I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield

Chapter 429: Chapter 367: Battle in Space, Spatial Passage Mutation

The air of the Dark Demon Realm seemed to have solidified into a block of ink, with no trace of daylight.

Every breath inhaled carried a metallic sweetness, mixed with the stench of decay and sulfur, causing the newly arrived soldiers to furrow their brows involuntarily, some even instinctively covering their mouths and noses.

The dense demonic qi, like a tidal wave, relentlessly battered everyone’s Spirit Shield, emitting a "sizzling" sound of corrosion.

Even more unsettling were the continuous roars from all directions—sometimes sharp like nails on glass, other times deep like the growl of a subterranean Giant Beast, yet the source remained elusive, as if countless eyes in the darkness greedily watched the invading army.

"This damn place..." a soldier couldn’t help but curse under his breath, his voice especially clear in the deathly silence, but soon drowned by distant roars.

Even Tier Five Spiritualists felt a tightening in their chest in this pitch-black darkness—extending their Spiritual Power was like sinking into thick ink, only able to scan a range of a hundred meters, beyond which was sheer chaos.

The Tier Two and Tier Three Spiritualists couldn’t even see beyond ten meters around themselves, clinging to their weapons, moving with the crowd, their palms already soaked with cold sweat.

Soft commotion gradually echoed within the ranks, with panic spreading quietly like a plague.

In the unknown darkness, even the bravest Warriors would grow apprehensive.

"Mage army, prepare to cast!"

A steady shout suddenly pierced the darkness. In the phalanx on the flank, a thousand Spiritualists in Magic Robes stepped forward in unison, their Magic Staffs emitting a gentle white light.

Their sealing gestures were uniform, and they chanted incantations, their voices converging into a torrent, piercing through the barrier of demonic qi.

"Let light be our eyes, let the law be our clarity—Night Vision Technique!"

As the incantation concluded, a brilliant silver radiance erupted simultaneously from the tips of a thousand Magic Staffs.

This light did not dissipate like ordinary Spiritual Energy but transformed into countless specks of light, drifting like dandelion seeds upon the wind, landing on each soldier’s brow.

In an instant, the once pitch-black world became clear to everyone—though still carrying a faint gray haze, it was enough to see objects a hundred meters away.

Underfoot lay cracked black stone, with dark red mucus flowing through its fissures; in the distance stood twisted obsidian peaks, shaped like a demon’s claws stabbing at the gray sky; and the source of the roars—Low level Demons hiding among the rock cracks and caves, disturbed by the light, let out angry howls.

"Whew—"

A collective sigh of relief echoed among the millions-strong army.

With the darkness receding, the panic dissipated substantially, the soldiers gripped their weapons tighter, their gazes resolute once more.

Dongfang Yu looked towards the mage army, nodding slightly, "Well done. All battle groups, maintain vigilance, advance according to the planned formation!"

Led by the spearhead troops, the millions-strong army, armored and weaponized like a steel war chariot, steadily advanced along the cracked black stone land.

The clanging of armor, the thud of boots, the whoosh of flags in the air interwove, raising a rumbling wave in the deathly silent Dark Demon Realm, as if intending to dispel the murk of the land.

The further they advanced, the more intense the spatial fluctuations in the air became, as if a massive stone were tossed into a tranquil lake, causing the rocks beneath their feet to tremble slightly.

Those fluctuations carried a tear-apart frenzy, confirming to everyone that the space portal was near.

More suffocating was the demonic aura ahead, crashing like a black sea at high tide, oppressive and overwhelming—not the scattered ferocity of isolated demons, but the bloodlust and frenzy of countless beings amassed, making one’s scalp tingle, their Spirit Shields buzzing.

Everyone understood, sealing such a space portal would not be as smooth as in the Infernal Demon Sea, what awaited them was inevitably a bitter battle of corpse mountains and the Sea of Blood.

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Outside the Demon Suppression Abyss, the boundless space was vast as ink, now ignited by a brutal clash.

Three space portals, each over ten thousand meters in diameter, hovered in the void like dark giant eyes, slowly rotating around the entrance to the Demon Abyss.

Within the portals, swirling purple-black demonic qi spewed out countless fierce figures, as if a dam broke and a tide of darkness poured forth, surging towards the surrounding Royal Fleet.

The demons rushing out from the second and third layers of the Demon Abyss greatly surpassed the minions of the first layer in power.

Tier Five demons gathered densely like locusts, and Tier Six demons were not uncommon, swinging claws and Bone Blades, carving afterimages through the space, easily tearing through battleship Energy Shields.

Even more alarming were Tier Seven demons occasionally that burst through the portals, bodies massive like giant fortresses, freezing vast swathes of void with each breath; sometimes, even the aura of Tier Eight demons emanated from the portal depths, their presence dimming stars, each appearance accompanied by the annihilation of several main battleships.

"Open fire! Activate the particle lance array, lock onto all sectors!"

On the flagship’s bridge, the commander’s orders were relayed throughout the fleet via quantum communication.

In an instant, the gun barrels of the Empire’s warships glowed with an eerie purple light, hundred-meter particle lances pierced the void, like spears cast by a god, detonating into dazzling energy ripples within the demon horde.

Low level Demons disintegrated upon contact, dissolving into particle streams, while Tier Six demons pierced by the lances let out shrill roars.