The nightmare beasts surged past Asmodeus and continued straight through the barrier, as if it wasn't even there.
The Lord of Graves vanished among the monstrous tide.
And Frey and his companions understood the scale of the disaster the moment they saw that army pouring in toward them.
They were in the thousands.
They had survived the ultimate nightmare…
Only to find another waiting for them.
Ghost immediately stepped forward while Snow grabbed Vermethor, channeling as much holy energy as he could in a desperate attempt to heal Frey's legs.
Ghost extended his hands, manipulating the void using his full power.
"space cleave!"
Unleashing the same strange force from before, Ghost tore through space and time, trying to wipe out the oncoming horde.
His strike was strong enough to cut down even the most durable of them—but in the face of an army that size, it was barely a scratch.
Ghost repeated the technique again and again.
But reality hit hard.
