The demigod leader from the Skyline Continent quickly approached them, eager to ask, “So, how did it go this time? What’s the harvest?”
The man in the lead shook his head with a grievance written all over his face. “Sir, we didn’t get any treasures. Everything was looted by that Godslayer.”
“What? The Godslayer is still alive?” Kamal exclaimed in shock, utterly incredulous.
Within the Beast Clan’s ranks, Elsa breathed a sigh of relief upon learning that John was safe. Then, her gaze turned icy as she looked at Kamal.
So it was her. This woman had ill intentions all along, plotting against their master behind everyone’s back.
The demigod from the Skyline Continent furrowed his brows and continued to ask, “Did he break through to the demigod level?”
“No, not exactly, but he has a demigod from the Beast Clan by his side.” As he spoke, he couldn’t help but glance over at the Beast Clan’s camp.
“Beast Clan?” Everyone’s gaze shifted to the few members of the Beast Clan.
The leader of the Beast Clan delegation was a lower-tier god named Janaan.
At that moment, Janaan looked bewildered. He had no idea what was going on. He stared coldly at the human and said, “Boy, you can talk nonsense all you want, but don’t drag my Beast Clan into it. The only one from the Beast Clan who could possibly reach demigod status is Roc.”
“Yes, it was Roc,” the man hurriedly confirmed.
“Impossible! Roc was a participant in this plan. How could he possibly assist that human?” Janaan refused to believe it.
Mantra, another god, stepped forward and asked the man, “Where are my people from the gods?”
The gods had three demigods involved in this mission. Counting other races, there were a total of nine demigod powerhouses. Even if Roc had defected, it shouldn’t have affected the entire plan.
The man glanced at Mantra, his face showing a hint of fear, and said, “They’re all dead. Not just the gods, but also the Angel Race, Dark Humans, Orcs, and the demon race powerhouses -they were all slaughtered by Roc.”
“What?” Everyone gasped in shock and turned their killing intent toward Janaan.
The Beast Clan members immediately tensed, preparing for a potential battle.
Janaan’s expression turned frantic as he quickly tried to explain, “Everyone, there must be some kind of misunderstanding here.”
He turned to the human and continued, “We can’t trust the words of one person alone. Let’s wait for more survivors to arrive.”
At that moment, more powerhouses from various races began to arrive one after another.
Their accounts were identical to the first man’s. Even survivors from the Beast Clan confirmed the same story.
“Janaan, do you have anything else to say?” Michelle roared furiously, the terrifying power of dark laws surging around her.
The crowd surrounded the Beast Clan members, poised to attack at any moment.
“This is impossible! Don’t forget, our Beast Clan was also part of this plan. Moreover, the rest of our Beast Clan members were also looted!” Janaan struggled to explain, but no one was willing to listen.
Janaan sensed that there was something very fishy about this entire situation and couldn’t help but look at Tony nearby.
Tony had once tried to persuade him to join the Immortals, but Janaan had firmly rejected it.
Moreover, he and Roc shared a complicated history.
If something unexpected had happened, Tony was definitely involved in it.
“Tony, do you know anything about this?” Janaan asked coldly.
Regardless of whether Tony was involved or not, he had decided to sacrifice Tony to quell everyone’s fury.
“No, I don’t,” Tony replied, shaking his head calmly. On the inside, however, he was cursing John thoroughly.
He had repeatedly warned John not to go too far.
And now? Not only had John looted resources from every major race, but he had also killed people from the gods and the demon race.
There was no way this situation could end well.
Whoosh!
Just then, another wave of spatial power fluctuations rippled through the air, and John and his group appeared.
“Huh, what’s this? Planning to fight?” John looked at the tense standoff between the various factions, all seemingly targeting the Beast Clan.
He guessed what might be going on and slowly took a step back, saying nonchalantly, “Mind if I just watch from here?”
“Roc!” Janaan ignored John and turned to Roc beside him, asking coldly, “What the hell is going on?”
Roc glanced at him indifferently and responded, “I’ve already pledged my allegiance to the Immortals.”
“You bastard!” Janaan cursed furiously and was about to attack Roc.
“Wait!” Mantra interrupted, stepping forward and speaking icily, “Janaan, I’ll give you a chance to prove your innocence-kill that human. If you refuse, I’ll wipe out your entire Beast
Clan!”
“Count me in,” Michelle added coldly.
The other powerhouses from various races echoed the sentiment, pressuring Janaan to take
action against John.
“What do you mean by this?” Janaan’s brows furrowed as he realized that these people
wanted to use him to test if John was truly backed by the Immortals.
“Either fight, or die!” Mantra roared, the power of light bursting from him. A gleaming sword
of light formed, hovering ominously above Janaan’s head.
“Fine!” Janaan swallowed hard and glanced at John, his expression full of wariness. But for the sake of the Beast Clan, he decided to take the gamble.
“Let’s see who dares!” A calm voice rang out. Tony stepped forward, positioning himself in front of John, and coldly swept his gaze over the crowd.
“The Beast Clan truly knows how to protect its own,” Mantra sneered, giving Tony only a cursory glance, not putting him in his eyes at all.
To him, a mere demigod couldn’t stir up much trouble.
“Tony! So, you were involved in this after all. If that’s the case, I’ll clean house today!” Janaan roared furiously, parts of his body morphing into a beast-like form. Wings sprouted from his back, his ears turned sharp, fangs grew longer, and his hands transformed into razor-sharp claws. His true form seemed to be some type of bat-like demonic beast.
