Chapter 2719  Giant Egg

The key was that the Thunder of Judgment was an area-of-effect attack.

Many soul warriors gathered together, and a single strike of the Thunder of Judgment would often hit at least four or five soul warriors.

After enduring a dozen or so lightning strikes, the soul warriors could no longer withstand the damage and would shatter!

The piercing screams of the soul warriors before their deaths attracted even more soul warriors from behind, causing the triggering efficiency of the Thunder of Judgment to increase.

Effective!

Fang Heng observed from a distance and continued to control the Lickers to move forward, slowly eliminating the soul warriors.

It was a bit strange.

Killing soul warriors never resulted in any item rewards.

Additionally, it seemed that the soul warriors could regenerate themselves, constantly condensing from the silver light spots around the Abyss of Despair.

However, the speed at which the silver light spots were generated was not fast, far slower than the speed at which the Thunder of Judgment from the zombie clones cleared them.

Fang Heng simply followed the footsteps of the zombie team, pushing forward step by step.

Since the soul warriors were also spellcasters, the zombie clones were constantly being consumed by the soul warriors' attacks.

However, whenever the number of zombie clones was nearly depleted, a new batch of clones would respawn and join the battle, continuing the cycle.

These were all manageable.

The most troublesome part was that since the Thunder of Judgment had a duration effect, Fang Heng couldn't simply go offline to AFK; he had to keep coming back and forth to cast the Thunder of Judgment on the zombie clones.

Helpless.

Fang Heng tried but found he couldn't slack off, so he slapped his cheek, forced himself to stay focused, and continued grinding.

After grinding for 12 hours straight, he had covered a large distance but ahead was still a vast, chaotic space.

Helpless, Fang Heng could only log off temporarily and contact Ji Xiaobo to ensure that the undead council wouldn't worry too much about his disappearance.

...

He had been grinding for two full days and nights!

Fang Heng felt his soul power had been severely depleted, reaching an extremely low level. Every step forward required immense focus and effort.

At some point, the surrounding space had gradually transformed into a vast expanse of gray and white.

The entire world was grayish-white.

Even the Licker, whose color had faded, seemed to blend seamlessly with the world around it.

It was exactly like the scene he had seen before in the Nether River illusion!

Fang Heng now had a group of five thousand zombie clones gathered around him, constantly inflicting massive damage to the surrounding undead warriors through the passive Thunder of Judgment.

Since last night, his willpower had become difficult to sustain. He had to log off every ten minutes to rest before logging back in and repeating the cycle.

Hmm?

What was that?

Suddenly, Fang Heng noticed something.

He looked up and saw, at the horizon ahead, a halo-like light ring appeared in the space, resembling a sun halo.

It looked like a floating altar in the air.

Above the altar, there was an eerie, spherical object—an enormous egg-like structure.

The wandering souls stopped advancing and instead drifted uncontrollably toward the giant egg.

It was as if they were moths drawn to a flame.

Large numbers of soul bodies dissolved as they approached and merged with the giant egg.

Fang Heng furrowed his brows and took another step forward, moving closer to the light ring, trying to see what the giant egg was.

"So it's a projection?"

Fang Heng's frown deepened.

What appeared ahead was a tall black metal sacrifice altar.

The surface of the altar was mottled, with numerous scratches visible. Above it hovered a dark-colored orb.

The orb seemed to have spread its power through the sacrifice altar, creating a projection of a massive egg-shaped sphere behind the altar.

Fang Heng stared at the orb.

It was the same orb he had seen when he was contemplating power outside the Nether River!

Memories of that moment quickly resurfaced in his mind.

"So that's how it is..."

Fang Heng guessed in his heart, muttering to himself.

He recalled the mysterious figure he had seen in the mirror.

That figure had used seven orbs to create seven distinct worlds.

One of those worlds was the death realm he was currently in.

However, in his memories, he hadn't seen the orb correspond to a sacrifice altar.

Fang Heng suspected that Empress Persephone had also seen this orb, and after advancing to the God-level necromancy, she entered the Abyss of Despair, built the altar, and fully harnessed the orb's power, thereby restructuring the operations of the death realm.

Since the orb in front of him corresponded to the death realm, there were still six more...

Did they correspond to the other six game worlds?

Fang Heng couldn't help but look up at the orb.

He couldn't be certain.

But based on the information from the mirror, it was highly likely that one of them represented hell, and another was the Holy Realm.

Let's set aside the other orbs for now.

If his assumption was correct, and the orb represented the fundamental order and strength of the death realm, as well as being the source of energy for the Nether River, did that mean he could just take the altar and orb back to the Vampire Apocalypse and resolve everything?

Fang Heng decided to test it. He sent a group of Lickers to approach the orb, to see if they could move the orb off the altar.

"Whoosh..."

Once the zombie clones got within a 200-meter radius of the orb, their speed noticeably slowed down. Soon, their bodies began to visibly rot and darken, decaying into a puddle of pus.

[Hint: Your zombie clone (Licker form) is affected by the aging effect, and its HP upper limit is reduced by 10%...]

[Hint: Your zombie clone (Licker form) is affected by the aging effect, and its HP upper limit is reduced by 10%...]

[Hint: Your zombie clone (Licker form) is affected by the aging effect, its HP upper limit is reduced, and it has died.]

It seemed impossible!

It appeared to be some kind of domain effect—entering the area automatically caused damage.

Fang Heng glanced at the game hints and then pulled out a demigod-level sealing rune from his backpack.

Whoosh!

The rune paper, soaked in his blood, flew swiftly toward the orb. However, as soon as the rune paper got within a hundred meters of the orb, it instantly corrupted with a whoosh sound, turning into a cloud of ashes.

Still no success.

The sealing rune hadn't even touched the orb yet, but the orb's power had already caused it to completely dissipate.

This was troublesome!

How had the Empress perfected the orb's power?

Wait.

Maybe the Empress didn't need to move the orb. Perhaps she only needed to inject her mental strength into it, fully harnessing its power?

But what about the altar?

How had the Empress moved the orb and placed it on the altar?

Fang Heng slowly approached the altar, casting his gaze toward the right side of it.

There, he saw some unused energy bodies stacked together, with a large portion of a magic array underneath.

Fang Heng observed from a distance.

It seemed to be a man-made magic array, which could significantly enhance the efficiency of the altar's operation when supplied with sufficient energy.

That was likely how the death realm's strength was greatly enhanced under the leadership of Empress Persephone.

But now, the magic array had been destroyed.

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