Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener Chapter 312: Is a Divine Level Demon Entering the Arena?

In the end, the spear transford into a massive demon, approximately three to four ters tall, its body constructed from a tallic structure.

With a slight wave of its hand, the spear reford in this demon's grasp.

Then…

Boom!!

A silver-gray shockwave rapidly swept across the battlefield.

This was undeniably a—

"Supre-level demon??"

"Master Supre!!" Two distinct voices echoed out.

One was from a burly purple-skinned man on the Hall of Valor's side, his tone filled with shock and a hint of panic.

The other ca from the hell players, who were incredibly excited.

Lastly…

There was Sterl, who was montarily stunned…

"Although I see that the hell players are already at a significant disadvantage and are ready to catalyze the formation, I haven't even made a move, and a Supre demon just pops out on its own?"

Sterl ntally complained as he quietly retreated alongside his companions, a hint of panic perfectly displayed on his face.

The combat prowess of a Supre-level being was far beyond that of an ordinary demigod.

The mbers of the Hall of Valor team instantly lost their fighting spirit.

Those hell players, who usually acted so arrogantly, now displayed a respectful deanor.

"Master Supre, if you kill them, you will receive the blessings of this layer of the plane's consciousness!"

"Make sure to tornt these trash from the main plane!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

…

The hell players were in a frenzy!

anwhile, the Hall of Valor team had expressions of sheer horror…

They remained silent, filled with anxiety.

"Don't let them escape, Master!"

The hell players shouted triumphantly.

However, the demon, with its silver-gray blade-like structure, was initially closing its eyes to sense sothing. After quite a while, it finally opened its eyes again.

With a cold tone, it uttered a single word.

"Noisy!"

The silver-gray demon pointed, and blades erupted from the ground!

Several hell players who had spoken were impaled, skewered like at on a stick!

Their demigod-level vitality ant they did not die imdiately, writhing in agony!

The hell players were quick to grasp the situation; once they were pierced by the blades, they imdiately fell silent, though their expressions revealed the extre tornt they were enduring.

The Hall of Valor team felt even more unsettled—if it was so ruthless to its own, how savage would it be toward us…

Even more brutal!

"Hmm?" Sterl's gaze shifted slightly; this scene seed familiar to him. It reminded him of how mbers of the Blood Cult tortured mortals to create materials for the Blood Sacrifice Swallowing God Array.

Though the techniques employed were entirely different, as a professional Array Master, Sterl could sense the life force of those hell players gradually withering, ultimately giving rise to a crystallization filled with fear and wails!

With this thought, Sterl further concealed himself.

He stood at the back, wanting to see what this Supre demon was up to.

For a mont, the atmosphere was extrely eerie; the hell players were silent as mice, not daring to speak, while the Hall of Valor team also hesitated to make any sudden moves. A casual strike from the Supre demon was beyond what they could bear.

As a result, everyone's faces turned red with pressure, the tension palpable.

"Form the formation!"

Suddenly, the burly purple-skinned man shouted.

He had sensed…

The energy within the Supre demon was surging.

It was about to strike!

The only way now was to rely on the team to barely withstand the impending attack.

Even though they rationally understood that struggling would be futile, the instinct to survive outweighed everything else. Who wanted their character to die, leading to account deletion and becoming an ordinary person?

Aside from Sterl, the newcor, the rest of the Hall of Valor team quickly coordinated, rapidly completing their formation change.

The purple-skinned man produced a sphere glowing with earthy yellow mist.

The sphere spun for a mont before suddenly disintegrating, forming a shield. Based on the positions occupied by each mber of the Hall of Valor team, they channeled their energies together to maintain the shield.

This was undoubtedly a portable demigod-level formation, capable of linking the entire team's power together, serving as a powerful lifesaving tool.

The purple-skinned man led the front line, while various mages took positions behind, all radiating a platinum light simultaneously.

At that mont, the Supre demon suddenly moved.

Just a second before, it had been advancing leisurely, but then it erupted with terrifying speed, like a top predator revealing its ferocious visage!

Then, its blade-like arm slashed violently!

With a flash of platinum light, the earthy yellow shield was torn apart. The purple-skinned man in the front seed to have a defensive skill activated, but it was utterly useless.

He was cleaved in two!

The Supre demon then began to slaughter as casually as a wolf diving into a flock of sheep.

Sterl recognized that it must have mastered rare chaotic skills similar to the Blade Law, capable of shattering everything with pure brute force.

