The space was almost disintegrating, the barriers between realms were forcibly torn apart by brute force.
But another failed attempt forced Mag to stop his actions, the force rebounding from the fractured barrier felt like a violent soul storm, impacting his mind, causing his shaky legs to go limp and unstable.
The surrounding space was torn by web-like cracks, a thunderous sound came from the front, vibrations spreading outwards, splitting the ground with cracks that rolled and extended endlessly.
A large number of Cursed Land warriors were devoured.
Mag watched this scene, anxious at heart.
The invasion had not lasted long, but the lack of progress made his mood worse and worse, relying solely on his meager strength couldn't tear through space.
The loss of contact with many [Black Holy Sons] was the main reason for Mag's urgency.
Successfully arrived, losses reduced, but his people were still dying in large numbers.
