"A Lowgod Defensive Divine Artifact?" Sean saw that his sword hadn't destroyed the man's head, only shattered it from within, and realized he was wearing a Material Defense Artifact. Sean wielded a Highgod Artifact, but as a Saint-level expert, he couldn't destroy a Lowgod Artifact. The difference in their strength was so great, however, that he could still shatter the head inside it.
The other five nearby were all Saint-level experts with powerful souls, but they were still stunned by what they had just witnessed.
Lurenjia, the Darkness Church's most promising candidate for godhood—a dual cultivator of magic and warrior arts who had reached the peak of the Saint-level—had been killed in a single move? And he'd had both a Material Defense Artifact and an offensive artifact. Even if he'd simply stood there and let the five of them attack together, they couldn't have broken through his defenses. Yet now...
Sean didn't care what the others were thinking. He wasn't about to waste time. After killing their leader, he immediately flashed toward the two people on the right. One of them had asked the question earlier, in a tone so condescending that it had infuriated him. The other cultivated Wind Law, which excelled at speed. Since they were close, he had to take that one out first.
He wasn't worried about losing in the current situation, but he still wasn't a god. Without a Divine Domain, he couldn't restrain the other three unless he attacked them. If five Saint-level experts decided to flee—especially if one of them had mastered a Mystery related to speed or escape—he couldn't be sure he'd manage to keep them all there.
Even one getting away would cause him trouble. Shengyue City was only a little over a hundred thousand miles away. If someone escaped and contacted a god-level expert from the Darkness Church, Sean would be the one to die if he couldn't run fast enough.
The two Saint-level experts had no time to react. They immediately summoned their weapons to block Sean's Purple Divine Sword. But they didn't even have divine artifacts. How could they stand against the Purple Blood God Sword?
Thwack! The Divine Sword swept effortlessly through their heads. Like the man before them, they hadn't even had time to react.
Sean had killed three in a row. He was far stronger than them, but he still wasn't a god and had no Divine Domain. Without attacking the remaining three, he couldn't restrain them at all.
Seeing three companions stronger than themselves killed one after another, the three remaining Saint-level experts didn't dare stay. One of them roared, "Run!"
"Run! Split up!"
There was no time to ask why. If they wasted even another moment speaking, they were sure to be mercilessly killed.
They fled in three different directions. No matter how fast Sean was, he might not be able to kill all of them. If one could get away, that was better than none.
Sean flashed toward the nearest one and killed him with another stroke of his sword. But in that brief moment, the other two had already run several miles. They were still within range of his soul's perception, but if he went after the second, the last one might escape beyond his reach.
Just then, four black tigers, each ten meters tall, suddenly appeared in midair. It was Ram. All four tigers attacked one of the fleeing Saint-level experts. The woman couldn't simply ignore such an assault. She hurriedly dodged while raising a pale-blue light sword to counterattack, but that left her trapped.
"Lord Sean, go after the other one," Ram said through Soul Transmission.
"Okay." Sean flashed toward the other man.
"My lord, whatever the misunderstanding is, we can talk it out. Please don't kill me. I'll do anything for you." When the man saw Sean pursuing him, moving even faster than he was, despair seized him. Once Sean caught up, he'd be dead. But with some distance between them, he still had time to speak through Soul Transmission.
Sean didn't respond. He caught up and killed the man with a single stroke, then swiftly returned.
Roar! In the distance, Ram was fighting the last woman from the Darkness Church. She cultivated the Water Law and was surrounded by a pale, eerie White Mist that was bone-chillingly cold. Combined with the heavy snowfall, it made her attacks even more powerful.
Though Ram mainly cultivated the Darkness Laws, he also had an innate talent for fire. Black flames covered his body, but even they couldn't keep the eerie mist's piercing cold at bay. The chill numbed not only his body but even his soul, slowing his thoughts.
The sword in the woman's hand wasn't a divine artifact, but it was no ordinary weapon either. It seemed to be made from some special material and posed a serious threat to Ram's beast body. With the help of her extreme cold, she had already slashed his hind leg. A trace of strange Water Attribute energy lingered in the wound, preventing it from healing quickly.
On an ordinary day, if he'd run into such a powerful foe, Ram would probably have had to burrow underground to escape. But today, he only needed to hold her off for a little while. She had destroyed his four Darkness energy avatars with her light sword, but they were only clusters of energy. Before long, he'd formed four more and sent them at her again.
"Damn it." As the four energy avatars attacked her again, the woman realized that her last companion had been killed. The terrifying man was rapidly closing in, and he was faster than her. Even if she killed the black tiger in front of her, she still wouldn't escape.
So she immediately stopped attacking. The White Mist, which had spread across dozens of meters, contracted into a sphere less than three meters wide, shielding her entire body. Seeing that she had stopped attacking and wasn't trying to flee, Ram didn't counterattack. He knew Sean had returned.
"You're pretty clever. You know you can't get away." Sean flashed back and stopped above the woman in white without attacking.
"My lord, please spare my life. I'll do anything you ask." The woman in white hurriedly bowed.
"I'll ask you a few questions first," Sean said. "Where are the god-level experts from the Darkness Church?"
"I don't know." The woman in white hesitated before answering.
"Don't lie to me. Your heartbeat just now gave you away. Don't make me kill you here and now," Sean said sternly.
"My lord, I really don't know," the woman in white replied hurriedly. "But in recent years, the god-level experts have been holding each other in check on the front lines. Other than when they intervened in Shengyue City, it's been up to Saint-level experts like us and the ordinary armies to fight."
"Oh? The god-level experts haven't intervened since then? Why?" Sean asked. Ordinarily, the presence of a Highgod should make one side virtually invincible, unless the Radiant Church had another trump card. But if it did, it should have used it in Shengyue City. Normal people weren't like Ultraman, waiting until they were about to die to use their finishing move.
"I don't know," the woman in white said.
"Fine. Next question: does that Highgod from your Darkness Church cultivate the Laws of Death?" Sean asked.
"Yes." The woman in white didn't dare lie. There was no point hiding it; they had clashed many times, and many god-level and Saint-level experts should already know. She just didn't understand how this Saint-level expert, whose strength was almost on par with a god's, could be unaware of it.
"So then, was it his order to slaughter the countless living beings in and around Shengyue City?" Sean asked coldly.
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