Chapter 92: Chapter92-Blocking Rean

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 smelled 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 transformed 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 time, transforming himself into a creature of the underworld realm, he would have already perished under Shadowcloud's Godslayer Blade!

However, now was not the time for grievances.

As long as he could survive, he would find ways to exact his vengeance later.

Rean's eye sockets, devoid of eyes, merely 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 time on these "insects."

Rean was well aware that once Victor and the others snapped to their senses, they would certainly come 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 transformed into a wisp of black smoke and soared into the air, some 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 meant only holding him off for a moment, perhaps that would be enough to capture him.

At this moment, John did not consider the possibility of dying here.

He felt compelled to take action.

Taking a deep breath, John's eyes swiftly melded purple thunder and red flames.

A blazing white light spear materialized in his hand in merely the duration of a breath.

"Blazing Light Spear!"

The spear, ablaze with white flames, seemed to flow like liquid, encapsulating an immensely 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!"

"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 mere breath in his prime, leaving no trace behind of these detestable Hidden Stars members.

Initially, he had no intention of striking back, yet these people seemed 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 formed 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 some 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 emerged 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 moment 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 immediately called out loudly to them, "Gather towards me." They hesitated for a moment 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 equipment skill of the Blood Mask, and it was John's first time 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 emerged around him, and with a fierce flap of his blood-red wings, his figure transformed into a streak of blood light, charging towards Rean with the speed of thunder.

At this moment, 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?