“Master, there’s more to it,” Avis continued when John didn’t immediately respond. “Do you remember the Demon Soul you obtained? When a tenth-level warrior collects the Demon Soul, Demon Armor, Demon Eye, and Demon Wing, they can ascend to a power rivaling that of the gods. The Beast Clan has something similar-a complete set, prepared for the prophesied savior.”
“What?” John was stunned, recalling Black Turtle’s reaction when he saw the Demon Soul. At the time, Black Turtle seemed dismissive of the gods, but it now made sense- the Beast Clan had their own way of challenging divine power.
John looked at Avis with suspicion. “This should be top secret, right? I’ve been gone less than a day, and you’ve already gathered so much information?”
“Hehe,” Avis grinned mischievously. “Master, there’s a foolish pig demon in the Beast Clan. I got him drunk and squeezed the information out of him.”
After a brief pause, Avis continued, “Master, why don’t we just sit back and watch the show? Let the werewolves and demon race destroy The Secret Area, and then we can swoop in and seize the Dragon Transformation Pool and the Beast Clan’s treasures.”
John couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head.
Avis’s idea sounded great, but it wasn’t realistic.
The Beast Clan was immensely powerful, and whether they helped or not wouldn’t make much difference in the battle.
Even if the werewolves and demon race managed to destroy The Secret Area, John wasn’t confident he could snatch the Beast Clan’s treasures from these formidable opponents.
It made more sense to help the Beast Clan, leave a good impression, and strengthen his own abilities.
Roar…
Roars and shouts echoed through the air as Black Turtle and Judy led the beast army to reinforce the Beast Clan, significantly reducing the pressure on them and pushing back the enemy’s offensive.
“Lord Black Turtle!” The Ice Phoenix recognized Black Turtle and was both surprised and delighted. “Why are you here?”
The Ice Phoenix couldn’t help but glance at John in the sky, suspecting that this had something to do with him.
“I’ll explain later,” Black Turtle replied, deflecting an attack from a sixth-level demon general. Seeing the endless stream of werewolves and demon soldiers pouring through the spatial rift above, he urgently commanded, “Quick, seal the rift!”
Clang!
A sharp phoenix cry, like the clash of metal, rang out. In the distance, flames erupted, and the temperature soared.
A fire phoenix, its entire body engulfed in flames, appeared.
“My lord, I’ve arrived!” The powerful aura radiated as the fire phoenix swiftly reached the battlefield.
This fire phoenix was also a seventh-level beast and possessed the spatial affinity.
After greeting Black Turtle, the fire phoenix soared into the air to seal the spatial rift.
The werewolves and demon soldiers tried to stop the fire phoenix, but Black Turtle and the other beasts held them off.
John couldn’t help but marvel at the power of the Beast Clan. As long as the spatial rift was closed, the crisis in The Secret Area would be resolved.
He patted Avis and said, “Let’s help the Beast Clan.”
John noticed quite a few Level 5 rare demon generals and werewolf bosses on the battlefield. If he could kill just 19 more Level 5 rare bosses, his Wrath of the Gods ability would level up again.
With his current strength, John was confident in his ability to defeat these Level 5 rare bosses.
Avis descended, targeting the werewolf army below. With a furious roar, he unleashed a torrent of searing dragon flames.
John waved his staff, casting a group magic skill-Fire Meteor Shower-which rained down upon the werewolves, causing heavy casualties.
[You have killed a Level 190 werewolf, gaining 2,410 experience points.]
[Plunder talent activated: Strength +1]
[Plunder talent activated: Physical Crit +1]
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As the notifications flashed by, John’s attributes kept increasing, and he plundered several rare properties in the process.
“Howl…!”
The werewolves roared in fury. Lacking long-range attack capabilities, they angrily threw their spears at Avis, but none of them could reach him.
John locked onto a Level 200, Level 5 rare werewolf commander and leaped down, landing right in the midst of the werewolf army.
“Master, be careful!” Avis noticed John’s movement and quickly descended to draw the enemy’s attention.
“They’re no threat to me,” John said confidently. He swapped his staff for a dagger and charged directly at the werewolf commander.
The werewolf commander noticed John. Although the beasts were powerful, this particular commander had stayed back, not daring to engage directly. Now, this small human was coming straight for him.
“Interesting,” the commander sneered, giving an order: “Everyone, stand back. This human is mine to deal with.”
The werewolf army obeyed, parting to create a path, which made it much easier for John to reach the commander.
The werewolf commander looked John over with disdain. “A weak human dares to meddle in the affairs of the werewolf clan? You don’t know your place.”
John wasn’t in the mood for conversation. His dagger gleamed with a cold light as he launched his a ck.
“Fools rush in where angels fear to tread,” the werewolf commander scoffed, his expression turning to rage. The idea that a weak human adventurer would dare challenge him was an insult. A long, sharp sword appeared in his hand, and he swung it fiercely at John.
Clang!
A loud clash rang out as the werewolf commander felt a jolt in his hand, forcing him to step back. A damage number floated above his head.
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The werewolf commander sneered. With over 800,000 health points, that little bit of damage was nothing to him.
And that was with a critical hit; if it had been a regular attack, this human wouldn’t have even scratched his defense.
There was no way this human could land a critical hit every time.
