MIGHT AS WELL BE OP - Chapter 481

Chapter 481: A voice
Anthony could sense the insidious influence of the chaos energy permeating the battlefield, corrupting soldiers from within.

It forced them to expend ever greater reserves of mana and Spiritual Energy just to resist its corruptive grasp.

Many had already fallen victim to this silent enemy, succumbing when their mana potions ran dry or their internal reserves were exhausted in the heat of battle.

“Let me handle that first”

Anthony murmured, sidestepping a lethal strike with effortless grace. His katana flashed, extinguishing the demon’s life before it even registered the threat.

The earth beneath his feet fractured violently as he propelled himself skyward with immense force.

Suspended in midair, his gaze locked onto the swirling chaos energy below. His mana core quivered faintly, a testament to the staggering volume of mana he now commanded and controlled with nremarkable ease.

[Light Magic: Dark Purification]

For a fleeting moment, the heavens seemed to glow with a radiant golden hue, before the entire battlefield was bathed in purifying light.

Chaos energy, dark poisons, corruption, and illusions, all were cleansed under its divine glow.

Anything tethered to chaos was instantly purified by Anthony’s magic.

Demons and abominations shrieked in agony as the light seared through them, yet many fought back fiercely, channeling their chaos energy in desperate attempts to extinguish the radiant purge.

Anthony’s lips curled into a satisfied smile as he surveyed the devastation wrought by his hand.

“Seriously, just how much mana does this human possess?”

A demon demanded, disbelief thick in his voice.

This was far from the first time Anthony had unleashed such overwhelming mana and control; his mastery of the Light Magic had first been revealed after his battle against the Hyperion demon.

Before the demon’s question could be answered, a soldier seized the moment, driving his blade through the creature’s midsection and cleaving it cleanly in two.

“Maybe he’s wielding some kind of artifact”

The soldier who had slain the demon speculated.

“What kind of artifact holds that much mana, though, besides, he’s just a lieutenant. Not nearly enough rank or points to afford something like that”

Another soldier countered, parrying a strike mid-fight.

As Anthony’s gaze remained fixed downward, a massive broadsword suddenly surged toward his neck like a deadly homing missile.

Onlookers held their breath, witnessing Anthony stand motionless, seemingly caught off guard.

The blade sliced through the air, and through where his neck had been, with swift, surgical precision.

Yet neither blood nor a severed head soared skyward. Anthony had merely phased through the strike, untouchable and unfazed.

Anthony’s response was instantaneous.

His hand darted to the katana at his waist, and in a seamless motion, he swung the blade backward with lethal intent.

But the demon had already vanished, Anthony’s katana met nothing but an empty space.

“Seriously, I’m getting tired of repeating myself, sneak attacks don’t work on me. How many times do I have to say it?”

Anthony said coolly, descending toward his opponent.

It was Azrakar, the demon locked in combat with one of the Grand Marshals.

“Hoo… it’s rare to see a demon with spatial affinity”

Anthony remarked with an indifferent gaze, though his mind remained razor-sharp beneath the calm exterior.

Anthony had witnessed Azrakar face off against the Grand Marshals, beings who ranked above even the Exarch tier.

He knew all too well that he couldn’t have defeated the Hyperion demon without using abilities like Quantum Manipulation.

Now, a demon above the Exarch rank with spatial affinity stood before him, clearly intent on ending his life.

Azrakar wasted no words; he regarded Anthony as beneath him, unworthy of any exchange.

Azrakar’s figure blurred, and in the blink of an eye, his sword lunged toward Anthony’s ribs with lethal speed.

But Anthony remained motionless. With effortless precision, Infinity intercepted the broadsword, halting it midair as if it were weightless.

Azrakar’s eyes narrowed, he had never encountered such application over spatial manipulation before.

Before Azrakar could react, Anthony activated Absolute Stasis, freezing him in place. With an indifferent gaze, blue flames ignited, engulfing the demon in searing fire.

There was no need for a drawn-out duel, better to end it swiftly and move on.

Anthony’s body twisted, ready to dive back into the fray.

Then, something shifted beneath them.

A tremor rippled through the earth, no, it was far more than that.

Every battle came to an abrupt halt as the earth beneath their feet began to fracture and collapse.

In an instant, all beings, demons, abominations, humans, and dragons alike, instant shot skyward.

Those abominations incapable of flight were mercilessly swallowed by the yawning chasms.

Trees were consumed by the earth as if devoured whole; mountains and hills crumbled and sank in their wake.

This was no ordinary tremor, it extended far beyond the military base, reaching beyond the limits of anyone’s perception.

Then, abruptly, every gaze snapped upward, a ripple of shock passing through their eyes and bodies.

A cold shiver ran down every spine.

The sky itself was collapsing, crumbling and folding inward like a fragile shell.

No one needed to guess. Every soul present reached the same terrifying realization:

The world was collapsing.

The demons and abominations wasted no time, their forms streaked through the sky, racing toward the portals that had first brought them to this planet.

But it was futile, the portals erupted in a cataclysmic explosion, unleashing a world-ending force that obliterated everything in its vicinity.

Frowns deepened as minds raced, desperately seeking escape from the collapsing world.

But where could they flee? Beings of their caliber lacked the power, or the artifacts, to teleport across planets.

Hope dwindled as the harsh truth settled in: there was nowhere left to run.

The demons locked in battle with the Grand Marshals and the Primarch of Reality hastily summoned artifacts to escape the dying planet.

But their efforts were in vain, Xezural had anticipated this. Space itself had been sealed off, every form of energy would be consumed and devoured by him to fuel his reincarnation.

Even the demonic vitality and chaos energy, though unnecessary won’t be spared.

The Primarch of Reality surged back toward the military base. With the planet fracturing, they had to stand with their soldiers.

Fighting ceased entirely.

Resistance was pointless, their enemies would perish along with the crumbling world.

Upon arrival, the demons gathered on one side, the Warlords and Grand Marshals on the other, with soldiers arrayed silently behind them, all hovering in the air.

There was no need for words. No discussions, no speeches.

They understood their fate too well. Escape was impossible.

None possessed artifacts to flee, and even if they did, those would be useless now.

The soldiers could do nothing but watch as sky and space crumbled overhead, their lives flashing before their eyes. Yet, their resolve only hardened.

For the world.

For the military.

For their families.

As they braced to accept their fate as the destruction finally reached them, a voice thundered through the silence, resonating in every ear like a sudden storm:

MIRROR DIMENSION