The concealment talisman was only effective against those below the seventh tier, but these terrifying beings were all eighth-tier powerhouses. If they focused their senses, they would undoubtedly detect his presence.
John could only hope that they would be careless enough to overlook him.
“Dark Blood Bat, can you sense anything?” the three-headed black dragon asked, turning to the large humanoid, dark red bat beside him.
“Let me try.” The Dark Blood Bat stepped forward, slightly parting its lips to reveal several sharp fangs.
Buzz!
The air trembled as an invisible sound wave pulsed outward, spreading in all directions.
John immediately felt a sense of dread. This humanoid bat had a powerful echolocation ability.
“There!” The Dark Blood Bat instantly pinpointed John’s location, pointing directly at the bush where he was hiding.
Cursing under his breath, John shot out of his hiding spot, activating Sword Flight and fleeing as quickly as he could.
“Human!” Sara recognized John, her eyes filled with cold malice. The horn on her forehead crackled with purple electricity, and a bolt of lightning shot down toward him.
Boom!
As expected, John was instantly killed again.
Fortunately, the Resurrection skill of his artifact, The Blessed Ring, had cooled down, allowing him to revive on the spot.
“Be careful! The unicorn’s lightning contains soul attacks!” The Undead Lord’s voice echoed in his mind.
John didn’t need the warning; he could feel it himself. He quickly summoned a Water Mist Clone to distract the powerhouses and bolted away at full speed.
Boom!
A thunderous explosion erupted behind him as his Water Mist Clone was obliterated.
In a flash, Sara appeared in front of John, her speed astonishing.
“Die, human!” she shouted, unleashing another terrifying lightning strike aimed directly at him.
“Sara, have you lost your mind?” Bonnie suddenly appeared between John and Sara, blocking the attack.
“You’d better stay out of this, or I’ll kill you too!” Sara’s voice was icy, and her murderous intent was palpable.
Bonnie frowned, her expression furious. “Let’s see if you’re capable of that!”
The two women clashed instantly, dark energy surging as they fought. Both were eighth-tier legendary powerhouses.
But after her encounter with John, Sara’s power had significantly increased, giving her the upper hand over Bonnie.
Before John could make his escape, the other powerhouses surrounded him.
“Are you sure it’s him?” the three-headed black dragon glanced at John, then looked at the Dark Blood Bat with a puzzled expression.
How could a mere fourth-tier human possibly have comprehended the Dark Element Laws? The Dark Blood Bat stared intently at John and nodded firmly. “Yes, I’m certain. I can still sense the lingering dark law fluctuations on him.”
“In that case, this one’s mine,” growled the Nether Panther from nearby, launching an attack on John.
The Nether Panther was also an eighth-tier legendary powerhouse, far beyond John’s ability to contend with.
Crack!
Just as John was about to flee, a bolt of lightning struck down, hitting the Nether Panther.
It was Sara.
The Nether Panther recoiled, its body scorched and emitting a burnt odor. “Sara, how dare you attack me?” it snarled in anger.
“This human is mine. No one else is allowed to touch him!” Sara’s voice was icy as she abandoned her fight with Bonnie and lunged at the Nether Panther.
The Panther, weaker than even Bonnie, was quickly overpowered by Sara, unable to mount any effective defense.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, dark energy surged, and a shadowy figure descended from the sky-it was the formidable Behemoth, who also launched an attack on John.
“Behemoth, how dare you!” Bonnie cursed, stepping in front of John without hesitation.
Boom!
The terrifying force of dark energy erupted, sending both John and Bonnie flying.
This Behemoth was even more powerful than Sara.
“Kid, run now!” Bonnie glanced back at John before charging at Behemoth again.
“Be careful, senior!” John called out, feeling a surge of gratitude.
He could tell that Bonnie genuinely wanted to save him, perhaps for the sake of the dark elf
clan.
Without dwelling on it, John turned and ran.
Two shadows flickered, blocking his path from both sides.
It was the Dark Blood Bat and the three-headed black dragon.
“Damn it!” John cursed, his heart sinking into despair. He couldn’t handle even one eighth- tier legendary powerhouse, let alone two.
Crack! Crack!
Just then, two bolts of lightning struck down-it was Sara again.
She had already defeated the Nether Panther and now stood, her body crackling with purple electricity and immense dark power, glaring coldly at the three-headed black dragon and the Dark Blood Bat. “I told you, no one touches him but me!”
Gulp!
John swallowed hard, not daring to let his guard down. He could feel the intense hatred Sara
had for him.
If he fell into her hands, he knew he would wish for death.
“Let’s deal with this woman first,” the three-headed black dragon and the Dark Blood Bat exchanged glances before launching an attack on Sara.
Though her strength had increased, she was still no match for two eighth-tier legendary powerhouses attacking her simultaneously.
John let out a long sigh of relief but didn’t dare linger for even a moment. He quickly turned to
flee.
“Not so fast, kid,” a mocking voice rang out as the Nether Panther blocked his path, a playful smirk on its face.
Although the Nether Panther was injured by Sara, dealing with John was still a simple task.
John’s expression grew serious as he glanced toward the battlefield.
Sara was entangled with the three-headed black dragon and the Dark Blood Bat, while Bonnie was struggling against Behemoth’s relentless attacks, barely holding her own.
The Nether Panther’s voice echoed with smugness, “Give it up, kid. No one’s coming to save
you!”
