John and Dark Fox, among others, fixed their gazes on Rean, their alertness heightened to the utmost.
Rean's skull had vanished, revealing a writhing black brain inside his head.
A pungent, sickening stench wafted from it, making those who slled it gag, their throats churning with nausea.
It was hard to believe that this was once a living person.
No, he could no longer be considered human.
This being had transford into a monster.
"Damn Shadowcloud! Damn Victor! Damn, damn, all of you deserve to die!"
Rean's voice, filled with venomous curses, sounded as if it emanated from the deepest pits of hell.
If not for these individuals, his plans would not have failed.
Had Rean not resorted to forbidden magic in ti, transforming himself into a creature of the underworld realm, he would have already perished under Shadowcloud's Godslayer Blade!
However, now was not the ti for grievances.
As long as he could survive, he would find ways to exact his vengeance later.
Rean's eye sockets, devoid of eyes, rely glanced coldly at John and the others before he diverted his gaze.
Then, thick black mists began to emanate from him once more.
Rean showed no interest in engaging them.
Currently, his priority was to escape this place, as lingering here posed too great a risk, and he could not afford to waste ti on these "insects."
Rean was well aware that once Victor and the others snapped to their senses, they would certainly co after him with intent to kill.
In his current state, if Victor and his allies managed to catch up, death was almost guaranteed.
As Rean's head transford into a wisp of black smoke and soared into the air, so breathed a sigh of relief, while others, like John, furrowed their brows.
John's keen senses picked up on Rean's abnormal state, coupled with the recent tumult within Stellarburg.
He surmised that Rean was likely severely injured, hence his haste to flee.
Otherwise, given the enmity between the Dusk Sect and Hidden Stars, Rean would not have let them off so easily.
John's eyes flickered with determination, his mind racing.
In the blink of an eye, he made his decision.
Rean could not be allowed to escape so easily! Even if it ant only holding him off for a mont, perhaps that would be enough to capture him.
At this mont, John did not consider the possibility of dying here.
He felt compelled to take action.
Taking a deep breath, John's eyes swiftly lded purple thunder and red flas.
A blazing white light spear materialized in his hand in rely the duration of a breath.
"Blazing Light Spear!"
The spear, ablaze with white flas, seed to flow like liquid, encapsulating an imnsely terrifying power.
Simultaneously, a rich crimson aura rose from John's body.
His aura suddenly turned wildly ferocious, his vital energy boiling like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
"Gold Mail Armor!"
"Bloodthirst!"
"Berserk!"
...
One after another, amplifying skills were rapidly activated, John's presence skyrocketing like a rocket, multiplying in re monts to an incredibly fearso level.
Gripping the Blazing Light Spear tightly, he swung his arm, his muscles tensed like a tightly drawn bowstring.
John's focus was unwavering, his eyes seemingly fixated on the rapidly fleeing skull.
The next mont, his pupils narrowed.
Now!
"Boom!"
The ground beneath John's feet shattered as he hurled the Blazing Light Spear with all his might, the air exploding with a thunderous roar.
The spear streaked across the sky, a trail of light like an unstoppable teor, shooting towards Rean with unparalleled ferocity.
Rean, initially preoccupied with thoughts of escape, sensed sothing amiss and his expression instantly darkened.
Without any superfluous movent, his skull swiftly dodged to one side.
"Whoosh!"
A light spear, carrying imnse destructive power, barely grazed past his ear.
The violent wind howled.
Rean's expression turned icy cold.
He glanced back, his hollow eyes seeming to perceive the scene behind him.
When his gaze fell on John and his black mask, Rean's expression twisted into one of imnse rage.
These Hidden Stars bastards, seeing him wounded, had the audacity to attack him, even a newcor!
Rean's heart was filled with humiliation.
As the dignified Dusk Archbishop, a World-Annihilator level powerhouse, now even a Hidden Stars newcor dared to disregard him.
Indeed, every last one of the Hidden Stars deserved death!
By then, Dark Fox and the others had also co to their senses.
They knew they couldn't let Rean escape so easily.
Otherwise, who knew what disaster he might cause next ti!
"Attack together!" Albertus roared, his body erupting with Gold Flash.
