Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

As the Wyvern King's injuries grew increasingly severe, even its roars began to carry a tone of despair and sorrow.

Vexis sighed. If she didn't stop the summoning formation now and go to the Wyvern King's aid, the latter would undoubtedly perish.

Just as Vexis was preparing to halt the formation for the second time, a familiar yet strangely distant voice reached her.

"Leave them to me! Do not stop!!"

If the summoning formation were to stop, the cave spiders and cavalry regiment Orion had brought would be wiped out in a very short time.

Even the wyvern armies Leonidas had brought would ultimately suffer the same fate.

Because those Windfoot Freaks, capable of unleashing wind blades, and the Bloodreavers, who could transform and fly, were both formidable opponents for the wyverns.

The enemy's numbers were simply too great; without the assistance of the undead armies, the subordinates Orion and Leonidas had brought could not possibly resist them.

Whoosh!

A violent wind howled across the battlefield. The one who had just responded to Vexis was Gustalon.

After speaking, Gustalon's figure vanished, and an incomparably massive hurricane immediately appeared on the battlefield.

A furious suction force emanated from the hurricane, drawing all the Legendary-level powerhouses currently locked in combat, as well as the warriors and beasts from both sides fighting nearby, into its swirling vortex.

The only ones not sucked into the hurricane were Lorelia and Vexis.

Vexis said to Lorelia without even glancing at her, "I don't know how long they can last. I will continue summoning; you command the battle."

Lorelia nodded with a soft "Mm-hmm," her small face pale, completely devoid of color.

Vexis's scepter was not so easily wielded; it required a significant expenditure of mental power.

To command those undead and skeleton warriors was impossible without formidable mental strength.

Lorelia, currently only at peak Alpha-level, was already finding it incredibly difficult, pushing herself to her very limits.

However, Lorelia did not complain, because she knew this was a critical moment. She had to hold on.

Just like her other comrades in arms, she absolutely had to hold on.

The war would continue. Both sides embroiled in the battlefield were like fully stretched springs—whoever snapped first would be the loser.

South, on the road from Red Moon Valley to Marshlight Sanctuary.

The scorpion tribe was rushing forward at full speed, never once pausing for rest.

Billowing clouds of dust and sand swirled together, forming a colossal, faceless sand dragon—a truly spectacular sight.

Two figures hovered within the sandstorm.

"There are huge energy fluctuations in the north. They must have engaged the enemy in a fierce battle," Clymene said, gazing towards the north. The energy waves from there were so terrifying that even from such a great distance, she felt a sense of heart palpitations.

Soraya suggested, "Sister, why don't you go ahead first? I'll follow shortly." As Orion's woman, Soraya addressed Clymene as "sister," just as Orion did.

Clymene had awakened and, moreover, had advanced to the Legendary level.

Upon learning of the war raging in the north, how could Clymene possibly sit still? She had immediately decided to accompany Soraya to the front lines.

Clymene replied, "No, that won't do. My strength alone won't make much of a difference."

"Ensuring your safety is what I must do now."

Yes, Soraya was a Legendary-level broodmother. If she were to be ambushed and killed by other Legendary-level powerhouses while en route to provide support, it would be the greatest loss for their faction and could very well lead to the ultimate defeat in the war.

Of course, Soraya's death would also be an incomparably heavy blow to the Stoneheart Horde, and to Orion himself.

Clymene understood this clearly.

Therefore, Clymene had been escorting Soraya all along the way.

Soraya said no more. "I hope the war isn't over when we arrive." She too was aware of her role in this war.

If her presence weren't urgently needed, Orion would not have summoned her.

Clymene sighed. "I hope everyone is alright!" With that, she and Soraya pushed onwards towards the battlefield with all their power.

North, above the battlefield, within the Dark Sacred Chalice's barrier.

Arch Lord Kian, the trident still piercing his chest, declared, "Terrifying power, a bizarre attack carrying sonic waves. Truly an Over-tier powerhouse. You are even stronger than I imagined." He stared at Orion not as a wounded combatant, but as if appraising the most delicious prey in the world.

"The skull of an Over-tier powerhouse will surely be a magnificent collection."

Arch Lord Kian was exceedingly arrogant. When facing an offensive-type lord like Orion, he was very confident.

In reality, this fellow indeed had a few tricks up his sleeve, having easily received Orion's attack.

Orion's face was expressionless, but a flicker of gravity passed through his eyes.

The trident had pierced Arch Lord Kian's body, yet not a single drop of blood had flowed, nor had he sustained any apparent injury.

Orion's attack felt as if it had struck a sponge, or landed in a cloud of mist.

"Your body is somewhat strange!" Orion said slowly, his gaze fixed on Kian.

In Orion's perception, Kian's body was gradually blurring, and a series of overlapping afterimages trembled within his form.

With every gesture Kian made, these afterimages followed.

Kian smirked. "Never seen it before, have you?"

"This is the formidable physique of our race: a multitude of Demonic Shadows!"

Kian let out an evil smile, raised his lance, then swung it.

The tip of the lance, wreathed in an azure ghostly qi, streaked towards Orion's throat like a venomous dragon.

Orion wanted to retreat, but the trident embedded in Kian's body felt as if it were caught by something, momentarily impossible to withdraw.

With no time for further thought, Orion's spherical wave field flashed into existence around his body, deflecting Kian's lance.

Kian cackled. "This is just the beginning!"

The lance continued its dance, like a demon in a frenzy. Its tip changed trajectory, shifting from a sweep to an upward flick—a sinister, insidious offensive, almost impossible to defend against.

Of course, Orion was not one to be easily trifled with. The blood-type transcendent power within his body surged, flowing madly into his trident.

Hong! With a booming sound, the flame on the trident's tip flared to over ten times its previous intensity, engulfing the entire weapon.

The flames burned fiercely. Arch Lord Kian's "Demonic Shadows" body was finally threatened.

The force binding the trident vanished, but Orion, at this moment, had no intention of retracting it just yet.

Orion's voice was icy, his killing intent palpable. "I want to know: flames, lightning, or sonic attacks—which do you fear more?"

"Kill!"

The next moment, lightning enveloped the flames. The flames then exploded amidst the crackling electrical current, and following the explosion came an incomparably violent sonic attack.

"Damn it!"

Arch Lord Kian's "Demonic Shadows" were shattered by this assault. Amidst a series of explosions, Kian flew backwards, putting some distance between himself and Orion.

"Sinful abyssal creature! You dare harm my body! "

Flames were burning on Kian's chest, causing him considerable discomfort.

However, as wisps of azure Demonic covered the area, those flames were quickly extinguished.