This was a battle of life and death, and there was nothing that could not be done. The Source of Suffering, which was as huge as a floating hill, exuded a terrifying wailing aura while chasing after Sal.
At this moment, all the powerhouses felt that the laws were deviating. The world that he was familiar with in the past was leaving him in fear, and an extremely terrifying power of resentment was descending. It was as if a demon king had descended into the world, an irresistible power was dominating everything and taking over the surrounding space.
Something touched Imriel's foot, and she subconsciously lowered her head and found that there were many strange insects crawling out from the cracks of the stone steps of the shrine. They had all mutated after receiving the evil energy and filthy power of the Black Shrine, but now they were fleeing in all directions like crazy.
Their survival instincts were driving them away from the Source of Suffering.
Many ghosts that could not be detected by the naked eye began to drift over from all directions. They also wailed and sobbed, and then rushed toward Sal and the others like moths to a flame.
If Sal was still a pure warrior, he probably would not even be able to sense these ghosts.
But ever since Sal went to Nagrand and obtained the legacy of the shaman, even though he was not proficient in the path of the shaman, he was no longer a warrior who only knew how to be reckless.
After falling to the ground, Sal quickly got up.
"Haa —" A strong electric current circled around his body. The strong electric current produced a subtle magnetic field, causing the pebbles on the steps to spin strangely on the ground. Some of the tiny gravel even floated up and circled around him.
He swung the [Hammer of Destruction], and a thick electric snake slithered out, and the power of thunder blasted out. Accompanied by the sound of thunder, the ghosts around him were swept away.
Sal could deal with the ghosts, but he could not deal with the terrible power of the Source of Suffering.
This was no longer an ordinary concept of power.
This ability to forcibly change the characteristics of the surrounding space was already within the scope of the domain.
"Be careful! Its strength is no less than a demigod! "After Wo Jin shouted, he was unluckily hit by the Source of Suffering's [Soul Siphon].
Although the power of the soul was no longer as unfamiliar as it was decades ago, the existence of the power of the soul was always difficult to deal with.
That kind of soul absorption was even more painful than letting the body bleed. In addition to the pain of being tormented in a sea of flames and blades, he felt more exhaustion and weakness in all aspects.
Willen made his move. He immediately removed the [Soul Siphon] on Wo Jin. Golden holy light enveloped Wo Jin's body, making Wo Jin's complexion a lot better.
"Mal 'erad, attack! Imriel, assist and bless them with protection if necessary! "
The burly Draenei Garrison Guard charged forward in a S-shaped stride. According to Duque's strategy, the Soul Box didn't only have long-range attacks. In close combat, there had to be someone to tank the attacks. Otherwise, if they couldn't vent their anger, they would find trouble with other close combat players.
Imriel wielded his weapon as well, but his eyes were constantly scanning his teammates around him so that he could provide support if necessary. At the same time, she also took the time to cast [King's Blessing] on the powerful warriors of her tribe, although she seemed reluctant …
The van Cleef father and daughter had already appeared near the Chest of Souls like phantoms the moment Marad was on top of them. They measured the distance between them and slashed at the Chest of Souls as far as their daggers could reach.
The daggers that had been blessed by the Holy Light looked full of golden light. It was a beautiful sight.
Lilas also followed the strategy in the strategy. She locked onto the Soul Box from afar and unleashed a rain of arrows.
Sal had a slight headache. He had to make a decision.
When Duque and William were not present, he was the supreme commander of the allied forces.
Now, the team had to face two enemy leaders at the same time.
Normally, it would be better to get rid of the theoretically weaker Gurtuge Bloodbath first. He really didn't want to believe in Duque's "strategy" every time. A wise leader shouldn't always believe that the spy's intelligence was 100% accurate.
But Duque's intelligence was too accurate!
Even the leader of the Draenei, Willen, didn't know what form and special abilities the Soul Box would have after being desecrated and corrupted, but Duque actually knew!
Sal had no choice but to believe it.
According to the strategy, the Soul Box would have its second and third forms, all of which had a wide range of domain power. In a situation where the Horde didn't have a real demigod to hold the fort, they had to focus all their firepower before the pressure of the Soul Box reached its limit.
"Sal! Leave that traitor to us! "Orgrim shouted.
A few burly but lifeless powerhouses gathered together. They were all chiefs who had died in the first and second battles of the Dark Portal.
To Sal, apart from Zuluhid, the others were all unfamiliar to him. They were the kind of people he could only call out by name.
Kargath had defected after passing through the Dark Portal, so had Kilrogg. There was also Harkan Cranesplitter.
Some chiefs had chosen to join the more powerful Burning Legion after resurrecting, while others still used their own methods to uphold the oath they had made when they were alive.
Against Gurtuge, who had the special ability to make blood boil, sending the Forsaken who had long lost their lives was the best way to deal with him. The only thing that could cause devastating damage to these dead people was damage to the soul. It was obvious that Gurtuge didn't have such an ability.
In theory, it was a good idea.
Sal felt his heart palpitate for no apparent reason.
He didn't know why, but he felt a little flustered and absent-minded.
Unfortunately, there was no time for Sal to hesitate!
"I'll leave it to you guys! The rest of you, follow me to deal with the Soul Box! "
A leader's duty included making decisions in times of crisis.
In order to concentrate their firepower, a total of five Forsaken Warriors and Death Knights who did not receive any support charged at Gurtug.
On the other side, even Anastrian, a powerhouse of the Forsaken, was drawn back to deal with the Soul Box.
Fireballs as hot as the rising sun shot out from the Sun King's hands. Along with the flickering light, the fireballs that were as large as houses pierced through the darkness of the Black Temple and shot towards the Soul Box.
Any souls that were touched by these highly concentrated fire elemental fireballs would explode like smashed watermelons, dissipating into the void.
Everyone was focusing their firepower on the first form of the Soul Box, the Source of Suffering.
From the looks of it, this aggregation of souls had weakened greatly, like a candle in the wind.
At this moment, a cold and arrogant voice sounded out of nowhere.
"Yo, looks like you guys are having a good time when I'm not at home!"
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