Cold, sharp, violent, domineering, heavy, and eerie!
Six distinct attacks from the True God converged on Lancelot simultaneously.
A ball of light radiating Destruction pressure rapidly expanded.
At first glance, it looks as if a table has reached the end of its life and exploded with a bang.
A terrifying wave of destruction surged forth like a tidal wave, layer upon layer, endlessly drawing the attention of all the onlookers.
"The power of this combined attack is no less than the full force of Peak True God!" Alaric sneered, as if he could see Lancelot falling before his eyes.
Selwyn's expression suddenly changed slightly. "Something's not right!"
The words had barely left his mouth.
Two full hands, burning with blazing golden flames, emerged from the ball of Destruction light and tore outwards with a sudden thud. The ball of light transformed into countless spheres of Destruction, spreading outwards.
Rumble!!
On the Longtuo Continent, countless 'meteors' fell from the sky and crashed to the ground.
In an instant, the earth cracked, and this Void continent, whose size was comparable to that of an ordinary plane, actually shook and split open on the spot, as if it could not withstand the aftershocks of this fierce battle.
In the past, such a world-ending scene would have attracted countless eyes.
But now, no one is paying attention anymore; everyone's attention is drawn to the humanoid giant standing in mid-air, its entire body enveloped in golden flames.
The giant's body was covered with various wounds, but at this moment, her aura was extremely domineering, like a sun burning at its zenith, bursting forth with all its light and heat.
"He... burned his Life Essence?!" Earth Tremors, Kesuosuo, shook his faceless rock head and asked in a muffled voice.
His voice held a hint of doubt.
"No, this is more like a natural ability of a material Divine Body. Even if an ordinary Upper God burns his Life Essence, he will only slightly increase his strength. He would never have such an exaggerated improvement." Selwyn said in a solemn tone.
"I sense a deadly threat emanating from him! This guy now has the potential to kill me single-handedly! This is... the combat power that only True God Tier Nine possesses!" Broken Blade Lord Roland gripped his blade tightly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
"Hmph, it's just a last gasp, a death throes. He's Plane Warden, favored by the Astral Realm Will, his fortune is surging, it's perfectly normal for him to have good things. But the common weakness of burst-type secret techniques is that they can't last. All of you step aside, let me hold off her frontal attacks, you guys provide support from the rear. Once we get through this burst phase, he'll be completely finished!"
Alaric stretched his neck, rubbed his hands together, and stepped forward, looking confident of victory.
In reality, this World Destroyer was secretly groaning in his heart.
If possible, he really didn't want to be the first to go.
No matter how tough your skin is, you still have a health bar and can't escape death.
The counterattack unleashed by a Plane Warden with the combat power of a Upper God before his death was undoubtedly terrifying.
However, Eight Gods' Realm had already contributed greatly to this operation, and he himself had to kill Lancelot in order to avoid being punished by his superiors.
Not to mention, he's the only tank on the team; if he doesn't step up, who will?
Rather than being pressured by your teammates, it's better to take the initiative yourself; it'll save face for everyone.
"So what if you're True God Tier Nine? Come on, let's see if you can even touch me!"
Pounding his chest, Alaric roared, and his black armor emitted a chilling magical light, transforming into a black meteor that hurtled towards Lancelot.
In an instant, a powerful gravitational field appeared out of nowhere around Alaric, tearing the boundless earth apart and creating a bottomless rift valley running from north to south.
The full-force attack of a True God Tier Eight was incredibly oppressive. Even with the Void blocking the way, many spectators' eyes still trembled slightly, as if they themselves were facing this attack head-on.
On the contrary, Lancelot, the main character, tilted his head slightly, his hair and eyebrows turning pure gold under the golden flames, resembling the transformation form of a certain warrior race.
Faced with Alaric's attack, Lancelot's expression remained unchanged, even carrying a hint of contempt, only his eyes grew brighter and brighter, like a sun that was being lit up.
Thump!!
The Void trembled!
Lancelot charged forward, unafraid of Alaric, choosing to confront him head-on. Golden flames swirled around him, and in the hazy light, countless miniature gods chanted in a low voice. Powerful enough to shake the Void erupted from his fists and feet.
"The fighting style of this martial arts lineage is neither fish nor fowl!"
Alaric was a seasoned fighter. From his first encounter with Lancelot, he discovered that Lancelot's Combat Skills were derived from the martial arts profession, the Extreme Path Style, which prioritized fierceness and power. With wide, sweeping movements, his fists and palms unleashed an unstoppable force that could sweep away the stars, enough to make even True God tremble.
But for Alaric, such power was nothing to worry about; Lancelot's punches hadn't caused him much trouble before.
Although Lancelot's combat power surged after using an explosive secret technique in this desperate situation, Alaric still harbored a slight sense of contempt deep down.
Their eyes met, the black and gold clashing against each other, and then collided with a deafening roar.
Thump!!
It was as if two vast, boundless landmasses had collided.
A thunderous explosion resounded through the Void, as if the end of the world had arrived.
Feeling the terrifying power emanating from the point where his fist met his, Alaric's expression changed drastically, and his scarlet pupils shrank to almost a single red dot.
"This is impossible!!"
Alaric roared inwardly.
But no matter how stubborn they try to deny it, they can't hide the harsh reality.
The black area, which had previously shared the world with the gold and been locked in a fierce struggle, was instantly compressed into a sphere, like a dough being flattened and kneaded, completely at a disadvantage.
Click!!
With a cracking sound, the black armor ripped apart, and blood splattered.
Alaric was forced back by a single blow.
Clutching her arm, she stared incredulously at the indifferent man before her, as if she had seen a ghost.
"What kind of explosive secret technique is this!"
He asked through gritted teeth.
Lancelot had no intention of paying him any attention and threw a punch directly. Alaric hesitated, but still gritted his teeth and charged forward.
"Let's attack together!"
A mournful roar echoed through the Void.
At this moment, facing Lancelot who was several times stronger, Alaric chose to ask for help, no longer maintaining his false facade.
"This... Your Majesty, should we continue fighting?!" A hint of fear flashed in Ephemeral Walker Yifurui's eyes. Lancelot's unleashed fighting power had undoubtedly frightened her, and she was somewhat reluctant to continue the fight.
After all, she was only True God Tier Five, far from the combat power of True God Tier Nine. If Lancelot were to launch a desperate counterattack, she would be the most likely to die.
Compared to the massive Earthquake Tremor Kesuosuo, Yifurui was far too fragile and had no chance of withstanding an attack from True God Tier Nine.
"You can stay in the back and unleash mid-to-long-range attacks." Selwyn understood Yifurui's concerns, so he offered a gentle reassurance, but did not agree to her retreat.
As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward and whispered, "Roland, Kesuosuo, attack together and take him down!"
"Yes!"
Most strong individuals, except for a few battle-obsessed individuals, are indifferent to being besieged.
Cultivation is for the purpose of becoming powerful and for eternal existence. In this process, all means should be used, and being besieged is perfectly normal.
At Selwyn's command, several top-tier powerhouses from the Eight Gods' Realm launched their attack simultaneously.