Azure runes writhed across the obsidian pedestal.
Nearly every flicker of light seemed to be whispering to the void.
They relentlessly tore through the silence of the night.
Chen Rui's forehead was covered in sweat.
Large beads rolled down his temples to his jaw, splashing across the cold obsidian and pooling into a small patch of moisture.
He maintained the output of his mental power, his entire body trembling faintly.
The tremors seemed to resonate with the altar's mysterious surface patterns, producing a subtle yet piercing sound without end.
The sound resembled metal grinding together, yet also faintly echoed the low growl of ancient behemoths.
It shook fine cracks through the surrounding ice.
The orc Shamans floated in the air as they chanted.
Bone totems swung violently before their chests, colliding with a string of crisp metallic chimes that echoed across the Wall of Despair.
Thirty rings of incantations spilled from their mouths, intertwining above the altar to weave a translucent grid that radiated an eerie glow.
The power of those incantations was like an invisible tide, wave after wave battering the surrounding space.
At the same time, within Chen Rui's territory.
Thirty thousand Mountain Troll Javelin Throwers stood in orderly formation.
The ancient copper javelins raised high in their hands formed an immovable wall of copper and iron.
Across their rough skin, the trolls had used fluorescent moss to trace the totems of charging tigers. With every breath, the totems all shimmered with a mysterious dim light.
It was as though the tigers on their bodies could break free at any moment, roaring as they charged forth.
The tips of the poison-coated copper spears gleamed with a faint green light, flickering like Ghost Fire.
Every flash carried the scent of death.
The entire Legion seemed like ghosts condensed from