Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge

Chapter 765: Chapter 471: Ten Cannons Fire in Unison, Bombarding the Orcs’ Lair!_2

A faint purple beam of light descended from the sky, directly enveloping the Legendary Orc who was gasping for air more than he was breathing.

The light penetrated through his body, straight into his Spirit, binding the Legendary Orc’s soul like a rope or chain. It then slowly but firmly dragged it out from his broken shell.

The transparent, dissipating Spirit began to separate from the body, pulled by the pale purple light, floating towards the Blood Lake in the sky.

passing spear would burst out its dreadful Death Energy, attacking everything around it.

In just 30 seconds, the power of 30 Spears of Death formed a haunting Netherworld Ghost Fiend.

The next moment, a giant [Ghost Gate Pass] descended from the sky, and a huge Death Scythe slashed down.

The Legendary Orc, not to be outdone, held his axe with both hands and hacked at the enormous Death Scythe.

The collision between the scythe and the axe was silent, with no fluctuations of power, as if they did not exist at all.

The terrible energy was entirely contained and eroded internally, without any dissipation.

Hack! Hack! Hack!

Chop! Chop! Chop!

The Death Scythe and the furious giant axe continuously clashed in the air.

But then, eight rusty chains with severe corrosion shot out from the [Ghost Gate Pass].

Rule chains, directly piercing the space and breaching the void, crossed thousands of dimensions from layer upon layer of spatial planes, suddenly appearing around the Legendary Orc.

Hand bound, foot bound, neck bound… Rule chains, through the flesh and blood of the Legendary Orc, directly locked his Spirit.

Two arms, two legs, neck, chest… One by one, the Rule chains wrapped and bound his Spirit.

The Legendary Orc’s movements halted, and the next moment a violent force erupted from within him.

The formidable power, impacting the Rule chains, attempted to break and disperse them.

Yet it was ineffective, the Rule chains still bound his Spirit, trying to drag out the Spirit and absorb it into the [Ghost Gate Pass].

In front, the Death Scythe was chopping, behind, the Rule chains bound him, and overhead countless Spears of Death descended.

Along with the opening of the gate [Ghost Gate Pass], which emitted a huge Death Qi, the entire heavens and earth gradually formed a Netherworld Domain.

Heavy with death, filled with Ghost Fog, a blood-red light, projected from the Blood Lake, directly eroding the land of Black Sea Island.

Orc, she immediately released all her Fifth Tier Epic Demon Souls.

Having recently destroyed several cities and absorbed the souls of a four hundred thousand-strong army of professionals, including over four thousand Fifth Tier Epic Souls.

By now, the number of Fifth Tier demon souls controlled within the formation had reached over fifteen thousand, and each one had been pushed to peak strength by the formation.

A few hundred Fifth Tier Epic souls might not pose a significant threat to the Peak Sixth Tier Legendary Orc,

But there’s an overwhelming number—over ten thousand!

These demon souls congregated and released their inherent deathly and ghostly qi, almost instantly forming an enclosure of Ghost Fiends.

Then, with the enhancement from “Ghost Gate Pass,” the power of the Ghost Fiends became even stronger and purer.

Then, they enveloped the battlefield, a tremendous and horrifying force of death began to erode the Legendary Orc, continually draining his energy.

Demon soul after demon soul unleashed their attacks, each move filled with pent-up power.

A full strike from a Fifth Tier Epic might only cause the Legendary Orc slight pain and negligible damage,

But what about tens of thousands of full-powered strikes?

Even his immensely resilient physique was covered in wounds from these attacks.

Not a single patch of skin remained unscathed.

Deep and shallow wounds covered every inch of the Legendary Orc’s body.

Trickles of blood seeped out, then were absorbed and whisked away by the Ghost Fiend’s power.

As the blood continued to drain and his energy increasingly eroded, the slashes of the Death Scythe grew sharper, the chains of rules binding him grew stronger, and the attacks from the Spear of Death became more frequent and dense.

The strength of the Legendary Orc began to deteriorate bit by bit.

Despite using various means to save his life and even trying to flee, he found that the space around him had been sealed and rendered impossible to tear through.

Trying to escape Black Sea Island based on speed, he found the bindings on his body overwhelmingly strong, leaving him with nowhere to hide, no escape!

“Damned Death Lord! When did humans start having such legendary warriors?”

Countless spells enveloped the Legendary Orc within moments.

Terrifying curses, horrifying weaknesses, immense damage, all directly brought the Legendary Orc crashing down into a large pit in the ground.

Originally, Zi Liyuan thought he’d have a fierce battle on his hands, expecting at least to be evenly matched with the Peak Sixth Tier Legendary Orc for a while.

Turned out, it was a crushing victory in the end.