“That’s fine, but you won’t be leaving alive,” John said coldly, sword intent swirling around him.
The roc sighed helplessly, then dropped to one knee. A surge of soul energy flowed from him as he willingly initiated a soul contract with John.
John was a bit surprised. “So decisive?”
“I’m willing to take a gamble. Besides, I trust Ben’s judgment,” the roc replied calmly.
He could see the resurgence of The Immortals in John, something that couldn’t be stopped. It was better to align himself with The Immortals now rather than resist.
Buzz!
The soul contract formed, and John nodded in satisfaction.
The reason he accepted the roc’s submission was to deal with the Azure Family.
Neither he nor the Azure Family members could break through to demigod level here, and the laws of the treasure grounds prevented them from fighting.
Moreover, the rules of the treasure grounds were completely different from those of Skyline Continent. Killing someone from the Azure Family here meant true death-no chance of resurrection.
John glanced at the roc and said, “Let’s go. Take me to the Apocalypse Stone.”
“Huh, you actually know about it?” The roc looked stunned.
The Apocalypse Stone was a top-secret matter, known only to a few demigods and a handful of ninth-tier peak powerhouses.
John merely nodded and didn’t elaborate further.
The roc immediately took the lead, flying deeper into the treasure grounds.
Soon, they arrived at a mountaintop, where a large altar stood.
John had been here before, but hadn’t paid much attention to it at the time.
The roc explained that the Apocalypse Stone would emerge from this location, but it would take another two days for it to appear.
So, they waited.
“Roc, right? I want to spar with you,” Behemoth suddenly said, approaching the roc with a provocative expression.
Having fused with the Beast Clan’s supreme treasure, his strength had increased drastically. He was eager to see how he measured up against a true demigod.
During the previous battle, John had taken care of everything, and Behemoth hadn’t had a chance to fight. He was determined to challenge the roc.
“You?” The roc scoffed disdainfully, uninterested in engaging with him.
“What? Afraid?” Behemoth taunted, raising his Dark Dragon Staff and pointing it at the roc provocatively.
The roc’s expression darkened. He glanced at John.
He worried about accidentally hurting the big guy and offending John in the process.
John nodded in approval, equally curious about how much Behemoth’s strength had increased after awakening the Golden Behemoth bloodline and fully fusing with the Beast Clan’s supreme treasure.
“Fine, in that case, I’ll teach you a lesson,” the roc said, taking to the sky. He added dismissively, “I’ll let you have three moves.”
“Arrogant!” Behemoth roared in anger. His Dark Dragon Staff grew even larger, and a blood- red aura flickered around him. The staff whistled through the air as he swung it down with tremendous force.
“Hm?” The roc frowned slightly, his expression turning serious. He could feel the immense power behind this strike.
However, since he had already given his word, he decided to take the hit head-on.
Boom!
With a deafening crash, the roc was sent flying, rolling awkwardly on the ground before scrambling back to his feet.
“Golden Behemoth!” The roc’s eyes widened in shock. He stared at Behemoth in disbelief, finally realizing he couldn’t underestimate him.
Whoosh!
Demonic energy surged as the roc’s body underwent a slight transformation. A pair of black wings sprouted from his back, and a long spear appeared in his hand. With a fierce shout, he took the initiative and launched an attack.
“Good! Come at me!” Behemoth shouted, undaunted, as he swung his massive staff. The wind howled as the two clashed violently.
Boom! Boom!
The continuous explosions echoed through the air, their attacks heavy and fierce, colliding with pure brute strength.
At first, Behemoth barely managed to withstand the roc’s onslaught, but as time went on, he found himself being overwhelmed. He was pushed into a defensive stance, struggling to hold
on.
Bang!
With a thunderous crash, Behemoth’s massive frame was sent flying and smashed into the ground, causing the earth to tremble.
Hovering in mid-air, the roc stood tall, spear in hand, his hair and beard fluttering in the wind. His face showed a smug expression. “Kid, you’re far from being able to challenge a demigod. Go train for a few more centuries before you try again!”