John leaned closer behind Tony and whispered, “Senior, what trump card do you have? I’m no match for these guys.”
“Damn, so you do know fear!” Tony cursed softly. Then, with a calm tone, he added, “Just watch. None of them will dare touch us.”
As he spoke, a crystal orb appeared in his hand, with a white flame flickering inside.
The surrounding temperature spiked abruptly, even causing the snow atop the mountain to
melt slowly.
John was utterly confused. He couldn’t sense any power from the white flame at all. Yet, the expressions of the surrounding gods turned to one of terror, as if facing a formidable foe.
“The Immortals’ Undying Flame!” Janaan exclaimed, stepping back involuntarily, not daring
to approach.
“Haha…” Tony laughed arrogantly, sweeping his gaze across the crowd. He sneered and
shouted, “Anyone who’s not afraid, step forward now!”
Everyone exchanged uneasy glances, not daring to move a muscle.
Even Mantra and Michelle, two mid-tier gods, looked wary and glared at Tony with cold,
-cautious eyes.
Feeling even more emboldened, Tony continued his tirade, launching into a flurry of curses, “Damn cowards! You call yourselves gods? Pathetic! Spineless turtles… No, calling you turtles is an insult to turtles! You’re all just ants, worms…”
The longer Tony cursed, the more agitated he became, even going so far as to insult members
of the Eisen Family.
John stared, wide-eyed and speechless, at Tony’s verbal onslaught. He was genuinely afraid that these people might lose their temper and attack recklessly.
The crowd’s faces alternated between red and white, glaring at Tony in fury, yet no one dared
to make a move.
“Damn it! I can’t take this anymore! I don’t believe you’d dare break that crystal orb! If you release the Undying Flame, no one here will survive-not you, not that human!” Michelle
roared furiously and prepared to strike.
Tony didn’t hesitate for a second and raised the crystal orb threateningly. “Michelle!” Mantra immediately stopped him. He wasn’t willing to take that gamble. He glared at Tony coldly and spat, “Tony, right? Fine, you win. Leave now, before I change my
mind!”
“Tsk, giving in so quickly? My worthless life for so many gods-what a deal…” Tony continued to taunt them, acting as if he was ready to die alongside everyone. “Old man, enough. Let’s just go.” Even John couldn’t stand it any longer. He interrupted
Tony, genuinely worried that these people might disregard their own safety and attack.
“This is no fun. Let’s go.” Tony looked a bit disappointed but still gave a mocking wave to a few of the gods as if taunting them further.
John dragged him away immediately, and before leaving, he glanced at Michelle and Kamal,
saying, “You’re not welcome in Death Land.”
With that, he led his group and left the scene.
As they disappeared into the distance, Mantra’s fury erupted like a volcano. “Beast Clan!”
He roared, and suddenly, his terrifying power of light surged forth. Boundless Holy Light descended, engulfing the twenty-plus members of the Beast Clan in their camp.
“Lord, this has nothing to do with me- ” Janaan’s face was filled with terror. His voice was
abruptly cut off as the Holy Light enveloped him entirely.
The twenty-plus members of the Beast Clan were annihilated in an instant, including Janaan and the two demigod powerhouses.
Mantra’s heart was still boiling with rage as his cold gaze slowly swept over the remaining powerhouses from other races.
“Mantra,” Michelle stepped forward and spoke, “It seems we’ve all been played. In that previous battle, that woman in the green dress gravely wounded us, and her energy has since dissipated. She won’t be appearing again. The only trump card that human has left is likely the Undying Flame in Tony’s hand.”
“So what? Are you willing to go against it?” Mantra glanced at him coldly.
The Undying Flame was a unique power of the Immortals, and its terrifying might was
enough to melt mid-tier gods instantly. Even upper-tier gods dared not face it head-on.
Michelle continued, “What I’m suggesting is that if we can force Tony to exhaust the Undying Flame, that so-called Godslayer would become a lamb waiting for slaughter.”
“Oh?” Mantra’s eyes lit up. This was indeed a viable plan, but it would require the sacrifice of
a lower-tier god.
The strongest among John’s group was only a demigod. If a lower-tier god stepped up, it
would be enough to pressure them into using their trump card.
Mantra glanced at the few lower-tier gods standing beside him. Immediately, they all took a step back, their faces filled with fear. It was clear that Mantra intended to send them to their deaths.
“Too bad about Janaan,” he muttered, looking over at Janaan’s corpse. He had just launched a
soul attack―Janaan’s soul had been completely obliterated, making resurrection impossible. Turning to Michelle, he said, “How about this? We each send out one lower-tier god. What do
you think?”
Mantra clearly wanted to use this opportunity to weaken the demon race’s strength, preparing for the upcoming war.
Michelle saw through his intentions but nodded in agreement nonetheless. “Fine.”
He understood that the greatest threat was the Immortals, and they had to be eliminated at
all costs.
Afterward, he could rally the other races.
“It’s settled then. We’ll act in three days.” Mantra set the date and led his people away.
The others also dispersed quickly.
…
John and his group flew rapidly, heading back to the Saint Martial Sect.
Tony wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, still trembling slightly. Seeing this, John’s face filled with disdain. “Old man, I thought you were so fearless back
there. Turns out it was all just an act.”