In a flash, the Nether Panther appeared right in front of John, moving with lightning speed. “Get lost!” John cursed, activating his Assassin skill, Void Dance, slipping into the void to evade the Nether Panther’s attack. Simultaneously, several cold gleams flashed, targeting the
Panther.
Splat!
Blood splattered as dark damage numbers flashed above the Panther.
-4,983 -4,873
…
John’s attacks couldn’t penetrate the Panther’s defenses; they only inflicted true damage.
Ten strikes resulted in just over 40,000 damage, barely a scratch on the Panther’s massive 15 million health points.
“True damage!” The Nether Panther stared at John in disbelief. “Not only have you mastered the Dark Element Laws, but you’ve also grasped the Physical Damage Laws! How is this
possible?”
Fixing his gaze on John, the Panther’s expression turned to one of ecstasy. “Kid, you’re full of surprises, but all these powers of the laws will soon be mine!”
Buzz!
A cold gleam flickered as the Nether Panther’s claws, sharp as daggers, pierced directly
through John’s heart.
[You have been killed by the eighth-tier legendary Nether Panther. Lifesaver talent triggered, life-sharing triggered.]
The notification flashed. John was left with just 1 point of health, but thanks to life-sharing,
his health quickly began to recover.
John breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that the Nether Panther didn’t possess any soul-based
attacks.
“Still alive?” The Nether Panther frowned, then launched another attack.
John had no way to defend himself.
Boom!
[You have been instantly killed by the eighth-tier legendary Nether Panther. Undying and
Immortal talent activated…]
“Still not dead?” The Nether Panther’s frown deepened, puzzled by John’s seemingly endless
survival mechanisms.
Taking advantage of the Panther’s momentary confusion, John quickly retreated, gripping the Sword of Divinity and Demons with both hands as a terrifying aura began to emanate from
him.
Whoosh…
A fierce wind swept through the area, causing John’s clothes to flutter as he raised the Sword
of Divinity and Demons high above his head. The terrifying aura continued to grow.
The nearby combatants paused, shocked, and stared at John.
“An ultimate skill? How is that possible?” The powerful Behemoth exclaimed, swallowing
hard in disbelief.
“Wrath of the Gods!” John roared, slashing the longsword down with all his might. A massive sword beam formed, radiating an unstoppable force as it cleaved toward the Nether Panther. The Nether Panther’s expression turned to one of terror. With no time to dodge, it braced
itself for the impact.
Boom!
A thunderous explosion shook the ground, creating a massive chasm.
-311,290
-183,000
Two damage numbers flashed above the Panther. Despite unleashing the ultimate skill Wrath
of the Gods, John’s base attributes were still too low, resulting in only around 300,000 damage and 180,000 true damage.
The Nether Panther tumbled into the chasm, battered and bruised, but instead of despair, a look of ecstatic relief spread across its face. “I survived! Haha, I actually survived!”
“An artifact!” Behemoth shouted, eyes gleaming as he fixated on the Sword of Divinity and
Demons in John’s hands.
The other powerhouses couldn’t help but swallow nervously, and almost simultaneously,
they all charged at John.
Bonnie and Sara hesitated only for a moment before stepping in to block the others.
The two women managed to hold off the three-headed black dragon, the Dark Blood Bat, and
the Nether Panther, but Behemoth, being incredibly powerful, broke through their defenses
and rushed straight at John.
“Die, kid!” Behemoth bellowed, as a massive hand covered in swirling purple mist descended from the sky, blotting out the sun as it came crashing down on John.
“Soul attack!” John’s expression changed as he sensed that the strange purple mist was a
soul-based assault.
It’s over!
Despair filled his heart. This time, it seemed like he was truly going to die here.
Buzz!
But then, a strange humming sound echoed, and Behemoth’s massive hand didn’t strike down
as expected. Instead, it stopped mid-air, suspended as if held back by some invisible force.
John looked up in confusion and saw a shimmering water barrier above him, silently blocking
what would have been a fatal blow.
“What is this?” he wondered, bewildered.
“Spare me…” Behemoth’s expression was now one of sheer terror, his body trembling slightly as he remained frozen in his attack stance, staring upward.
The other eighth-tier powerhouses also halted their attacks, gazing skyward with looks of
reverence.
In the sky, at some point, two elderly men had appeared, standing effortlessly in mid-air. “Ninth-tier powerhouses!” John gasped. Flying without any external aid—this was the hallmark of a ninth-tier expert.
Buzz!
Suddenly, an ice blade materialized out of thin air, slicing through the air with a sharp
whistle. Its target wasn’t John, but Behemoth.
Splat!
Blood splattered as a massive arm was severed, flying through the air. Behemoth’s face
turned pale as he struggled to contain the pain, clutching the wound on his arm. He collapsed
to his knees with a thud, murmuring, “Thank you, my lord, for sparing my life.”
The two elders ignored Behemoth entirely as they descended from the sky, their eyes fixed on
John.
Gulp! John couldn’t help but swallow nervously, his heart racing. He had no idea what these
two intended to do.
“Is it him?” one of the elders asked, his tone curious.
The other nodded, his expression filled with a sense of nostalgia. “Who would’ve thought
that thousands of years have passed outside.”
The
first elder frowned, his skepticism evident. “Ben, are you sure you’re not mistaken? This
guy is just a human.”