This included the lifesaving items of the Hall of Valor team's demigods.

In the first instant, the Hall of Valor team's defense collapsed, with two frontline warriors dead and one injured.

In the second instant, the entire frontline of the Hall of Valor team was wiped out, and the rear was bisected by the Supre demon's sword!

In the third instant, the power akin to the Blade Law shredded all remaining units in the backline to pieces!

At this point, aside from Sterl, who had sohow made his way to the back of the team, only two mbers remained of the Hall of Valor's demigod squad.

One was a sweet-looking priestess, reminiscent of the girl-next-door.

The other was an assassin clad in leather armor, her face obscured by a black veil, but her figure was strikingly alluring.

A glimr flashed in Sterl's eyes…

All his attribute bonuses were maxed out.

Swish!!

In the fourth instant, Sterl easily dodged a slash from the Supre demon.

Unfortunately…

The last two mbers of the squad were hit; the sharp energy from the demon surged into their bodies, instantly reducing them to a mist of blood.

Sterl naturally did not intervene.

He had previously investigated the chaotic nature of hell; even a demigod squad often faced total annihilation, with only a few surviving.

With his teammates gone, he could return and reorganize the team.

Rescuing Leo would only result in him losing his disguise.

After all, Sterl had a flaw that wasn't quite a flaw: the range of skills he had mastered was not particularly extensive.

He only had Divine Fla Drive and a few fragnted skills that he hadn't really used in the Hall of Valor.

If Leo lost his disguise, creating a new identity and acquiring skills with a certain level of proficiency within a short ti would be impossible, making his disguise imperfect.

He certainly couldn't use blood force to enhance his skills; that would be a huge loss!

In theory, no one would suspect an ordinary demigod on the battlefield, but Sterl's approach was all about caution.

"Hmm?"

After swinging its blade, the Supre demon paused.

It was curious to find that there were still survivors among the main world's beings…

anwhile, the hell players in the back were exchanging knowing glances.

Sohow, Sterl could perceive a mix of mockery, disdain, and schadenfreude from their simple expressions…

"Co?"

Sterl rely waved his hand slightly, gathering the Flowing Water Blade.

A sharp aura surrounded him, like a flower blooming fiercely in a vast grassland, incredibly eye-catching!

The Supre-level demon stared in surprise, a flicker of sothing beyond indifference flashing in its eyes.

"Good!"

It also adopted a stance, preparing to strike, slightly gathering its strength.

The hell players in the back were stunned.

It was as if they suddenly realized sothing and turned to flee, their previous mixed emotions now crystallized into one—fear.

What kind of opponent could make a Supre-level demon take them seriously?

It appeared to be a flawed demigod, but its true combat power was uncertain.

Run! They had to run!

If they didn't leave now, they might not get the chance again.

However…

Before the hell players could escape very far, they suddenly found themselves seemingly frozen in place.

Whatever skills or items they had all appeared gray.

What event have we been dragged into?

That thought marked their last mont.

Swish, swish, swish!

Two beams of sword light intersected!

The hell players didn't even see the magnificent scene; they had already been reduced to ashes by the shockwave from the first clash between Sterl and the Supre demon.

Countless sword energies shredded all matter, even the blood-scented air in hell!

Then, a large area of space suddenly shattered, revealing a pitch-black void.

Within this void, the Supre demon, apparently harboring so plan, had already dissipated!

It shattered into fragnts!

Sterl waved his hand, dispersing the Flowing Water Blade, and took a slight breath.

Behind him, the black void slowly filled with spatial power, but for quite so ti, this area would remain in an unstable state.

Anyone attempting to use teleportation abilities here might encounter chaos.

The consequences could range from errant teleportation to falling into the void and dying.

Yet, Sterl showed no signs of surprise.

He silently activated his improved natural formation.

From the pit beneath his feet, another trace of the Supre demon's aura gradually rose.

But what occupied his mind were the words spoken by that demon before its death.

"Very well, consider this an early offering of all my powers to the master."

Sterl's eyes narrowed in curiosity: "This demon claid it could still offer its power after death."

"Could it be that a divine-level demon has its sights set on the Archduke of Blood's Blood Sacrifice Swallowing God Array?"

Just monts ago, that demon had dissolved into a stream of blood, rging into the blood river underground, coupled with its remarks.

It was hard for Sterl not to suspect…

"Interesting. Three Hall of Valor-level forces are venturing forth, and there's still a divine-level demon lurking in the shadows."

A multitude of thoughts stirred within Sterl…