“Boy, it’s over. Fury Slash!” the werewolf commander roared, his massive energy surging as he raised his sword and brought it down with full force.
John sneered at the werewolf commander’s attack. With such a long skill wind-up, he could interrupt it with his eyes closed.
Slash!
Blood splattered.
The dagger sliced through the werewolf commander’s wrist, causing his aura to waver, and
the skill was instantly interrupted.
“Cough!”
The commander coughed up blood from the backlash of his interrupted attack. He glared at John in shock and demanded, “How… How did you do that?”
“Hmph, just takes a bit of skill,” John taunted, his figure suddenly becoming ethereal as he
activated Void Dance.
This advanced Assassin skill allowed him to become nearly untouchable, delivering continuous strikes to his enemy.
The werewolf commander’s eyes gleamed with cold disdain. The human in front of him had barely managed to break through his defense; even with skill attacks, he posed no real threat.
But in the next moment, the smirk on his face froze.
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The air around him shimmered with cold light, and red damage numbers floated above his
head. All ten strikes from John’s Void Dance were critical hits.
The werewolf commander lost over 50,000 health points in an instant.
Although this was only a fraction of his 800,000 total health.
But he was stunned that every single attack from this human adventurer was a critical hit.
Panicking, the commander staggered backward, glaring at John in shock and anger. “What’s your physical critical rate, kid?”
John ignored the commander’s desperate question. He unleashed a series of skills from his evolved Nightmare Assassin class-Deadly Strike, Armor Piercing, and Death Rush-one after another.
Each skill attack resulted in critical damage, dealing over 50,000 points of damage each time.
The terrifying part was that John’s skills seemed to have no cooldown, one attack following
another in rapid succession.
Within seconds, the werewolf commander’s health dropped to under 100,000.
Frantic, he looked around at his fellow werewolves and roared, “Quick! Stop this guy!”
With that, he turned and tried to flee into the ranks of his army.
“It’s too late to run now!” John’s icy voice echoed in his ears like the whisper of death. Simultaneously, John activated Death Rush and Armor Piercing.
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Two massive damage numbers flashed, both critical hits.
The werewolf commander’s health was instantly depleted to zero. His eyes widened in shock
and disbelief as he stared at John.
He unable to comprehend how a lowly Tier 3 human adventurer had killed him.
[You have killed a Level 200 rare werewolf commander, gaining 21,040 experience points.]
[Plunder talent activated: Strength +50, Physical Crit +1, Attack Speed +1]
John had plundered 50 strength points and two rare attributes.
In addition, the werewolf commander dropped twenty skill stones, twenty equipment gems,
and an epic-grade Level 5 longsword.
John swiftly gathered them all. “Awooo!” The surrounding werewolves finally reacted, their howls of rage filling the air as they surged forward like a tidal wave, engulfing John in an instant.
John remained calm and unruffled as he switched to his staff. He cast Iron Armor for defense and summoned Water Mist Clones to absorb the brunt of the werewolves’ attacks.
Without missing a beat, he unleashed Rain of Fire, combining it with a fierce Thunderstorm.
Above, Avis showered the battlefield with scorching dragonfire, causing massive casualties among the werewolves.
Seizing the opportunity, John leapt onto Avis’s back, escaping the encirclement of the
werewolf army.
“Keep going. Find the next rare boss,” he instructed Avis, directing them to avoid the main
battle where the stronger beasts fought. He focused on locating the rare Tier 5 bosses within the werewolf and demon race armies.
Given his current power, John could only handle those below the rare Tier 5 level.
John patrolled the battlefield’s edge, slaughtering weaker werewolves, demon soldiers, and demon guardians while hunting for the rare Tier 5 bosses.
He managed to take down ten rare bosses in succession as the battle’s intensity gradually
lessened.
The spatial rift above The Secret Area had long since been sealed, and the strongest enemy
left was a Tier 7 Demon Emperor, who had been slain by the combined might of Black Turtle and Judy.
The enemy forces were now isolated and overwhelmed, making their defeat inevitable.
Soon, John struck down the last demon guardian.
In total, he had killed twelve rare Tier 5 bosses.
Despite this, he felt a tinge of disappointment-he still needed to kill seven more to level up
his Wrath of the Gods talent.
But with the battlefield now cleared of enemies, there was no one left to challenge. John began to scour the battlefield for loot. Most of the werewolf and demon race bosses had
been defeated by the Beast Clan, but they still left behind plenty of valuable items. These were things the Beast Clan didn’t care for, so they ended up being John’s spoils. At that moment, the members of the Beast Clan surrounded Black Turtle and the other beasts.
It seemed that these beasts were well-acquainted, exchanging warm greetings with each
other.
“Lord Black Turtle, it’s such a relief to see you again. I knew you had to still be alive.”
“Thank goodness you arrived in time, or else The Secret Area of the Beast Clan would’ve been
in grave danger.”
“Lord Black Turtle, have you heard about the Fox Clan’s rebellion?”
…
The gathered beasts all showed immense respect for Black Turtle.
John couldn’t help but be curious about the true identity of this old man. “Enough,” Black Turtle spoke, cutting off the chatter among the beasts. He turned to the
leaders, Ice Phoenix and Fire Phoenix, and asked, “Do you know about the prophecy of the Savior’s arrival?”
