'So that's how it is.'
Raylo understood in an instant.
This Demon Serpent head wasn't the work of Blood River alone; it was a War Weapon created by concentrating the vital energies of tens of thousands of Snake-man Warriors.
It was powerful, but not invincible.
Its foundation was the tens of thousands of Snake-men below who were performing the ritual!
As long as the ritual was interrupted, the head would collapse on its own!
In a flash, Raylo made his decision.
He issued an order to his Personal Guard.
"Order Ed—full-scale attack! Target: the Snake-man Legion!"
At the same time, he flipped his right hand, and an ancient, desolate-looking horn appeared within it.
The Horn was pale white, inscribed with complex and profound star patterns.
Raylo brought the Soul Horn to his lips, channeled his Magic Power, and blew.
OOOOM!
A desolate note echoed out, as if from the primordial sea of stars.
