Chapter 862 Z’s tiny Big Ball

Chapter 862 Z's tiny Big Ball

?862 Z's tiny Big Ball

The formation stood no chance against the mech assault and easily broke. Countless demons also suffered under the first assault, though they were already retaliating. The Marzu seemed to ignore such feeble attacks and directly ran into the army, much as they had done previously.

Z grinned as an idea struck him. Although the battalion really should have been saving its energy, Z had been feeling oppressed for too long. He could not help but want to unleash the attack he had been holding onto for so long.

The flames covering its body concentrated on to its left hand, while streaks of electricity began to dance around his right hand. The mech raised its hands above its head, allowing the flames and electricity to travel from its arms into the air. The two extremely volatile forms of energy seemed to combine effortlessly and began to gather into a massive ball.

"Z, I told you not to use this," Luthor said admonishingly from within the mech as he observed what was happening.

"Just a small one, I promise," Z said, his eyes gleaming with a frenzied energy. A layer of earth traveled over the mech's feet and across its body towards the growing ball of energy above its head. A number of other unique powers gathered and fed into the ball. It was tragic that Z could not feed the ball with his space abilities, but such was life.

Just as a small amount of each of the energies merged into the ball, Z stopped growing it. After all, if he made it too large, it would be a drain on the mechs own energy reserves.

"Big Ball of Ultimate Destruction!" he roared, although a number of the battalion members cringed, both at the action of announcing his attack and the name itself.

"Shall we move to the next monument?" he asked sheepishly.

Before Feyore could answer, the sound of shattering glass filled the air. Sensing extreme danger, the group looked over at the blue barrier and discovered a figure floating above the barrier, wearing a gray robe.

"That was quite impressive. The scale of that attack actually reached the Mid Nascent realm," the figure said. He waved his hand again, and the entire barrier shattered. Yet instead of a chaotic storm releasing once the stopper was removed, the scene seemed to be completely frozen.

"Your little performance actually forced me to move a little earlier than I planned," the man said. "Though that's not too bad. This is quite useful."

All the energy within the sealed zone seemed to gather into a tiny yellow flame, flickering on the tip of the robbed man.

All the Marzu as well as the mech looked at the robe figure solemnly. The aura that the figure radiated was actually less than that of the two devils they faced previously. But somehow, while being weaker, he seemed even more dangerous than the previous two devils combined together.

"Rejoice, for your souls are to be sacrificed in honor of a great deity!"

The figure crushed the flame within his fist, yet somehow lit up the entire sky as he did. A gold light painted the entire sky as divine energy filled the sky.

"What is happening?" asked one of the retreating Marzu as it panicked. The situation had changed so drastically, so quickly.

"It's a religious zealot!" Feyore answered with gritted teeth. "He... he's been using the souls of the demons we killed and preparing for a ritual. The previous attack must have disturbed him, forcing him out of his hole. We only have one chance to stop him. We have to..."

Before Feyore could finish her words, the robbed figure appeared in front of her and her body froze.