Behind him materialized an imposing eight-ard Radiant Visage, exuding undeniable majesty.
rging with the divine effigy, he boldly charged towards Rean's head.
Dark Fox, too, drew her staff, rapidly chanting incantations.
A dark fla, brimming with a destructive aura, appeared around her.
Subsequently, a nine-tailed dark fox, spanning over a dozen ters in length, materialized before her.
This creature, likely Dark Fox's contract creature, possessed intelligent eyes and a sleek body, its agile form surrounded by clusters of dark flas, resembling dark clouds.
Its black fur was stunningly beautiful, embodying both elegance and a mysterious danger.
Upon its appearance, the nine-tailed fox transford into a beam of black light, hurtling towards Rean with unmatched speed.
anwhile, Dark Fox continued her spellcasting from behind, launching relentless dark fla attacks at Rean in an attempt to slow his escape.
Their skills, upon hitting Rean, were repelled by the dense black miasma surrounding him.
Although their attacks inflicted no significant harm, they greatly hindered his attempt to flee.
Rean dodged their assaults with decreasing speed, more than halving his pace.
"You bunch of insects! Get out of my way!" Rean bellowed in frustration and rage.
These fools, daring to confront him, would have been obliterated by a re breath in his pri, leaving no trace behind of these detestable Hidden Stars mbers.
Initially, he had no intention of striking back, yet these people seed unwilling to let him go.
Did they truly believe that his injuries rendered him as vulnerable as an ant, ready to be crushed at their whim?
Rean, with lethal intent, declared, "You're seeking your own deaths!"
Following this, his hollow eyes suddenly began to seep a black liquid.
This liquid, emitting a vile stench, left no doubt in anyone's mind that even the slightest touch would result in utter annihilation.
Then, the black liquid suspended mid-air rapidly ford into several arrows, shooting towards John and the others at a swift pace.
The velocity of these black arrows wasn't particularly fast.
John, quick as lightning, easily dodged the initial assault.
However, his brow furrowed soon after.
John realized that these black arrows could autonomously track their target, relentlessly following him regardless of his evasive maneuvers.
It was as if he had been locked onto by so unseen force.
Pondering his next move, John concluded that he might have to withstand the attack using an artifact.
Seeing Rean about to escape, he hesitated no longer, pulling out the Blackrock Shield Array that Albertus had recently provided him, and activated it without delay.
A flash of black light vanished as quickly as it appeared.
Patterns swiftly erged on the ground, and soon, a shell-like Blackrock Shield Array enveloped John.
A thud echoed as the black arrows struck the shield.
The dark shield flickered intensely for a mont but quickly stabilized.
John internally acknowledged, indeed, Rean's strength had significantly diminished; his attacks couldn't even penetrate the Blackrock Shield Array.
John glanced towards Albertus, Dark Fox, Silver Tear, and the others, noting that they were all dodging the persistent black arrows.
He imdiately called out loudly to them, "Gather towards ." They hesitated for a mont but, upon seeing the Blackrock Shield Array, their faces lit up, and without any delay, they quickly moved towards John.
With the threat of the black arrows nullified, John did not stay within the Blackrock Shield Array.
A thought crossed his mind, and a blood-red light illuminated from behind him.
Soon after, a pair of large red wings unfurled behind him, exuding an eerie and formidable aura.
"Wing of Blood!"
This was an equipnt skill of the Blood Mask, and it was John's first ti using it.
He tested the wings and found them incredibly intuitive to control, as natural as if they were his own.
Seeing Rean's head getting further away, John did not hesitate.
His eyes were sharp, a cyan light erged around him, and with a fierce flap of his blood-red wings, his figure transford into a streak of blood light, charging towards Rean with the speed of thunder.
At this mont, Rean was seeking a way to escape.
He had already sensed Victor's aura approaching rapidly; he could not afford any more delays.
But as he turned, Rean saw a streak of blood light rushing towards him.
It was John, blade in hand.
Feeling the aura that was, at most, gold-tier, a spasm twitched across Rean's monstrous face.
He genuinely couldn't understand.
Hidden Stars paid them just a few thousand federal coins a month; why on earth were they risking their lives like this?
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