The sudden appearance of white mixed with pale red light made John chuckle in relief.
He glanced at the man beside him and breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally, he had shown up; John had started to worry he wouldn't make it.
If that were the case, they would have been in for a real spectacle.
"Good that you've come, if you hadn't arrived soon, we probably would have died here."
John's tension eased, but the relief was so sudden that a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, looking particularly frightening.
Vincent Morgan, on the other hand, seemed unimpressed, giving a cold chuckle while remaining invisible.
"You still know fear, huh? If you hadn't said anything, I would have thought you were naturally fearless, daring to come here all by yourselves. Do you really think because you've become a hero of the alliance, you can do whatever you want?"
Silver Tear and the others also breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the newcomer, even feeling a renewed sense of hope.
Yes, exactly, with Vincent's arrival, it truly felt like they had seen hope.
Vincent is an apocalyptic-tier powerhouse, touted as invincible beneath the semigods!
Now, Alex is merely at a cataclysmic-tier level, and even if it comes to a confrontation, they might not necessarily lose.
Though they might slightly hold back, having the ability to protect themselves is already sufficient.
After all, their efforts are minuscule compared to these titans and hardly matter.
John is a genius and an exception, which is why he wields so much influence.
Upon seeing Vincent appear, Alex's face immediately turned sour, and Maximilian's face twisted grotesquely.
"Vincent Morgan! Vincent Morgan!!"
He screamed frantically, as if only by doing so could he fully vent his inner emotions.
But at this moment, he had no desire to say more; he only felt one thing: he wanted this man dead.
He wanted both the people before him to die here, to wash away the shame of his past!
If there had been some unresolved feelings or intentions to act differently among the three before, now everything had changed.
They hoped to see these two dead before them; they did not want them to continue living.
They must die; only their deaths here could truly comfort them.
All three faces twisted simultaneously, as they spewed a vast amount of white mist from their mouths.
After saying this, Alex took a deep breath, then turned to face John, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
He knew he was already doomed.
From the moment the three of them shared one body, survival was not an option.
But even in death, he had to make it count; he had to take this man down with him.
He might not care about doing things right, he might not take things to heart, but one way or another, he had to make sure this man died.
As he became increasingly enraged, the unsettling white mist in the air also began to thicken.
"Be careful, they seem to really be able to use the power of the dark god."
As John spoke these words, blood continuously trickled from the corner of his mouth, drawing Vincent's gaze repeatedly.
"How did you end up like this?" Vincent asked.
John shook his head, indicating he was alright, but stressed that the priority was to deal with these entities.
Vincent nodded in understanding and promptly erected two shields.
These effortless actions kept the green light at bay without any sign of the shields breaking.
He even extended a shield to protect Silver Tear and the others, ensuring everyone was well-protected.
Seeing this, John couldn't help but reflect inwardly on the stark difference in power.
Although he never liked to admit it, the gap was undeniable and somewhat humbling.
"If I were also at the apocalyptic-tier level, things wouldn't be so difficult right now."
He had many things to do and couldn't afford to let these events affect his emotions, lest he overlook something crucial and truly be doomed.
Alex, seeing his powers fail to breach Vincent's shield, was visibly shaken.
Without hesitation, he unleashed his most powerful skill, unable to accept defeat.
As the proclaimed Godson, how could he possibly lose here?
Surely, he couldn't lose to someone he had defeated before!
Vincent also clearly felt a surge of pressure heading straight for him; his shield was breaking faster than before.
Yet, he remained utterly composed, quietly observing the entity before him—no longer a person, but a monster.
"Alright, you've done enough; let me handle the rest," he said calmly.
A slight smirk tugged at the corners of Vincent's mouth as he began to formulate a different plan in his mind.