As a precaution, here is something valuable.

Use it only in dire circumstances.

Bayou handed Jeang Yi the fortress crystal core, concerned that she might not reach him in time to prevent his demise.

Bestowing the crystal core was merely a safeguard against unforeseen events.

Jeangi cast a brief glance at it, grasping its purpose.

No wonder she forbade casual usage.

The resource consumption within was staggering.

I understand Bayou<unk>s pressure was even greater than that of Ya Exion.

Yet unlike Nyaken, she did not exude an aura that repelled others.

Nevertheless, Jeang Yi did not harbor the illusion that this made him immune to her lethal intent.

Survival depended on his own efforts.

Bayou opened her system for a moment before turning to Jeang Yi.

You have 7 days to procure the tier of the race before the leaderboard concludes and draw out Nyaken.

7 days could be perceived as neither long nor short.

And Jang Yi nodded in acknowledgement.

Thus, under the scrutinizing gazes of the crowd, Jang Yi departed from Aman city while Bayu briefed a few others before returning to the city.

The talent and abilities of Nia Xen were exceedingly formidable.

A strategy was imperative.

Bayu relayed this information to Du Yong and Lee Lingsy, both of whom felt an immediate surge of pressure upon hearing the news.

Even a previously care-free tone had vanished, replaced by a somewhat grave response, indicating that they too had sensed the pressure emanating from the Lord of Angels.

Bayou had believed that only fallen angels possess the ability to manipulate other beings.

It was unexpected to discover that angels could wield such powers as well.

After all, the two are of the same origin.

The abilities of fallen angels are fundamentally shared by angels, proving to be quite a troublesome matter.

Meanwhile, on the cliffs of the endless sea, Leelingi pondered over the message sent by Bayou Sheru mountain.

She promptly summoned the forest spirit tribe under her control, instructing them to return to their homeland and seek out this place known as Shiru Mountain.

The lord of angels must not be allowed to remain.

Chapter 288.

Assault on the or tribe.

The skies over Hapuni Prefecture remained brilliantly sunny.

While at this moment in the Emerald Hills, the sovereigns of the four races gathered in unison.

Apart from Arthur and Dachi, who were engaged in eliminating the remnants of the goblin kingdom, the majority of the undead forces were assembled here.

The four lords had received reports from their subordinates regarding the location of the orc tribe that had been attacked previously.

A spectral lord emerged, delivering updates to Sussies and the other undead, "Continue the investigation and seek out other orc tribes, commanded Lonnie in an ethereal tone, directing the spectral lords on their next course of action before turning her gaze towards Sussies.

Although all four kings were rulers in their own right, it was essential for one to take the lead to ensure unified decision-making.

Among them, Sussies held the highest rank and possessed the mightiest lich powers.

thus naturally assuming the role of leader.

We shall take the initiative and eradicate them to bolster our strength.

Sussies rasped his voice akin to that of a middle-aged human who had long been silent.

In truth, Suss existed in human form with a robust human body encased within his armor.

The other three kings, however, bore no semblance of humanity with the presence of a level six lich.

They felt emboldened to confront the orc tribes and would not remain idle.

Lest part with the four kings at the forefront.

A throng of over 10,000 undead ascended into the sky, following the guidance towards the orc tribe.

Unbeknownst to the orc tribe, peril loomed on the horizon.

Within the tribe, female orcs frolked with their young while elder orcs gathered around a bonfire, savoring roasted meat and indulging in the tribe's special brew.

Nearby, orc warriors received blessings from the tribe shaman at the altar.

The shaman, hunched over and gripping a staff fashioned from a moose antler, appeared as if wielding a mere clothes rack to the untrained eye, draped in the pelts of unknown beasts.

The shaman waved his arms with great effort, green energy swirling around as he muttered incomprehensible incantations.

At that moment, the orc chieftain resided within the opulent tent at the heart of the tribe, welcoming envoys from another faction to discuss the annihilation of the alien fortress by the lake.

