Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

The snow in Brilda began to fall more heavily.

Gradually dense, the fine snow drifted to the foot of the towering Ostro Highlands, embraced by vast, lush pine forests.

The terrain on the west side of the city was undulating, and there stood the grandiose, temple-like, beige building, which was the Imperial Military Staff and the Imperial Military Headquarters.

The core area at the deepest part of the building, the Divine Descendant Hall, resembled an underground theater, surrounded by twelve imposing archways. The dome was inlaid with a mural composed of thousands of glowing immortal crystals, shining brightly on the ink-colored marble floor below, as though it was the center of a galaxy.

However, today Brilda was in chaos, and the Divine Descendant Hall had become unusually deserted.

Just below the round table in the center lay the most mysterious restriction zone of the Divine Descendant Hall.

Deep within the earth's core, a black composite magic cube emitting an eerie red light was bound on a stone platform by layers of chains, surrounded by flashing Anti-Magic Steel Columns, sealing it securely.

The six sides of the magic cube were covered with ancient curse marks from the Seross Empire and the Elsayia Holy Domain, the chains entwining it creeping and coiling as if alive, exuding the aura of void creatures.

The door to the Phantom Realm was originally the ultimate spell used by ancient Sealers to seal the Immortal Blood Clan, recorded in the Holy Moon Goddess Temple, requiring the Wolf Sage's blessed item as a medium to cast without cost, otherwise, the caster would suffer deadly backlash, later made into equipment.

No one noticed the drastic changes occurring within this endless [Phantom Realm] space inside the magic cube's mirror surface—

In the exiled void world, all colors between heaven and earth were stripped away, leaving only endless gloom, a barren wasteland without a blade of grass, charred ruins and eerie remnants of void creatures.

The black desert occasionally trembled, piercing cold winds whistled past, lifting the dark sand from the ground, mixed with traces of a bloody scent.

A figure continued to fight in this desolate void.

He was clad in a black priest's robe, almost merging with the dim environment.

His face was full of vigilance, brown short hair fluttering in the wind, and his eyes showed no sign of surrender.

At this moment, black mist was rolling toward Loren from the horizon, black clouds pressing down, accompanied by ear-piercing rumblings, the entire heavens and earth vibrating violently.

This was no ordinary black mist, but an overwhelming army of void creatures.

Boom!!!

The ground before Loren suddenly shook intensely, gray-black dust exploded in the air, accompanied by erupting volcanic ash, a fissure snaked from the depths of the wilderness, twisting and winding, over a dozen meters wide.

Spider-like gigantic void creatures rushed out of the fissure, followed by a swarm of ugly and foul-smelling void beasts, resembling worms, strange beasts, ghouls, all exuding a sinister aura, appearing like Hell's detritus thrown into the human world.

Just when it was a matter of life and death—

A waterfall-like thunder punishment slashed abruptly through the previously lifeless void.

Loren brought his hands together, and violent air currents instantly gathered into a silver vortex in his palms.

As the vortex roared and exploded, the natural disaster transformed into a hurricane, sweeping fiercely toward the army of void creatures.

Natural disasters of ice, fire, light, darkness, wind, thunder, earth, water, and wood flashed in the hurricane, sharp as blades, slicing the void creatures into pieces, large serpents getting severed, black blood splattering.

"Here, I can use this kind of spell freely and become more proficient."

Loren thought silently, as he no longer felt any pressure amidst these beast tides.

The previously unstable spells he dared not use even for practice in the current world could now be cast freely without worrying about natural disasters or consequences.

Moreover, for some reason, Loren felt more relaxed since earlier.

These void creatures were like papier-mâché.

He didn't know if these void creatures had weakened or if he had gotten stronger.

He was supposed to have trouble advancing quickly anymore, as he'd already reached the eighth-order limit within this Phantom Realm.

The air currents swirling around him emanated a chilling electric light; the power of natural disasters roared and circled beside him.

Whenever he raised his hand, the disasters would gather and rush out with irresistible force, thundering in the air, none of the void creatures spared.

Wind Blades formed in Loren's hand, capable of shredding incoming void worms with a mere swing, while thunder descended from the heavens, turning void behemoths into charcoal amidst the rumbling, altering the landscape, cutting the earth into fragmented pieces, freezing all rivers, leveling everything in the hurricane's path.

This time, Loren finally looked up at the violet-red eye in the sky.

Even with the Divine Arts, Loren couldn't fully comprehend the foreign divine thoughts echoing in his ears and enveloping the world. Within the depths of the dark clouds, a curtain-like violet-red eye occasionally opened, its pupil flickering with odd light.

Loren was also aware of a few most powerful void beings within the Phantom Realm, immortal and indestructible in this space, seeming to be part of the space itself, so even he could hardly defeat them head-on and had to evade with utmost effort.

But at this rate, he might even be able to fight them.

The earth exploded once more, a several-kilometer-long fissure appeared before Loren, void creatures flooding out like a tide, fluttering, roaring, launching a new wave of assault on Loren.