The monster's HP was nearly depleted, but not a single person dared to relax.
They all knew that this moment was the most perilous.
John had previously mentioned that this creature possessed divine power.
If the monster still had a trump card up its sleeve, one careless mistake could lead to their complete annihilation.
Isabella's expression turned extremely serious, as if she was observing something intently.
Amelia leaped into the air and brought her blade down hard on the monster's back.
A massive damage number appeared, and a deep, bone-revealing wound was left on the monster's back.
Roar!
The monster roared in pain.
At the same time, everyone noticed that its eyes were turning increasingly red.
Its body also began to twist and distort, no longer resembling anything human.
Previously, though terrifying, it still had a human shape, but now it was entirely different.
John keenly observed that all the monster's stats were rising sharply.
If it completed its transformation, the only thing awaiting them would be death.
They had to seize this moment, this one and only chance!
"Attack with everything you've got!" John shouted.
Everyone gritted their teeth and unleashed their most powerful skills at the monster.
Isabella cast another fire-based skill, instantly igniting the green mucus on the monster's body.
Under normal circumstances, the monster would have let out a piercing scream, but now it stood there quietly, seemingly indifferent.
Meanwhile, the monster's HP was rapidly decreasing.
10%!
8%!
5%!
Everyone's nerves were stretched to the limit, yet even as the HP approached zero, there was no reaction.
Just as everyone started to believe there wouldn't be any major issues, a sudden incident occurred!
The monster suddenly began to shout madly and pounded the ground with immense force.
The earth began to tremble violently, causing several fissures to open up.
John watched in horror as a priest fell into one of these fissures and was instantly consumed.
The monster stood frozen, as if paused, but the fog was growing thicker.
John noticed the source of the fog was the wooden statue on the ground.
"Attack the wooden statue with all your might! Smash it to pieces!" John shouted with all his strength.
Isabella and Archibald, standing beside the platform, instantly understood.
Without hesitation, they ran to the platform and located the statue among the wood debris.
As they reached out to touch the wooden statue, a wave of dizziness overwhelmed them.
It felt as if countless voices were whispering in their ears, muddling their minds.
Isabella bit the tip of her tongue, trying to regain clarity, but the pain only temporarily cleared her head before the strange influence clouded her thoughts again.
The voices urged them to kill John, promising them everything they desired if they obeyed.
They were told that this world was ultimately ruled by the divine being, and to gain its favor, they needed to eliminate John.
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John clearly saw thick black smoke emanating from the wooden statue.
This smoke insidiously infiltrated Archibald and Isabella, who instantly froze in place, their faces contorted with pain and struggle, as if battling an internal foe.
John recalled hearing voices when he had approached the wooden statue earlier.
It seemed this so-called dark god used these means to infect people.
He felt a piercing gaze fixed intently on him.
Glancing at the monster, he noticed its eyes had turned a deep, bloody red, staring at him as if ready to bleed the next second.
Simultaneously, John felt his HP dropping even faster—only 40 seconds left! The rate of HP loss per second had become terrifying.
He also felt his mind beginning to haze.
The black smoke in the air was becoming thicker, its impact on them increasingly severe.
No, this couldn't continue.
He took a deep breath, slowly regained control of his emotions, and calmed himself down.
He began to search for a vulnerability in the monster in front of him.
But time was running out—only 35 seconds remained.
The black fog in the air thickened even more.
It seemed an inescapable situation; the only option was to destroy the wooden statue!
John gritted his teeth and charged towards the wooden statue.
But at that moment, the monster moved! It sprinted towards John, its tendrils wildly growing and twisting behind him, as if about to completely immobilize him on the spot.
John twisted his body, dodging one of the tendrils, and continued to run forward.