The old man named Ben glared at the other elder and said, “No mistake. This kid killed the Beast Clan’s savior and inherited his bloodline. He also carries the fox demon curse.”
Hearing their conversation, John was certain that these two elders were powerful figures from the Beast Clan and, fortunately, seemed to harbor no hostility toward him.
One of them even emitted an aura that felt strangely familiar to him.
John bowed respectfully and looked at the elder who had spoken, saying, “Senior, may I ask what your relationship is with Lord Black Turtle?”
“You know that turtle brat?” The elder glanced at John, then seemed to realize something. “Of course, that guy is the guardian of the prophesied savior.”
John frowned slightly. Why was this elder using such crude language?
At that moment, the Undead Lord’s voice echoed in his mind: “Kid, he’s the Sacred Beast Tony of the Beast Clan.”
Tony?
John was taken aback. The four Sacred Beasts-Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Tony-were the top powerhouses of the Beast Clan. He hadn’t expected to encounter Tony here.
No wonder the elder referred to Black Turtle as his descendant.
“Eh?” Tony looked at John, frowning slightly. “Kid, I can sense a presence in your soul that doesn’t belong to you. Would you like me to remove it?”
“Old tortoise, you dare!” the Undead Lord cursed angrily, though Tony couldn’t hear him. In his prime, the Undead Lord had been on par with Tony in terms of power.
John was a bit surprised. He didn’t think Tony was joking, which showed just how powerful a ninth-tier powerhouse really was.
Hurriedly, he replied, “No need to trouble you, Senior. That guy may be annoying, but he means no harm.”
Over time, John had come to lose his animosity toward the Undead Lord.
“At least you’ve got some decency,” the Undead Lord muttered in his mind.
The other elder frowned, staring at John in surprise. “The Undead Lord?” he asked, astonished.
“What?” John was taken aback, staring at the elder in shock before realizing what this meant. “You… you can hear that guy?”
The Undead Lord’s voice had always come from within his own mind, and he assumed only he could hear it.
But this elder seemed to not only hear it but also recognize the Undead Lord.
“Hey, old man, I mean no harm,” the Undead Lord’s voice sounded again, this time addressing the elder directly.
“Hmph!” The elder snorted dismissively, ignoring the Undead Lord as he turned to John with a smile. “Allow me to introduce myself -Ben.”
“Ben?” John repeated, confused. He hadn’t heard the name before but still bowed in respect.
The Undead Lord then introduced, “Kid, the prophecy about the savior originated from him. This guy is even more terrifying than Tony.”
“Is that so?” John responded, curiously studying Ben. He had always been skeptical of prophecies, being someone who didn’t believe in fate, and the idea of a “savior” didn’t sit well with him.
The prodigy of the Fox Clan was supposed to be the prophesied savior, but instead of saving anyone, he brought disaster upon the Beast Clan.
“Boy, are you doubting me?” Ben seemed to sense John’s thoughts, a playful look in his eyes as he spoke. “My prophecies have never failed. How do you know that the savior in my prophecy isn’t you? Reincarnator.”
“What?” John was shaken to his core, stepping back in shock as he warily eyed the old man.
Rebirth was his deepest secret, one he had never revealed to anyone-and he doubted anyone would believe him even if he did. Yet, this old man seemed to know something.
“Kid, this old man has telepathic abilities!” the Undead Lord quickly warned.
John quickly composed himself, his expression returning to normal. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said.
“Neither do I,” Ben replied with a calm smile, not pressing the matter.
However, the knowing look in his eyes made John uncomfortable.
As if he had no secrets in front of this man.
At that moment, Tony interrupted their exchange, saying, “Enough small talk. Let’s get this kid out of here.”
John was momentarily stunned and looked at Tony in surprise. “Senior, you can help me leave?”
Tony nodded. “You’ve mastered the Dark Laws. With our help, you can break through this space.”
“Thank you, Senior!” John said, his voice filled with gratitude.
He had been stuck here for ten days, worried that something might go wrong in the outside world.
Tony continued, “Brace yourself. You’ll need to endure our power. Fortunately, you have a strong physique.”
With that, Tony and Ben moved behind John, placing their hands on his back.
“Remember, use the Dark Laws to tear open the void,” Tony advised, and then both he and Ben began channeling their immense power into John.
Boom!
John’s body shook violently as two overwhelming forces surged into him like a tidal wave. “Cough!” He couldn’t help but cough up blood, feeling as if his body was on the verge of
exploding from the sheer power.
“Hurry, release it!” Tony urged.
Understanding immediately, John gripped the Sword of Divinity and Demons tightly as the
power of the Dark Laws coiled around the blade.
“Slash!” he roared, unleashing the terrifying energy. A powerful sword beam shot out, violently tearing through the fabric of space, creating a rift.
The other powerhouses nearby watched the space rift with envy and longing but didn’t dare to
make a move.
Restrained not just by the rift but by the presence of the two ninth-tier powerhouses.
