Rules intertwined and tangled within this deathly cloud, while countless streams of magic power gathered from Huo Ling and the surrounding undead spellcasters into the cloud.
The death rules within the cloud continuously drew upon the Plane's rule power, steadily expanding the spell's range.
Like something capable of breeding, the deathly cloud rapidly swelled, growing and spreading without end.
The Fourth Layer Continent had already been dim, but now this region seemed to be shrouded beneath a thick curtain of sky.
Thunder rumbled from within the cloud from time to time, and cold death lightning could be seen amid its roiling masses.
As the range covered by the Undead Cataclysm grew wider and wider, the concentration of death magic power in this region became increasingly astonishing.
A faint gray mist drifted slowly down from the sky like a gauze net, making the entire region even hazier.
By the time the Hemel Plane's allied army reached this predetermined battlefield, Huo Ling had already turned it almost entirely into his own home ground.
Cecil surveyed the surroundings with a grave expression and said in a steady voice, "Have the priests try to disperse the clouds in the sky!"
Cecil's order was swiftly passed down. It was not only Cecil; the popes of the other churches had also noticed that something was wrong with the clouds.
The priests cast their spells together, and many Sanctuary-ranked archbishops and cardinals joined them as well.
The massive divine spell formed by their combined efforts surged toward the sky. A dazzling divine radiance rose from the ground like a meteor, then shot into the cloud.
That divine spell, cast in unison, only dispersed a small patch of the cloud.
Seeing this, Cecil's gaze grew even more solemn. When he saw that the dispersed cloud had taken little