John confirmed that the Azure Family had descended into the world of Gods. Could it be that, like the Angel Race, they connected through some special means? “John!” Hummer exclaimed, recognizing him. Anger surged through him as he coldly ordered, “Everyone, attack! Kill that guy to avenge the fallen Azure Family disciples!” In an instant, their firepower shifted, with spells and arrows raining down upon him. John scoffed, standing his ground and refusing to evade the onslaught.
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A series of damage numbers flashed; their attacks couldn’t even breach his physical and magical defenses, merely deducting 1 health point each.
Only the tier-seven and above Dark Humans managed to inflict some decent damage.
“How is this possible?” Hummer was shocked. They had refined The Immortals’ treasures, boosting their core attributes by ten thousand points, far surpassing ordinary players, yet they couldn’t penetrate John’s defenses.
“Hmph, this is where you all meet your end!” John sneered, directly unleashing Soul Impact, targeting Hummer first.
Buzz!
A resonating hum echoed, and deep within his mind came a thunderous roar. He suffered a soul backlash, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth.
“What a powerful soul!” he thought, his face pale and heavily injured.
Much like John and the others when they had killed several powerful angels, he sensed an otherworldly force within the Azure Family disciples.
However, the soul power within the Azure Family disciples was even more formidable; the backlash nearly left him incapacitated.
They were backed by an existence more powerful than the God of Light.
John thought of the gods.
Hummer’s expression was grim, his mind swirling with dizziness. But he quickly regained his composure and coldly declared, “John, you will pay for your arrogance! Attack! He’s just one person; no matter how strong he is, he can’t take us all on!”
His furious shout rallied the Dark Humans, who launched an even fiercer assault.
Clearly, they had never witnessed John’s true horror.
“Master, do you need me to step in?” Elsa asked as she approached John.
To her, their strongest members were nothing more than tier-nine legendary warriors, hardly worth her interest.
“No need,” John replied firmly, his immense sword intent swirling around him.
He unleashed the Infinite Sword Array.
Buzz!
The air resonated with the sound of swords, and countless blades rained down, enveloping the army below.
Pfft…
Blood sprayed as terrifying damage numbers flashed; entire sections of the army collapsed. The Azure Family members fared no better; being struck by the blades meant certain death. Unable to use soul attacks to completely obliterate them, he could only inflict losses on their levels.
Only the tier-seven and above Dark Humans could barely withstand John’s assault.
[You killed a 500-level Dark Human, gaining 177,000 experience points]
[Plunder talent activated, skill point +1]
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Notification messages kept flashing as John plundered numerous attribute points, the spoils of battle littering the ground below.
On the city wall, Malina watched the scene unfold with delight, reminiscent of the previous defense battle.
Now, as a team with John, her experience was rapidly increasing.
Malina even wished for a few more waves of enemies; at this rate, she would soon break through to tier seven.
Roar…
Roars echoed through the mountains and forests, as large groups of foes emerged. Beasts, Orcs, Barbarians, Giants, demon races, and a dozen other species-all were armies composed of tier-five and above warriors, numbering in the hundreds of thousands!
These creatures were also drawn by the system announcement, hoping to seize the treasures she had obtained.
“Godslayer, can you handle this?” she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of worry.
“Don’t worry. These trash pose no threat to the Master,” Elsa scoffed from beside her, still uninterested in taking action.
It dawned on Malina that the angel before her was a demigod; dealing with these foes would be a walk in the park.
Feeling reassured, she directed the players on the city wall to fight. With John standing in front, she couldn’t miss the chance to pick up spoils.
“Kill them! Leave not a single one alive!” came the rallying cries from behind.
The combined armies of various races charged straight at the Dark Humans.
With the gods backing the Dark Humans, they had long oppressed and persecuted others.
The animosity these groups felt toward the Dark Humans far exceeded that of humans. Caught in a pincer attack, the Dark Humans quickly suffered heavy casualties.
They were already no match for John; the sudden appearance of new enemies threw them into complete disarray.
“Damn it! Fall back!” the leading Dark Human cursed, gritting his teeth as he led the
remaining forces in an attempt to break through.
But John wasn’t about to let them escape. Dark Descent unleashed, with countless spells howling and wreaking havoc.
In no time, the Dark Human army was decimated.
As for the Azure Family disciples, they had been completely wiped out under John’s first
round of Infinite Sword Array.
Unfortunately, he hadn’t managed to erase them completely.
Warriors from various races, including Beast Clan, demon race, and Orcs, gathered at the foot
of the city but hesitated to attack.
Among the demon race, a ninth-tier Demon King stepped forward, looking at John and proclaiming loudly, “Human, I know who you are. The demon race does not wish to be your enemy. Hand over the human treasures, and we will withdraw immediately.”
John sneered, dismissing the idea. “Oh? So the demon race is interested in human treasures
too?”
