bookpower Chapter 204: Chapter 204: Gathering of the Powerful, Proving Strength
Chapter 204: Chapter 204: Gathering of the Powerful, Proving Strength
Chapter 204: Chapter 204: Gathering of the Powerful, Proving Strength
The group flew across mountains and valleys, their powerful aura as divine beings spreading throughout the air. Not a single beast dared to cause any trouble along their path.
Michelle kept a close eye on John, who was trailing behind. He deliberately increased his speed, but John followed at a steady pace, never falling behind.
It was clear he wasn't at his limit.
He could have gone even faster, but the nine demon race powerhouses accompanying him would struggle to keep up.
At this point, a few of those fellows were already panting heavily.
Yet John, riding his flying sword, remained relaxed and at ease.
"Hmph, let's see how long you can keep up that arrogance," Michelle thought with dissatisfaction, deciding not to push further.
As they advanced, the surrounding temperature continued to drop, and snowflakes began to swirl in the air.
In the distance, a massive snow-covered mountain came into view.
"Master, that's the place," Elsa whispered softly beside John.
John nodded, already sensing several powerful auras atop the mountain. One of them was no weaker than Michelle's, indicating the presence of another mid-tier god.
Whoosh...
A frigid wind cut like a blade. Following the demon race, John arrived at the peak of the snow mountain.
Many people had already gathered there, clustering according to their respective factions. John curiously scanned the crowd.
There were members from the Angel Race, Dark Humans, Orcs, Beast Clan, and Demon Race.
Additionally, new races had emerged since the opening of the Divine Path: Dragonkin, Giants, Barbarians, Evil Demons...
Among them were beings of divine rank, the weakest being demigods, while most were lower-tier gods.
Aside from Michelle, there was one more mid-tier god.
John turned his gaze toward the individual-someone with long, curly purple hair, standing at the forefront of the Angel Race and Dark Humans. The man's eyes were closed, appearing
to rest.
If John's guess was correct, this man was likely a god.
"Master, that is Mantra, a mid-tier god from the gods' faction," Elsa whispered an introduction.
John nodded, noticing that there were even humans standing behind Mantra.
"The Azure Family!" John's brows furrowed, killing intent flashing in his eyes. Behind Mantra, a group of ten humans from the Azure Family stood, led by none other than Hummer.
The Azure Family-just as had suspected, they had indeed aligned themselves with the gods!
Hummer also spotted John. With a cold look, he raised his hand and made a slashing motion across his throat.
"Hmph!" John snorted dismissively, ignoring him, and turned to survey the other powerful beings present.
"Tony?" He noticed Tony in the Beast Clan's camp and was about to greet him when Tony subtly shook his head.
Immediately, a voice echoed in his mind.
"Kid, didn't I ask Ben to warn you not to come?" It was Tony.
John shrugged helplessly. He couldn't use soul transmission-that was a technique reserved for demigods.
Tony said, "There's a soul contract. Just speak in your mind; I can hear you."
Understanding dawned on John, and he spoke in his mind, "With so many treasures, I don't want to miss out."
Tony replied, "You're courting death. Don't you know all these people are here because of you?"
John thought back, "Ben already told me. If things really go south, I'll have to trouble you, senior."
Tony sighed, "Just don't go overboard."
With a resigned sigh, Tony stopped paying attention to John.
At that moment, two more groups arrived.
One was a group of human cultivators from the Skyline Continent.
The other group's aura was equally formidable. Leading them was a lower-tier god, with ten others following closely behind. Their bodies were covered in dense scales, but it was unclear what race they belonged to.
"Master," Elsa leaned closer to John and whispered, "These beings are from the Sea Clan. They usually hide deep within the vast ocean and rarely make an appearance."
The Sea Clan?
John looked on curiously. Their group also had ten ninth-tier powerhouses, seemingly on par with the demon race and Beast Clan.
"That's Iron Mountain from the Orcs, isn't it? I heard he's been a demigod powerhouse for
hundreds of years."
"This human is doomed."
"Who can he blame but himself for overestimating his abilities?"
"This fight is meaningless. Let's get it over with quickly so we don't waste time exploring the
treasure grounds."
None of the powerhouses from the other factions believed John stood a chance.
Iron Mountain glanced at John with a chilling gaze and said coldly, "Kid, this is a fight to the
death. Do you dare?"
"That's exactly what I want!" John took a step back, and the Sword of Divinity and Demons materialized in his hand as a surge of magical power swirled around him.
Whoosh!
All the divine beings present simultaneously moved back, putting more distance between
themselves and the two combatants.
Among them, Mantra and Michelle retreated the furthest.
The ninth-tier powerhouses, on the other hand, gathered around curiously, observing the
battle from a safe distance.
John felt puzzled. Iron Mountain was merely a demigod. Could his battle energy really spread far enough to pose a threat to mid-tier gods?
"Something's off!" John suddenly looked up at the sky, recalling the green-robed woman.
These people must be wary of The Immortals. It seemed that The Immortals had appeared before and had probably issued an order forbidding them from attacking him directly.
He thought back to the divine war that had broken out when the Divine Path was first opened. Many powerful deities descended, and the result was Michelle of the demon race, along with a host of other gods, suffering serious injuries.
Now, it seemed highly likely that an Immortal had intervened in that battle.
"Kid, die!" Iron Mountain roared, swinging his massive battle axes. A gust of fierce wind
swept forth as he slashed towards John.
John didn't dare to face the attack head-on. Using his spatial displacement skill Flash, he
instantly reappeared a hundred meters away.
Immediately, he cast Dark Descent, and with a swift flick of his longsword, several beams of
light and dark magic shot down upon Iron Mountain.
Boom! Boom!
A spell combo was triggered as six powerful spells struck Iron Mountain.
John's magic attacks couldn't break through his opponent's magic resistance, but they still
inflicted close to ten million points of true damage.
He let out a sigh of relief. This guy was far weaker than Giant Spirit God. John could take him
down with ease.
"Light and darkness laws!" Iron Mountain was stunned but didn't seem overly concerned.
"Hmph, no wonder you're so arrogant. But that's all you've got! Whirlwind Slash!" He bellowed in fury, both axes spinning wildly. Hundreds of frigid, gleaming arcs shot out,
enveloping John.
Splat!
John was instantly killed, as expected. But the Blessed Ring triggered.
"Hmm, not dead?" Iron Mountain was taken aback.
In the next instant, more spells whistled through the air, crashing down once more.
Boom! Boom!
With a series of explosions, Iron Mountain lost another ten million points of health.
His total health was around three billion. As long as John landed another three hundred or so waves of attacks, he would be able to finish him off. Others might find that impossible, but John could do it.
"Damn it!" Iron Mountain was seething with rage. It was like being bitten by a tiny, insignificant ant—an insult of the highest order. He roared again and unleashed another frenzied assault on John.