Tony, seeing the rift, breathed a sigh of relief, a smile forming on his face. “Kid, it’s time to
go.”
John nodded, hovering in the air on his flying sword. Curious, he looked at Tony and Ben, who hadn’t moved, and asked, “Aren’t you two coming with me?”
Ben glanced at the spatial rift and explained, “We can’t leave. The passage is filled with powerful dark magic attacks. Only those who have mastered the Dark Laws, and are thus immune to dark magic, can pass through.”
John was astonished and looked up at the rift above him, realizing that even ninth-tier powerhouses couldn’t pass through it.
Fortunately, he had mastered the Dark Element Laws, granting him immunity to dark magic,
so he didn’t need to worry.
He turned to the two elders and promised, “Don’t worry, I’ll find a way to get you both out of
here.”
Tony smiled warmly, “I believe you.”
Ben simply nodded without saying much.
John then looked over at the other powerhouses and addressed Bonnie, “Lady Bonnie, there’s
been some misunderstanding between the dark elf clan and me. But rest assured, I won’t
cause them any trouble.”
“If it’s just a misunderstanding, then it’s good that it’s cleared up. No hard feelings,” Bonnie
replied graciously.
Though she was careful not to show any defiance with the two ninth-tier powerhouses
present.
John glanced at Sara, opening his mouth as if to say something, but hesitated.
His feelings toward Sara were complicated.
“Everyone, take care!” he said finally, before riding his flying sword through the spatial rift.
The rift closed behind him.
The group below didn’t disperse immediately.
Tony turned to Behemoth and the other powerhouses, speaking calmly, “I don’t care what
grudges you hold against that boy, but if any of you dare to lay a hand on him again, it won’t just be your arm that’s cut off-it’ll be your head!”
The powerhouses were terrified, quickly bowing and swearing they would never oppose John
again.
Sara’s gaze lingered on the now-vanished rift, her emotions conflicted. She was filled with
hatred for John.
But seeing him leave left her with an unexpected sense of emptiness.
She heard Tony’s warning but remained silent.
John had taken something precious from her-her first time-and she was determined to seek
revenge. Even if she didn’t kill him, she would make sure he paid dearly.
…
The World of Gods, Flame City.
Owen and Glenn, two powerful warriors of the demon race, had successfully obtained their
race’s most treasured artifact. After leaving the secret area where the Demon King’s treasure was hidden, they descended upon Flame City.
Ritchie arrived promptly, his eyes scanning the area. When he didn’t see John, he frowned and
asked, “Where’s Godslayer?”
Owen sneered coldly, “He’s dead.”
“What?” Ritchie’s expression darkened as a Diamond Giant Shield and a spear appeared in his hands. He glared at Owen, his voice filled with anger. “What have you done to Godslayer?”
He had been unable to reach John for days and suspected that something had happened to him, possibly at the hands of these two.
Owen looked at Ritchie with disdain, ignoring his question, and instead ordered, “Kill them all and reclaim the City of Darkness!”
“Yes!” Glenn responded and immediately launched an attack on Ritchie.
Boom!
Dark magic surged forward, and Ritchie, unable to defend himself, was instantly killed.
“Captain!”
“You bastards!”
“Charge! Kill these two and avenge the captain!”
The members of the Flame Legion were furious, roaring as they charged toward Glenn and
Owen.
“Hmph, foolish!” Glenn sneered, unleashing a massacre. The Flame Legion members were no match for him and fell one after another.
The players quickly resurrected at the city’s resurrection point, only to rush back into the fray
with renewed anger.
“Don’t be reckless!” Ritchie quickly stepped in to stop them, gritting his teeth with
frustration. “Log out. We’re giving them Flame City.”
“But Captain, this city is our hard-earned base!” The others protested. Flame City was the stronghold of the Flame Legion in the World of Gods, and losing it was unthinkable.
“That’s an order!” Ritchie said coldly.
He had no choice. With turmoil occurring both in the World of Gods and the real world, he had
to ensure the safety of the real world.
Many members of the Flame Legion had integrated their game attributes with reality. If they were killed in the World of Gods, they would lose levels, weaken their strength, and be adversely affected in the real world as well.
He couldn’t allow his team to make unnecessary sacrifices, even if it meant losing Flame City.
Reluctantly, the members obeyed the order and logged out, their frustration evident. Ritchie, however, did not log out. He faced Glenn again, demanding, “Tell me, where is
Godslayer?”
His greatest concern now was John’s safety.
Glenn smirked and said coldly, “I told you, he’s dead. You’ll be joining him soon enough.”
With that, he unleashed another attack on Ritchie, a massive wave of dark energy forming
into a giant hand that descended upon him.
Boom!
The dark energy exploded, sending dust flying everywhere.
As the dust settled, Ritchie stood unharmed, and a figure had appeared in front of him,
shielding him from the attack.
It was John!
“Damn, boss, you’re finally back!” Ritchie exclaimed in relief, the weight on his chest lifting.
With John around, any problem would be swiftly dealt with.