It was unexpected that once valiant warriors of the tribe had failed to subdue two aliens.

Indeed, age had taken its toll.

The envoys mocked the chieftain's failure who recognized the dishonor and seeed with rage.

Speak carelessly again, and I shall sever your head.

The envoys fell silent, having only dared to mock him a couple of times.

Realizing the chieftain's genuine anger, they refrained from further provocation.

Naturally, we agreed to cooperate.

We have sacrificed numerous formidable warriors and cannot let them escape easily.

But before the envoy could finish, the ground abruptly trembled violently.

Boom! Boom! Outside, the air was filled with the sounds of violent explosions and the chaotic rush of orcs in a frenzied attempt to flee.

What was happening? The apostles and tribal leaders swiftly exited their tents only to be met with an astonishing sight.

In the sky, colossal skulls descended like meteors, engulfed in flames.

Crashing to the ground, enormous skeletal dragons soared overhead, spewing fire that incinerated everything in their path.

The tribe was littered with the bodies of orcs, both aged and female, who had fallen lifelessly to the earth, bewildered by the chaos surrounding them.

The orc warriors, summoned by the priests, engaged fiercely with the oncoming horde of the undead.

However, the sheer number of adversaries proved overwhelming, and the valiant orc fighters were soon consumed by the tide of death.

Those who had fallen rose once more, transformed into members of the opposing force, and the situation grew increasingly dire.

The orc leader, witnessing the annihilation of his tribe, was consumed by rage.

Grasping his weapon, he charged towards the undead.

For the tribe, he bellowed, and countless bewildered orc warriors seemed to find inspiration in his roar, their spirits rekindled.

Even the frail and elderly who had once fled now grasped weapons from the ground and began to retaliate.

As the orc shaman soared to the rear, casting spells, every orc felt the surge of power.

Their eyes glowed crimson as they entered a frenzied state.

Unfazed by death, they surged forward, determined to expend their final strength to vanquish the invaders.

Several apostles were takenback, recalling the intelligence shared by the orc leader.

It was indeed these undead skeletal beings that they faced.

They had no intention of fighting for this tribe and sensing the impending doom, prepared to flee amidst the chaos.

As they turned in panic, they were confronted by a sinister figure cloaked in black.

Its long blade pointed to the ground, wreathed in ominous flames that chilled the soul.

In the instant they beheld Jack, a dark, swift blade flashed, and the orc apostles felt their vision freeze.

Suddenly, the world began to spin violently.

With a thud, they beheld their own bodies, headless, gushing blood.

Jon, positioned at the back and not directly engaged in combat, plunged his great sword into the ground, unleashing his skills as his power ascended to that of a king.

The destructive force of his abilities surged dramatically.

The entire orc tribe lay ins snared beneath his skeletal minions while exploding skulls obliterated everything preventing any orc from escaping.

The domain power of the four kings radiated outward even in the absence of a necromancer as sovereigns of their kind summoning their legions posed no challenge.

Skeletons and zombies arose while liches and wraiths soared through the air asserting dominance over the sky.

Jon held his ground.

Lenny floated above and Jack maneuvered through the chaos, leaving only Sass at the forefront of the undead army, embodying the role of a commanding general.

Sass wielded his weapon with precision.

Each swing unleashed terrifying frost magic, freezing all in its vicinity.

He raised his left hand and from the countless orc corpses.

Soul fires erupted, glowing blue as he clenched his fist.

The floating soul fires detonated amidst the orc ranks, creating a cataclysmic spectacle.

An invisible wave of force swept through, rendering any indication of its potency imperceptible.

The orcs, undeterred by the explosions, continued their charge.

Yet, after merely a few steps, they found themselves crashing heavily to the ground.

Their souls extinguished, their bodies remained unscathed.

The royal liches soared through the air like blades of steel, plunging directly into the midst of the orcs, shattering their advance.

The power of their domain unleashed.