The damage inflicted by the surrounding army multiplied.
The situation suddenly turned bloody and brutal.
Crack~
Suddenly.
A crisp sound echoed.
In the gray, overcast sky, a tiny crack appeared, visible to the naked eye.
Like a mirror that had fallen to the ground.
Lear looked up, his perception penetrating the void.
Due to the rapid loss of Origin Energy, the relic, already on the verge of collapse, was unable to bear the weight of the Plane any longer.
It began to buckle under the pressure.
Seeing this, Lear not only did not stop but instead increased his consumption of Origin Power.
The battlefield was thrown into even greater chaos, fortunately, he had moved the cavemen away in advance, so he didn't need to be distracted by protecting them and could fight freely.
The Land of Crimson Rot rose and formed a cage, protecting him at its center.
This was a cage condensed with the power of the Land of Crimson Rot!