“Damn it!” Behemoth growled as he picked himself up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. He felt humiliated-his gigantic form could squash the roc underfoot, but size and power weren’t proportionate.
Feeling insulted, he gritted his teeth and charged at the roc once more.
The wind roared, and flashes of cold light filled the air. But again, Behemoth was utterly powerless. He was sent flying, crashing down again in a miserable state.
Seeing this, Sara and Bonnie exchanged a glance and then soared into the sky, joining forces
to attack the roc.
“What’s this? Ganging up on me? Against a true demigod, you’re nothing more than insects!” the roc scoffed, showing no fear as he fought back with renewed vigor.
A surge of powerful dark energy spread around him, and the wind screamed.
Even with three of them attacking at once, the roc remained unfazed, a look of ease on his
face. It was evident he hadn’t even used his full strength.
His black wings behind him began to transform. The feathers, as sharp as blades, occasionally shot out, forcing Sara and Bonnie into dangerous situations, dodging narrowly with each
attack.
Behemoth’s enormous form seemed like nothing more than a toy in front of the roc’s
prowess.
Boom!
With another deafening explosion, Behemoth was sent sprawling, arms and legs flailing as he landed heavily on the ground. Sara and Bonnie were also forced to retreat repeatedly, unable
to put up any meaningful resistance.
“Alright, that’s enough,” John called out, halting the fight.
He could tell that if the roc fought seriously, all three of them would have been severely
injured or even killed.
Behemoth struggled to get back up, his face full of frustration. Looking at John, he asked, “Master, why is it so easy for you to kill demigods, but so difficult for us?”
John sighed inwardly, realizing that his recent effortless victories over demigods had given
his subordinates a skewed perception of their strength.
The roc interjected, “You’re already very strong. If you truly ascend to demigod level, I’m
afraid I wouldn’t be able to match you.”
“Hmph!” Behemoth snorted, unwilling to listen.
He felt like the roc’s words were taunting him.
John also noticed that the strength of his subordinates was still lacking.
He needed to help Sara and the others reach level 10,000 as soon as possible. Once they could
kill a demigod themselves, they would ascend to true demigod status.
The group went into seclusion to train and increase their power.
John, having nothing better to do, waited patiently for the Apocalypse Stone to appear.
…
Two days later, a beam of light enveloped the altar, and a massive surge of energy pulsed through the air. A light blue, thumb-sized gem slowly floated up.
“So, this is the Apocalypse Stone?” John murmured, staring at the gem curiously.
Whoosh!
Several powerful auras appeared around them as multiple ninth-tier powerhouses, attracted
by the energy, arrived at the scene. They too wanted to seize the Apocalypse Stone. However, as soon as they sensed the roc’s demigod aura, they were immediately struck by
fear and dared not approach.
“Subdue them!” John ordered coldly. He had no intention of letting these intruders go.
With the roc present, a demigod who wasn’t bound by the laws of this place, he could easily eliminate these ninth-tier powerhouses without any restrictions. “Understood!” Sara and the others immediately sprang into action. They might not be able to deal with demigods, but handling these ninth-tier powerhouses was a walk in the park. The dozen or so ninth-tier powerhouses that had been drawn to the location were effortlessly
subdued.
They included members from the gods, demon race, Angel Race, Dark Humans, and even a
few from the Beast Clan.
“Master, are you planning to seize the Apocalypse Stone? We’re willing to assist you,” a few
of the Beast Clan members recognized the roc and bowed respectfully.
The roc frowned but said nothing.
The others watched the roc and John warily, but there was no fear in their eyes.
After all, their own races also had demigod powerhouses, so they weren’t particularly afraid.
If they knew that their demigod leaders had already been slaughtered by John, they’d
probably be trembling in fear by now.
Whoosh!
At that moment, the light around the altar dissipated, and the Apocalypse Stone flew out.
