Everyone gritted their teeth, desperately unleashing their skills, but they simply couldn't withstand the massive force of the attack!
The level disparity was just too great.
To them, the opponent was like a crushing force!
Yet no one gave up, nor did anyone think of leaving.
If they truly left today, the only thing awaiting them would be certain death.
"As expected, you elves are no good, it looks like it's up to me!"
A hearty laugh echoed from behind, followed by a small figure stepping forward, wielding a hammer.
Was it Old Nick?
And Wayne.
Old Nick's beard quivered as he glanced at John, who was fervently casting spells with a face turning pale, and chuckled softly.
He wanted to pat John on the shoulder but awkwardly withdrew his hand because he was just a bit too short...
Abby let out a soft laugh.
Old Nick seemed about to say something more, but his face turned red, and he huffed,
"What are you laughing at? You can't even handle this piece of trash, and you're laughing?"
Positioned slightly higher, only John heard this exchange between the few of them.
Trash?
Though John was profoundly shocked internally, his hands did not stop moving.
To them, a semigod-tier powerhouse was just trash?
What kind of strength did they possess? What kind of people were they?
John suddenly remembered when he had tried to look up information about Abby and Old Nick previously, all he had found were three question marks.
Now, recalling those question marks, he suspected they meant something quite different from what he had imagined...
"Do you still think you're the Nick of old?"
Abby said slowly, yet a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.
Her normally porcelain-like face was now adorned with this splash of red, which oddly didn't seem out of place but rather added to her striking beauty.
It was as if she was born to be this stunning, born to captivate.
"It's just that we're sealed now. Back in the day, these things wouldn't even be enough for us to crush with one finger!"
"Alright, step aside, don't burn up the last bit of strength you have left!"
Old Nick seemed somewhat displeased and pushed Abby to the back with a rough motion.
Although his gesture was brusque, John understood clearly that it was meant to stop Abby from using up her own strength.
Though John didn't know exactly what Abby had done, he could see that she seemed to be burning her own life force.
It wasn't just the trees that were being consumed; more critically, it might be Abby's very vitality.
His hands trembled slightly, unsure of what to say or think.
"Wayne, let these people see what the strength of a dwarf really is!"
Thunder continuously crashed down.
The corpses of the surrounding monsters were obliterated early on, leaving nothing but large craters in history.
Everyone was dumbstruck by the spectacle before them, as if witnessing the wrath of deities!
This was beyond mortal power!
This was divine! The power of gods!
The power of nature!
A force that none of them could match!
John was also very surprised.
He had not expected that the old blacksmith, who usually enjoyed drinking and occasionally worked the forge, would unleash such tremendous power at this moment.
He could see that the gap between Wayne and Old Nick's powers was vast.
Yet, together, their combined forces summoned the thunder of the heavens!
Even then, he felt the power of control in the space tremble.
With a sudden inspiration, he mingled some of his own power of control with the thunder.
Since none of them could defeat the semigod-tier powerhouse alone, why not let those who could, do the fighting?
Old Nick seemed to notice something too, and once again struck forcefully at the void in front of him.
A massive force poured out again, forming a stark contrast with Alastair's power.
On one side was the majestic thunder from the heavens, on the other, a power filled with malice.
John suddenly sensed keenly that if this continued, Alastair would surely not be able to hold out for long!
After all, in his understanding, the might of thunder was inherently a bane to such evil spirits!
Furthermore, Alastair was not a born semigod but had been artificially elevated by the power of control!
This meant that in the face of the power of control, he was inherently at a disadvantage!
Thus, John knew instantly what he needed to do—continue to infuse his power of control into the thunder!
Each release of power was a huge drain for Alastair!
Old Nick's complexion turned ghastly pale at a visibly rapid pace.
Although John didn't know exactly who Old Nick was, he understood that the so-called seals were no trivial matter.
So, whatever the case, he must resolve this situation while it was still within his control.
Boom!
Wave after wave of skills clashed, exploding like fireworks before everyone's eyes.
The skills burst into a moment of brilliant light.
Yet, no one dared to look.
All they thought about was unleashing one more skill.
Just one more skill, even if it could only slightly disrupt the opposing forces.
That would be their victory.