"War God's Skill - teor Descent!"
With a wave of Raymond's hand, the space above him trembled, and countless spears rained down like dense volleys of arrows, filling the sky as they shot toward Owen!
Each spear shone with an unbearable, piercing light, illuminating the dark abyss as brightly as daylight.
Below, the ground was instantly riddled with countless bottomless craters as the spears arrived, torn apart by a bone-chilling force, creating black holes of unfathomable depth. Even Elysia and the Archdemon, who stood at a distance, felt a chill spread through their bodies, causing them to shudder involuntarily.
Although this attack wasn't aid at them, they still had an instinctive urge to flee.
Owen looked up at the abnormal phenonon in the sky, where the countless spears were accelerating, getting faster and faster.
The sharp spear tips began to glow with flas, burning as they cut through the air, like teorites breaking the sound barrier, trailing terrifying shockwaves behind them.
There was no way to dodge!
"Spear, is it? I have one too!"
Owen sneered, integrating the Godslayer Staff into his body, and his eyes abruptly turned blood-red.
Spear of Longinus - Fallen Sun!
In that instant, his pupils seed to transform into two scorching and blazing suns, shooting out terrifying crimson beams.
Like molten magma surging upward, it was as if these rays sought to lt everything in the world!
Any spear that descended and touched the viscous red light instantly emitted a sharp hissing sound, as if cold water had been poured into a boiling cauldron of oil.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The deafening sound of explosions echoed continuously.
Countless dazzling collisions spread outward, transforming this section of the void into a battlefield of roaring flas and thunderous explosions.
The clash was as swift as it was fierce, and it ended just as quickly.
As the smoke and dust cleared, Owen remained standing unscathed, only his eyes glowing a deep crimson, as if filled with fresh blood.
On the other side, Raymond, seeing that Owen had survived, began to breathe heavily.
He had not expected Owen to possess such a formidable spell without even relying on the Godslayer Staff!
This was one of his strongest War God Skills!
Yet it hadn't managed to take Owen down, nor had it even injured him.
His brows furrowed deeper as the murderous intent within him grew even stronger and more obsessive.
Owen was only a Grandmaster-Tier mage, yet he could already unleash such power. If he broke through to Sage-Tier, Raymond would definitely not be his match!
He was a looming threat!
Raymond couldn't afford to let him live, no matter the cost!
Otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous!
With that thought, Raymond seed to co to a difficult decision, staring intently at Owen.
"This is your final chance-kneel and surrender. I promise to grant you a swift death! Otherwise, I will make you wish you were dead!"
His voice was nacing, like a demon's whisper from hell. At the sa ti, a dangerous aura radiated from him, making Owen's heart tighten.
It seed that Raymond was preparing to use his final trump card.
"Owen, be careful! He's likely about to use the Blood of War God! Once surrounded, you'll be trapped in an endless battle and eventually be drained to death!"
Elysia's voice sounded in Owen's mind, her tone filled with urgency.
During their previous confrontation, she had held the upper hand. But the mont he used this technique, she was forced into a desperate situation and nearly killed!
Hearing her warning, images of the War God flashed through Owen's mind.
The War God, a legendary entity, had wielded terrifying power, and the Blood of War God was
a sacrificial technique where one offered their own essence blood to summon the projections of those slain by the Spare of War God.
The War God had killed countless powerful enemies. As long as Raymond had enough essence blood, no one could survive the endless assault of these formidable projections.
Sensing Owen's expression shift, Raymond burst into maniacal laughter.
"Now, kneel and surrender!"
However, as soon as the words left his mouth, he saw Owen flash forward, charging at him once again.
"You stubborn fool!"
Raymond's face twisted into a mask of fury. He slashed his arm open with his nails, allowing drops of dark red essence blood to drip onto the Spare of War God.
Ignoring the crimson mist that erupted from the spear, he summoned terrifying silhouettes, each faceless and shrouded in a blood-red glow.
Every one of these figures possessed God King-level strength, the limit of what Raymond could currently manifest.
Although these figures were re projections conjured from his essence blood, they were all beings that had once perished at the hands of the War God, brimming with resentnt, and they fought with power comparable to their pri!
As the first blood-red projection solidified, a second followed, then a third!
Finally, when the fourth God King-level projection erged, Raymond, pale-faced from the loss of essence blood, ceased the summoning.
Owen could contend with a single God King, but what would he do against four?!
"You wasted the chance I gave you!"
Raymond's face was ashen, but his eyes were filled with a fevered light as he stared at Owen.
"The Spare of War God can annihilate any foe!"
"No matter your talent, your unrivaled brilliance!"
"You will beco nothing more than a puppet under my control!"
The Spare of War God could absorb the vitality of others, turning them into puppets.
The stronger Owen was, the more excited Raymond beca!
He wanted to turn Owen into a dog under his command!
As if responding to Raymond's frenzy, the four God King-level blood projections rushed
toward Owen in unison.
Their auras were nearly identical to Raymond's, even slightly stronger.
Though they moved together, each wielded a different terrifying technique, ferociously
attacking.
Owen's eyes narrowed, and suddenly, multiple clones appeared around him.
Although these clones were far weaker than his true body, they greatly outnumbered the four
blood projections.
"You dare use such petty tricks against ? Are you truly out of options?"
Raymond sneered at Owen's use of so sort of clone technique. The clones felt weak,
possessing only half of Owen's original strength.
Against four God King-level projections, they were nothing more than paper tigers.
Using such a technique would only waste Owen's energy in vain.
However, before his derisive grin could fade, he noticed that each of Owen's clones was using
a different thod.
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