John reacted instantly, darting forward and catching it in his hand.
“So hot!” he yelped in pain. The gem was scorching, almost forcing him to drop it.
Wrapping his hand in spiritual power, he managed to hold the Apocalypse Stone and
examined it curiously.
[Apocalypse Stone: Supreme Treasure. Refining it allows the user to fuse an additional set of racial supreme treasures. Can only be refined once.]
It was just as he thought-the stone could enable him to fuse another set of supreme
treasures.
John already wielded the power of light and darkness and had awakened the Azure Dragon bloodline. This meant he could potentially fuse with the supreme treasures of the gods, the demon race, or the Beast Clan.
However, there was only one Apocalypse Stone, and it could only be refined once.
John immediately ruled out the demon race’s supreme treasures. He was already practicing
the gods’ Divine Path Technique and the Beast Clan’s Overwhelming Battle Energy. The supreme treasures of the gods and the Beast Clan were the best fit for him.
Moreover, as the prophesied savior of the Beast Clan, he decided to make his second set of
supreme treasures the ones from the Beast Clan.
“Time to refine the Apocalypse Stone.” John glanced at the gem in his hand and began the
process of refining it.
Buzz!
Light shimmered around him as the Apocalypse Stone merged into his body. Yet, he didn’t
feel any immediate changes.
“You dare refine our gods’ Apocalypse Stone, human?!” roared a disciple from the gods
faction, glaring at John with fury in his eyes, looking as if he was ready to risk his life to get it
back.
The others glared at him with similar intensity. If not for the restrictive laws of the treasure grounds, they would have already pounced on him.
John simply ignored them. With a cold smile, he turned to the roc and commanded, “Roc, kill
those who are making a fuss.”
“You dare threaten me? We have three demigods from the gods faction on their way right
now!” a few of the gods’ disciples shouted defiantly.
“Hmph, they’re already dead!” Roc scoffed coldly, no longer in the mood for words. The spear
in his hand gleamed with a deadly light as he effortlessly slaughtered every member of the gods faction present, sparing only those from the Beast Clan. A heap of treasures and racial supreme treasures fell to the ground from their bodies. John collected them all without hesitation.
One of the Beast Clan disciples looked at Roc with trembling eyes and stammered, “Master,
weren’t you supposed to be fighting the Godslayer? What’s going on?” “Shut up!” Roc bellowed angrily, casting a fierce glare at them, his eyes full of warning.
He had pledged loyalty to John, but he had no desire to massacre his own people from the
Beast Clan.
He was worried these reckless brats might speak carelessly and offend John.
The few Beast Clan disciples exchanged confused glances, clearly not understanding what was
happening.
John, fully aware of Roc’s concerns, responded calmly, “Hand over all the treasures you’ve collected, and then you may leave.”
Their brows furrowed in anger as they glared at John.
“Didn’t you hear him? Hand over all your treasures and get lost!” Roc barked, his voice filled
with fury. “Master, have you-have you betrayed the Beast Clan?” one of them finally realized, his
expression shifting to one of rage.
Whoosh!
A cold light flashed, and a spear pierced through the speaker’s throat in an instant, killing him
on the spot. Roc withdrew his spear as blood sprayed into the air, and the disciple’s body slowly slumped
to the ground. Staring down the remaining disciples, who were now frozen in terror, Roc said coldly, “I’ll say
it one more time: hand over your treasures and get the hell out of here.” “Y-yes, of course,” they stammered, finally coming to their senses. One by one, they handed over the treasures they had collected over the past few days and fled in a panic. John happily took everything they had surrendered, then pulled out a complete set of the
Beast Clan’s supreme treasures and began refining and fusing with them immediately. [You have refined and fused with the Beast Clan’s supreme treasures: Monster Bone, Monster Claw, Monster Core, and Monster Spirit. All four basic attributes +10,000 points.] [Azure Dragon bloodline detected. Beast Clan supreme treasures successfully fused.]