him; just as this Beast Race Rune warrior felt bewildered.

Strands of Black Qi wrapped around his body; his pupils constricted, his consciousness was being Devoured, and whispers kept sounding in his ears.

"Join us, and you will gain even greater power! Join us, and you will gain even greater power! Join..."

"Urgh... ahhhhh!"

The War Mark on this Beast Race Rune warrior also turned dark purple, and even the skin on his body turned black.

When the pupils of the first Orc Rune warrior turned completely into a murky purple, the Demon Black Qi spread through the ranks like a plague.

Every infected warrior began to change, attacking the Orc warriors with firmer wills.

"Retreat! Retreat to..."

An Orc Myriarch had just raised his battle flag when he suddenly discovered scarlet, blood-vessel-like tentacles wrapped around the flagpole.

Finally, this Orc Myriarch's consciousness stopped as his chest cavity burst open, and a Demon larva tore through his chest and crawled out.

The entire battlefield turned into a living sacrificial ground, with Orc warriors fighting their own compatriots who were controlled by the Demons.

Their angry roars sounded amidst the Karma Fire, but it had no effect, only making Falke feel a sense of pleasure.

"What wonderful despair! This is what's interesting!"

Falke walked by stepping on the void, and he spread the bat wings behind him.

Every time he passed a section of the battlefield, the space there would collapse into darkness, Devouring and controlling the Orc warriors trapped within.

Seventh Defense Zone.

The Beast Race Priest Chong Mingdi, who was gathering troops to prepare to continue supporting the battlefield, saw the teleportation array suddenly open, and a group of Beast Race warriors covered in wounds swarmed in.

"This... what is the situation? Aren't you fighting the Demons on the front line?"

Chong Mingdi grabbed a Beast Race warrior and asked in a hurried tone.

"I... I... I don't know..."