Advance

Not far from the portal, a nine-tiered altar had already been constructed.

Huo Ling wore a simple set of black-and-gold mage armor. It was lightweight, yet provided him with sufficient protection.

He gripped a legendary staff and was currently forming a summoning array.

In the open space before him, a runic magic array condensed from countless runes was quietly taking shape.

As vast amounts of death magic emerged, a pillar of runic radiance shot skyward from within the faint, chilling mist.

When the glow faded, an entire force of Dark Warriors stood where it had been.

Step!

Step!

Green soul flames trembled faintly beneath the helmets of these black-armored Dark Warriors.

They did not remain where they were, swiftly filing out of the summoning array.

The Dark Warriors marched in neat formation. The distance between every one of them was exactly the same, as if measured with a ruler.

Squad after squad of Dark Warriors appeared, then swiftly moved aside.

One combat regiment.

One war division.

Five war divisions.

Five Dark Warrior war divisions, each at the Silver rank, appeared before all the forces of the East River Marquisate.

Besides these Bone War Divisions, three Silver-rank Skeleton Cavalry War Divisions were also summoned.

These forces would be the first troops to pass through the portal and reach the Hemel Plane.

Such long-distance teleportation meant that the gods of the Hemel Plane would certainly notice the immense spatial fluctuations.

The first forces would have to face this plane's counterattack. The moment they emerged from the portal, they might be surrounded by the enemy's army.

The vanguard's casualties would undoubtedly be shockingly high.

Undead troops were the most suitable for such a battle. They feared neither hardship nor death; even if they were wiped out to the last man, it would not