"Go forth! Tear it apart, crush everything in your path!"
Sterl's face twisted into a determined scowl as he issued the command.
In an instant, nearly 30 million restless soul puppets burst forth from the Purgatory Space, charging ferociously toward the slime barrier constructed by the broodmother.
The sheer number of soul puppets darkened the skies, covering an area of over a hundred miles. The overwhelming energy of their onslaught caused the atmosphere itself to turn cold and oppressive.
Though Boris and the others could not perceive the soul-level spectacle taking place, they felt an eerie chill seep deep into their hearts, as if it had gripped their very souls. A shiver ran through them, leaving them visibly unsettled.
The tens of millions of soul puppets, like an unstoppable flood of spectral force, surged forward and crashed violently into the slime barrier.