“It’s unavoidable. The treasures of the demon race are too scarce, so I can only refine treasures from other races,” he replied, clearly frustrated. With the Divine Path opening, many ninth-tier warriors had emerged, but the number of treasures available was too low, forcing them to resort to those from other races to enhance their strength.
John refused to part with his treasures. “But I only have one set of treasures. If I give it to you, what will the other races do?”
Upon hearing his words, the various armies became vigilant, their eyes narrowing as they sized each other up, tension thick in the air, ready to strike at any moment. “Everyone be quiet; don’t waste time talking to him. Kill him, seize the treasures, and we can sort it out afterward!” a ninth-tier warrior from the Orcs declared, fixing his gaze on John.
“Agreed!” Several other warriors from different races echoed their support.
“Sorry, but we, the Beast Clan, won’t get involved in this matter.” From the Beast Clan ranks, a ninth-tier Three-Eyed Serpent emerged, looking at John with a calm demeanor. “Godslayer, you have done us a favor. This time, let it be our way of repaying that favor. We withdraw.” With that order, he led the Beast Clan’s tens of thousands of troops in retreat.
“Such a pity,” John couldn’t help but lament; killing these enemies would have granted him substantial experience points.
However, with Tony and Ben, the two Beast Clan elders, already allied with him, he felt he should give them face.
As the Beast Clan withdrew, the warriors from various races did not intervene.
From their perspective, the absence of the Beast Clan made little difference; in fact, it reduced
competition.
John turned his attention to the Demon King, saying, “Aren’t you guys leaving? If I remember correctly, Michelle instructed you not to act against me.”
“Hmph, Lady Michelle isn’t here,” the Demon King retorted dismissively, coldly ordering,
“Attack! Leave none alive!”
Dark magic surged as the demon race army launched their assault.
And quickly followed by warriors from other races.
“Seeking death!” John scoffed, summoning the powers of light and darkness. He unleashed
his strongest attack.
Boom! Boom!
The ground shook as terrifying energy clashed; he single-handedly held back the combined
forces of hundreds of thousands.
The Demon King, witnessing this, was not surprised. “Human, I knew you were powerful. If we weren’t confident, would we dare to engage you? Form the formation!”
With a fierce shout, several ninth-tier legendary warriors quickly retreated to key positions, conjuring Spirit Stones in their hands. A potent energy surged as they attempted to seal off the
area.
“Wait, they’re setting up a sealing formation!” On the city wall, Elsa noticed their actions, her expression changing. She urgently warned, “Master, kill those ninth-tier warriors! They’re
trying to set up a sealing formation!”
A sealing formation?
John was puzzled, but he guessed that this was a formation with the same effect as the Sealing
Demon Pill.
Without Elsa’s reminder, he stared at the Spirit Stone in the hands of a few people.
“Die!” John shouted coldly as the Three-Foot Black Dragon Sword flew out, splitting into
three as he activated Sword Mastery, targeting the Demon King.
“Demon Armor!” the Demon King bellowed, his black armor materializing to effortlessly
block John’s Sword Mastery attack.
“Hmm? Do you possess a demon race artifact?” John asked, surprised. It was clear the Demon King had refined a demon artifact, but he only had a single piece-the Demon Armor. “Fool, you will die! The formation is complete!” the Demon King roared, as a beam of light erupted from the Spirit Stone in his hand, synchronizing with the others to seal off the area. John felt a strange force enveloping him, suppressing his spiritual power and mana, preventing him from casting spells.
It was indeed similar to the effects of a Mana-Suppressing Potion or an anti-magic charm.
If there had been a demigod present, he might have been concerned, but these ninth-tier warriors stood no chance against him with such tactics.
“My magical attacks are not my only strength; my physical attacks are terrifying as well.”
“No need for you to intervene; I can handle this,” he told Elsa, blocking her from stepping in. Gripping the Sword of Divinity and Demons, he charged at the Demon King. “Hmph, you overestimate yourself!” the Demon King scoffed, confident even within the formation, despite his own magic being sealed. He believed his power surpassed that of the
Godslayer.
Boom!
With a single swing, John sent the Demon King flying, blood spewing from his mouth as he
stared in shock. “Y-Your strength… why is it so immense?”
“Foolishness!” John replied coldly. “You had a chance to live, but that opportunity is gone
now!”
He lunged at the Demon King once more.
“This human is a bit strange; let’s all attack together!” the Demon King commanded,
glancing at the seven ninth-tier warriors beside him.
The group exchanged looks and charged at John simultaneously, their attacks purely a test of
strength.
Among them, a ninth-tier giant exerted significant pressure on John, his power far exceeding that of the others.
However, John remained unfazed.
“Damn it, everyone use ranged magical attacks!” one of the warriors shouted in alarm,
realizing the escalating danger. The Orc warrior quickly ordered the forces outside the formation to unleash their spells and arrows.
Although this could potentially injure their own men, the urgency to eliminate John outweighed their concerns.
