Violent Suppression

Gods' Revelation's secret medicine was highly effective. After the grievously wounded Barrel drank two bottles, he immediately regained his vigor. His physique had already been sturdier than a Magic Beast's, and a dwarven king who had recovered his strength while his belly was full of fury was a terrifying existence indeed.

Those Heavenly Temple Upper Court clergy who had borrowed divine power and transformed into humanoid wyrms were in for bad luck. Barrel charged into their midst like a killing machine, heedless of all else. Whenever he saw a Heavenly Temple disciple clad in scale armor with twin horns sprouting from his head, he would seize the man's body in both hands and rip with all his might. With Barrel's godlike strength, even if those Heavenly Temple disciples used divine arts, how could they possibly outmuscle him?

With a CRACK, a Heavenly Temple disciple was torn in half. Then another CRACK, and another unlucky fellow fell into Barrel's hands. His eyes bloodshot, Barrel ground his teeth and slaughtered without restraint. Of these Heavenly Temple disciples forcibly raised to the Saint realm through divine power, very few could withstand his violence.

Compared to Barrel, who was drenched from head to toe in blood and minced flesh and radiated brutality, Alda and Bilibili could practically be called elegant. The two transformed into darkness, flickering constantly through the curtain of rain. More often than not, a cold flash would glint, and a poison-coated dagger would stab into the vital point of a Heavenly Temple disciple. The compound poison Lin Qi had concocted from the venomous creatures of the Abyssal World was not something ordinary people could endure.

Thus, one Heavenly Temple disciple after another fell to the ground. Everywhere Barrel, Alda, and Bilibili passed, hundreds of Heavenly Temple disciples were either torn into