The enemy poured out faster and faster.
The rift had been torn open beyond any hope of closing. Fragments of space peeled away from its edges like layers of shattered ice, exposing darkness so thick it seemed almost solid.
Countless points of light flickered in that darkness—the eyes of hundreds of millions of beings from different races, all driven by a single will, waiting to pass through the rift.
The Level 8 Lifeform leading the Vanguard Army was an exceptionally enormous Starry Sky Behemoth. Its body spanned the distance of several planes, and every breath drew vast quantities of free-floating elements from the void.
Its head had no eyes, only a huge mouth split horizontally across it. Tens of thousands of teeth lined that maw, each covered in runes that emitted an ominous red glow.
It opened its mouth and let out a soundless roar.
It was a pure mental assault, powerful enough to tear a low-rank wizard's spirit sea apart in an instant.
"Crush them!" Its will swept through the entire vanguard legion. "Show these arrogant wizards that the Alliance is the master of this void!"
Behind it, hundreds of millions of high-rank lifeforms unleashed their strongest auras at once.
The Starry Sky Behemoths stretched their bodies, forcing the rift wider; the energy aggregates spun madly, releasing radiation powerful enough to warp space. Creatures of every shape surged out like a tsunami, packing the entire void so tightly that not a gap remained.
They howled and roared, flaunting their power as they charged madly forward under the Starry Sky Behemoth's command, seeking to grind the wizards' defenses to dust through sheer numbers.
Then they hit a wall.
A wall of flesh and metal.
These were the Four Great Factions' cannon fodder units, comprising hundreds of millions of artificial puppets,