It was unclear whether it was intentional, but Vincent’s shot not only pierced through Alex’s forehead but continued to hit the face of Maximilian at the back of his head.
Fang Qingshan began to scream in agony, and Rean behind him also seemed to be overwhelmed by the pain, with all three screaming and yelling incessantly.
The air was filled with waves of sonic attacks.
If they didn’t know that these vile entities had no other capabilities, they probably would have been nauseated by now.
The white mist in the air was stirred by the sound waves, forming ripples that looked unusually mesmerizing.
However, John knew that the more beautiful these phenomena appeared, the more dangerous they actually became.
These entities were not as simple as they seemed.
If they were to be contaminated by them, who knows what other unexpected effects might occur.
They exchanged glances and once again unleashed their most powerful strikes.
Then, focusing on Alex’s direction, they closed their eyes and reopened them the next second.
Godslayer Shot!
John gripped the Bloodthirsty Blade in his hands.
Godslayer Blade!
Boom!
In that instant, two formidable powers cleaved towards Alex.
Alex’s pupils dilated with sheer terror, but escape was impossible; he was now locked in by two immensely powerful forces.
This meant that if he truly wanted to escape, his only option would be a desperate bid for survival by amputating his limb, but it was too late for that.
His arm had already been severed, and the three individuals had merged into one entity that couldn’t survive much longer.
In this dire situation, Alex chose to make a final stand.
Instead of dodging or shielding himself, Alex knelt on the ground, seemingly using his own blood to draw something.
The two forces hurtled towards him with incredible speed, but Alex was quicker!
Beneath his feet, a hexagram was rapidly drawn, and in an instant, both powers struck him simultaneously.
Boom!
In that moment, Alex was cleaved in two, his blood spilling grotesquely across the ground.
However, the hexagram he had drawn began to slowly emanate a black and red glow.
John recognized this glow all too well, and his pupils widened in that instant.
This was a sacrifice!
Here it came again, that revolting feeling.
His hands trembled involuntarily, struggling to maintain control.
John was overwhelmed by a nameless irritation rising from deep within him, feeling like he was about to shatter everything the next second.
He wanted nothing more than to destroy it all, believing that only such an act could bring him a sense of relief.
Yet, he forcibly restrained himself.
Now that this entity had begun its summoning, it had to be driven back!
Otherwise, if this so-called god were to truly descend upon this world, they would all surely die.
He could distinctly feel that this power was unlike any before, possibly the actual might of a deity.
He gritted his teeth so hard that his gums were nearly bleeding.
Beside him, Vincent felt almost dazed, as if his head had been forcefully struck by a hammer, making his breathing irregular.
He shook his head vigorously, trying to stabilize his emotions, but it was futile.
It seemed as though countless tendrils were entwining him from the air, making even his movements feel sticky.
They saw the black mist within the hexagram growing denser, thickening as if it were about to coalesce into something solid, with a spectral figure slowly emerging within the hexagram.
It was truly about to be summoned.
No, absolutely not, this cannot continue any longer.
What if something unforeseen happens? As the only one endowed with divine power, I must not allow this to occur.
Gritting his teeth, John forcefully broke free from the black mist’s grasp and charged forward.
Vincent, witnessing John’s actions, his pupils dilated in shock, looking at him as if he were insane.
"Have you lost your mind? Get back here!"
The energy of the black mist was overwhelmingly powerful; even Vincent, an apocalyptic-tier awakener, dared not charge into it, and John was only a gold-tier.
As John stepped into the black mist, he distinctly felt its corrosive effect on his body.
But soon, the emergence of the mist seemed to slow down; indeed, his resistance was having an effect.
He could clearly feel the divine power within him churning rapidly, striving to fend off the black mist.
But it wasn’t enough! Far from enough.
Perhaps a higher level might have made a difference, but as it stood, he couldn’t manage.
Soon, the black mist began to coil around John’s ankles, making him feel as though he was trapped in a quagmire.
The sensation was utterly revolting.