The Arrival of Crisis

"As expected, they targeted Huoqi and the others first, just as I predicted." Sean was instantly enveloped in black light, rushing toward Patrick and the other Midgod powerhouse at top speed.

As the controller of the magic array that had once held Patrick at bay, the combined strength of these six people was a massive threat to any Midgod—even greater than Sean, who could hold his own against one.

Because even if Sean was strong, his speed couldn't match a Midgod's; even with many Lowgod helpers, a Midgod could simply run away or employ guerrilla tactics.

As long as they were careful, not only would they face no risk of falling, but they might even use their speed and soul attacks to pick off the others one by one.

However, this magic array was different; once entangled by it, if the other Lowgods joined the attack, even a Midgod powerhouse would fall on the spot.

The six of them were well aware of this and were usually very cautious, and they possessed other trump cards, meaning they had the means to protect themselves even if ambushed by Patrick.

But they hadn't expected that this time, two Midgods would arrive, and the other one's attack power was even greater than Patrick's.

"Everyone, close in together, then launch a soul attack on Patrick," Mi Piaozheng said directly via telepathy.

Two Midgods attacking together was beyond their expectations, and now that they lacked the magic array capable of trapping Midgod-level powerhouses, the crisis for all of them had deepened.

Eliminating one of them first was the only way; once one was killed, the other would face the siege of over twenty Lowgods and would have no choice but to flee.

"Haha, let's have a good slaughter," Jialuoke laughed heartily.

Seeing the crowd closing in, he felt no fear at all. Before making his move, they had been perfectly clear about the positions of all the god-level experts within Qingyue City, knowing that once they struck, they would inevitably be surrounded quickly.

However, having dealt with that Radiant Church magic array which had given him a bit of a headache, he wouldn't fear twenty-some Lowgods even if he were alone, let alone with two Midgods present—especially since most of them were merely ordinary Lowgods who had refined a Godhead.

White mist began to disperse from Jialuoke's side, quickly covering a radius of several miles and enveloping all the incoming Lowgods.

"Cold!" This was the feeling everyone had upon entering the white mist; not only did their bodies feel a hint of numbness, but it seemed as if even their souls were being frozen, causing their reactions to slow down.

"Is this the Profundity of Ice Sharpness?" This was the first time Sean had seen a water-element powerhouse display this technique.

The female water-element Lowgod he had encountered before had only comprehended the most basic Profundity of Water Elements, and even though she had become a god independently, she was no match for Sean.

With his damaged soul-defense Sovereign Artifact and his own semi-fused profundities, the surrounding mist had almost no effect on him.

Of course, this might also be because it was a group-area attack; even if a Midgod with fused profundities unleashed it, it couldn't severely affect so many Lowgods.

Although there was some obstruction, at such close range, the Radiant Church's god-level powerhouses still reached the vicinity of Patrick and his companion. Without wasting words, everyone unleashed their strongest soul attacks toward Patrick. Simultaneously, over twenty Divine Domains covered Patrick as well.

"Hmph." Arrogant as Patrick was, he dared not take the soul attacks of over twenty Lowgods head-on, even if they were Lowgods who had refined Godheads.

His figure flickered slightly, and several afterimages appeared in the air, his aura filling the entire space. Beside him, Jialuoke's brows emitted over a dozen cyan-green rays of light—his soul attacks.

"Whoosh~" The soul attacks from both sides collided in mid-air. Neither side was absolutely superior, but even the remnants that continued toward their targets had their power and speed significantly reduced, posing no threat to either side.

As for the other ten soul attacks, Patrick easily dodged seven, and the other two were neutralized by his own soul attacks; only the final one reached him, but it had no effect whatsoever.

A Midgod who had independently become a god by cultivating the Death Law did not fear the soul attack of a Lowgod at all; he could withstand it with ease.

"Hahaha, your numbers are indeed high, but it's a pity you don't dare to get close. Otherwise, it would have been truly difficult for me to dodge!" Patrick laughed wantonly.

Mi Piaozheng, who was close by, had an ashen face. Although they held an absolute numerical advantage, no one dared to get too close.

Because the person closest was highly likely to be killed in one strike; the opponent could achieve that with either soul or material attacks.

This resulted in no one daring to approach, and at a greater distance, the power of the Divine Domains and the time required for soul attacks increased, while their effectiveness was diminished.

But there was no help for it; everyone cherished their lives. Even Mi Piaozheng himself didn't dare to get close, so what reason did he have to demand it of others?

Theory is always theory; in reality, a dozen Lowgods would be crushed if they encountered a Midgod, unless they were truly fearless of death. But such people, unless driven by deep-seated hatred, were one in ten thousand.

"What a formidable soul attack." Sean watched Jialuoke, who was beside Patrick, with great wariness.

A Midgod being over ten times stronger than a Lowgod was a comparative value, not meaning that soul, speed, physical attack, and physical defense were all individually ten times stronger. In reality, if hit by the soul attacks of five or six powerful Lowgods, one would likely be in for a world of trouble.

Yet this person before him had split his soul attack into over a dozen parts, each with an attack power comparable to that of a Lowgod, even if some were those who had refined Godheads.

"You are Sean?" Jialuoke looked at Sean and said, "My name is Jialuoke, from the South Sea. I heard you are only a little over a hundred years old this year. Such a genius is worth knowing my name."

"Jialuoke?" The expressions of Mi Piaozheng and the others changed drastically. Although they lived on the Zhongyuan Continent, they were well aware of the experts from the South Sea.

Jialuoke was one of the greatest Midgod-level experts in the South Sea. Not only was his cultivation extremely high, but his true form was a water-element divine beast. Even the Plane Overseer, Jinhuo, had to give him some face.

"I have heard of you." Sean nodded. In the decades he had spent in the Radiant Church, he hadn't just been cultivating; he knew of many experts on the Zhongyuan Plane.

"Good, I also very much want to test you." Jialuoke suddenly flashed, appearing above Sean, and then slammed a punch downward.

Wherever the fist wind passed, the space rippled and distorted, striking toward Sean first.