The Psionic Energy shockwaves brought about by the resurgence of a Creator are far more powerful than the monstrous waves of the Material Plane.
Moreover, with the world's bottom layer polluted, this Psionic Energy wave is almost equivalent to a sudden burst of Demonic Tide.
Beneath the surging waves, every soul seems so insignificant.
The unparalleled Psionic Energy shockwave instantly ripped the souls of [Great Wei Boxing Champion] and [Ginseng Rooster] out of their bodies, leaving them in a "disconnected" state.
It wasn't just the two of them; as the howling Psionic Energy swept outwards, it affected both the elite imperial forces south of Sand Capital and the [Broken Sword] rebels north of Sand Capital—
Within the territory of the Skeleton Alliance, all Soul Returners and all players were squeezed out of their bodies at this moment.
North of Sand Capital, Colin, who was inspecting military intelligence, suddenly felt a sharp phantom pain, and the scene before him instantly spun around him.
He forced himself to look around despite the pain, only to see rows upon rows of Fang Soldiers lying motionless on the ground, as if they were already dead.
Meanwhile, the Skeleton Man under his command writhed wildly on the ground like a swarm of worms, expressing their pain in this meaningless way.
South of Sand Capital, Imperial Marshal Luokenuosuos i suddenly felt a pang of anxiety, and his Psionic Energy began to stir wildly.
For a powerful figure like him, there is nothing in this world that can frighten him anymore.
Yet at this moment, he experienced that long-lost feeling again.
An endless thick fog descended from the sky in the next instant, directly enveloping the entire imperial army camp.
This was Luokenuosuos i's "Poison Fog Domain," and he sensed the problem the moment the thick fog descended.
Even with their own protection, all the "Theocracy soldiers" had already died.
However, the imperial army remained largely unaffected because it was within its own territory.
The spacious military tent was instantly torn into shreds of cloth, and with a furious roar, a pair of dark yellow dragon eyes shone brightly in the thick fog.
"Hold on, I'll get everyone out of here."
Two figures appeared on the back of the dragon in the thick fog. The first one was tall and slender, wearing the iconic mage robe, while the second one was hidden in the shadows and could not be seen without careful observation.
Dragons do not perceive time in the same way as humans; a hundred years is nothing to them.
Even so, Loxor was relieved to be able to see Nuowa again.
There was no time for pleasantries. The Green Dragon channeled all its power to maintain the stability of its domain, like a lone island in a Psionic Energy tsunami.
Nuowa, meanwhile, began casting a massive teleportation spell once again.
He could airdrop 100,000 Soul Returners into the Holy City, and lead various types of troops across half the world to the center of the Demon Realm. He could also send hundreds of thousands of Skeleton Man across the Floating Corpse Sea, and naturally, he could also teleport nearly a million imperial troops back to the Empire.
The only problem now is that he must outrun the raging Demonic Tide, otherwise, for the safety of tens of millions of people in the empire, the emperor will definitely close the borders.
Once Psionic Energy blockade is activated, the teleportation destination will lose its location.
Therefore, Nuowa had to release an extremely large spell that required more than ten minutes of chanting and charging in just a few breaths.
This was originally absolutely impossible, but...
Nuowa looked at the staff in his hand, then at the heart of the only Amber Dragon in the world, and then at the pale, white spine of the staff, which came from the body of a grand duke.
Vampires can never resist the temptation of blood, especially the blood of the strong.
Nuowa's fingertips sliced open his wrist, and blood gushed out like a fountain, only to be greedily absorbed by the pale spine of the staff until not a drop remained.
Vanessa, having drunk the blood of the strong, showed a brief moment of submission, Nuowa temporarily gained a portion of Domination dominance.
With this power, he gained one second to unleash the full power of the Heart of the Amber Dragon.
A second may seem short, but it's enough for the Amber Dragon.
The noise around me gradually faded into silence, and a second felt like it had been stretched a thousand times longer.
Nuowa saw the raging Psionic Energy become as gentle as a stream, and the constantly eroding poisonous fog domain slowly dissolve like a sugar cube.
This is a domain within a domain, and normally it cannot be activated.
However, with Loxor's help, Nuowa still managed to activate the Time Dilation.
With this one-time power, he successfully accumulated power within one second of the objective flow rate.
The instant the Amber Dragon's Heart dimmed, the entire Imperial army, numbering up to a million men, along with the agonizing Machine Spirit, vanished from the Skeleton Alliance, stretching for dozens of miles.
Thousands of miles away on the imperial border, Nuowa led a million-strong army and descended from the sky, returning to the country before the border was closed.
The Psionic Energy shockwave continued to spread outwards in a spherical pattern, quickly approaching the border between the Empire and the Alliance.
Emperor Leo VII, who had sat firmly on the throne for a hundred years, opened his eyes on the throne in the imperial capital.
He reached out and grabbed the "Starlight Orb" and the "Empire Scepter," gripping the Holy Orb tightly in one hand and drawing a line in the void in front of him with the Empire Scepter in the other.
Along the empire's borders, stretching for thousands of miles, an invisible barrier instantly unfolded, acting like a dam to block the tide of Psionic Energy.
In the north of the Skeleton Alliance, whether it was the Theocracy bordering it by land or the Graycast Corridor across the sea, all borders emitted a pale green glow at the same time.
Wherever the Root Network extends, all Psionic Energy seems to be rivet-studded and cannot be shaken in the slightest.
If the imperial monarch was using dikes to stop the Demonic Tide, then Ed was turning his territory and all the creatures on it into a massive, heavy anchor.
No matter how big the waves are, the anchor always remains stable.
Meanwhile, in the central part of the Demon Realm, thousands of hemispherical pale green barriers instantly unfolded, protecting the Soul Returners and Machine Spirit within.
That was the product of Ed's power combined with the research findings of Willow and her mother— Psionic Energy Stability Anchor.
The howling Psionic Energy swept to the more northern worlds, but the Twin Kings had sealed off the Eternal Domain a month earlier. The people living there only felt the biting cold wind today and all went home to hide.
As for Samuer deep within the Demon Realm, he naturally had no fear of it.
He has no subjects, no lives in need of protection; His very being is enough for Him to roam freely through the Demonic Tide.
The first wave of Demonic Tide triggered by the resurgence of the Lord of Infinite Crystal Clusters was thus resolved by the existing powerful beings in this world, but this was only the beginning.
From this moment on, the otherworldly god, who no longer concealed his true nature, began to rhythmically release Psionic Energy shocks outward.