Even before this mont, they had already realized that they were far more formidable than before.
If there had been any fear in their hearts initially, it was completely dispelled now upon witnessing their newfound strength.
That alone was enough for them.
As long as they exerted enough effort, they would surely annihilate their enemies, and that would be their ultimate victory.
John didn't hesitate; he quickly left, sensing other forces in pursuit.
Vulture was relentlessly following him; there was no shaking him off.
John knew that in this place, anyone with the help of the power of heaven was bound to overpower him.
Though he had so help from a fragnt of the rules, it was just a fraction at this mont.
Currently, 50% of the power of heaven remained neutral, with only 5% on his side, while the rest was with Vulture.
Thinking of this, his expression grew stern; he knew he had to prepare.
And this preparation was not just any kind; it was preparing for the worst.
Vulture was eager to kill him right then, and he had to escape.
Moreover, he had a contingency in place, though he was unsure when it would co into play.
"Stop running and fight fair and square. Who knows, I might even leave you a whole corpse," Vulture sneered, unapologetically taunting.
Without any hesitation, John sped forward.
Faster, even faster.
He needed to be quicker to escape this place alive.
He didn't understand why Vulture, who hadn't seed so threatening before, now suddenly felt overwhelmingly oppressive.
What was this all about?
But now wasn't the ti to ponder—he felt a massive shockwave hit him from the right rear.
Boom!
In an instant, the force uncontrollably hurled him several ters away.
Even then, he felt his blood surge violently, gritting his teeth tightly.
Yet, despite this, he didn't give up but instead began to prepare his counterattack.
If it was about surrendering without a fight, that was sothing he would never willingly do, nor would he ever let go easily.
As John prepared to strike back, Vulture chuckled coldly.
This man really didn't know when to die, daring to retaliate against him.
But that was fine; it wouldn't be interesting if soone gave up too soon, would it?
It was only fun when he could still play with his opponent a bit, let him think he had a fighting chance—that was when Vulture felt most confident.
anwhile, John keenly sensed sothing around him growing rapidly.
The sapling-like mark on his arm began to itch and ache.
Initially, it was just a small sensation on his forearm, but it gradually extended to his shoulder.
He clenched his teeth hard, trying not to show any other emotions.
He always felt this power was not harmful to him, but now its growth was causing so undesirable effects.
For instance, constantly resisting the impact of this power ant he had to grit his teeth and endure.
If the person behind him noticed any hint of this, it would an exposing a vulnerability!
Simultaneously, he felt the Heart of Dwarf on his chest growing hotter, as if sothing was faintly reminding him.
No, this wasn't right.
The Heart of Dwarf was only supposed to enhance ntal resistance.
Why was it suddenly alerting him here? Could it be that there was sothing he didn't know?
"You know, I actually admire your courage. To dare co and challenge in this place," Vulture sneered, not speaking further, just silently watching John as if he were looking at a dead man.
John stepped back, planning to buy ti to see what this mark was trying to do.
After all, since obtaining that piece of the secret realm, he had never fully understood its origin.
It was said to be obtainable only in the Godforsaken Land, a place far too remote for him, so he had to search for other clues himself!
Now that these things were finally reacting, he had to seize this opportunity; perhaps he might discern sothing significant.
"Everyone else has been suppressed, why haven't you? And why does your strength seem even greater?"
John intentionally posed this question, knowing Vulture was feeling quite complacent and would surely respond.
True to form, upon hearing this, Vulture couldn't help but laugh heartily, his eyes filled with mockery as he looked at John.
"Because this is my power, it truly makes strong enough. Don't think just because you defeated once outside that you can do whatever you want."
A look of smug satisfaction spread across Vulture's face as he sneered and released another massive orb of light.
John could see that the massive orb was indeed a thunderball ford from concentrated lightning.
The sizzling sound of electricity made the air around them seem to twist and distort in an instant.
If he were to be struck by this orb, the only thing awaiting him would be becoming a charred corpse.
It was clear that this man had been greatly enhanced, and his existence was completely different from what John had imagined.
John dared not agree and instead erected several shields in front of him, but he could already feel that these shields were utterly useless against this man.
His power was now mingled with a trace of the power of heaven, so no matter how hard John tried, these efforts were just like a thin sheet of paper to him.
Yet, John didn't relent but instead forcefully unleashed his own skills.
Vulture sneered upon seeing John daring to retaliate.
"Truly overestimating your own abilities! A creature not knowing the danger it's in!"
Boom!
Vulture also swung his staff, launching another skill.
When the two skills collided, they erupted into a fierce explosion and a brilliant flash of light.
For a mont, John felt a blinding white light before his eyes and almost couldn't resist closing them.
But he forcefully held back, knowing that closing his eyes now would expose a weakness.
In the battles between the strong, even a single mont should not show any retreat.
That would be the most fatal flaw for them!
Yet John sheathed his staff and once again drew out the Bloodthirsty Blade.
Seizing the opportunity, he charged towards the source of the explosion with the enormous shockwave.
He was very clear in his mind; the burst of light was a distraction for him, but it was equally a distraction for Vulture.
This ant it was an opportunity, a perfect one at that.
If he could take down his opponent now, the rest of the tribe would pose no concern.
Indeed, Vulture was not prepared for the two skills to collide and create such a massive explosion, and his vision was completely compromised.
Firmly gritting his teeth, he tried not to reveal any weaknesses, but the next second, he heard the whistling sound of an attack aid at his neck.
His eyes widened in shock, and he instinctively tried to dodge backward, but it was already too late.
His opponent's speed was so fast that there was nowhere to hide!
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