Chapter 824: Final Battle 1

0「Boom!! 」

「Boom!! 」

Silver snakes danced like electricity, arm-thick plasma like twisted white silk poured down wildly.

Like Judgment Hell, the vast battlefield was shrouded in a silver electric net.

Under Lin An's spiritual lock, each bolt of lightning spanning the sky, like precision-guided munitions, slammed hard onto the Awakened Ones' heads.

No time to utter a single scream.

As the fastest attack means in skill techniques and even in nature, none can escape.

Highly compressed plasma burst forth with over seventeen thousand degrees heat, scorching the air.

Rich meat aroma mixed with the burnt smell of gas dissociation quickly spread.

Targeted elimination.

Each time Lin An Blinked beside a willpower-system Awakened One, it brought a death-like bombardment.

Not that they didn't want to stop Lin An, but in the face of instant movement, any Awakened One trying to block him, after barely forming an encirclement, found Lin An Blink away effortlessly the next second.

At this point, the Awakened Ones on the entire battlefield finally realized in despair.

Andre, you were right.

Lin An could toy with them like dogs just by using his Blink skill.

Without preemptively sealing space, they would forever only be on the receiving end of blows.

They vastly underestimated the qualitative leap of Blink combined with Lin An's strength.

"How many more times can he instant‑move?!"

"Wasn't it said spatial techniques consume huge amounts?!"

Gritted teeth.

A tall man who had just led a squad of Awakened Ones to Lin An's side looked somewhat collapsed at the figure that Blinked away again.

His squad, all members mastered the sealing skill.

However, squads like his, tasked with intercepting Lin An by order, were countless, yet none could touch that monster.

A bitter smile, feeling stifled, the churning anger in his chest almost made him vomit blood.

Even if they wanted to trade their lives to hold Lin An, they needed Lin An to give them a chance.

Man moves, thunder moves.

In less than half a minute, Lin An swiftly killed his way into the Alliance core.

Relying on a thunderstorm like heavenly punishment, large numbers of Awakened Ones died miserably one after another at his hands.

Moreover, the accumulating mental storm, like a real storm, condensed into a tangible entity.

Like a tornado striking, the chaotic, violent mental surge shook the protective shield above, making it tremble.

Piercing psychic blue light rubbed against the shield's edge.

Weak Awakened Ones who brushed against that quasi‑substantial storm turned to fragments in their wails, merging into the storm.

Red, black—their deaths added only a cruel bloody hue to the storm, otherwise meaningless.

He frowned slightly.

After instantly killing the nearest Awakened One with a single strike, Lin An glanced at the blue protective shield above.

Although this layer of shield could not block his attack, it could weaken it considerably.

In the rehearsal, the idea of relying on the mental storm to instantly kill en masse was not realized.

Except for some low‑attribute Awakened Ones who would be torn apart instantly, most people merely suffered heavy injuries.

Due to a lack of energy "supply" from the dead, his recovery could barely keep up with consumption.

After all, there were simply too many Awakened Ones on the battlefield... the kind that could still be revived.

"Control him!"

"Scatter! Scatter ah ah!!"

Unlike Lin An, who still complained his killing efficiency was too low.

Seeing Lin An suddenly appear before them, the nearby commander was on the verge of collapse.

Too fast, too fast!

Unstoppable Lin An almost slaughtered them with an invincible posture.

After activating his domain, under its spreading suppressive force, Lin An was like a tiger among sheep, his attributes crushing; each strike brought forth a vast white light of death.

Moreover.

Whenever an Awakened One prepared to unleash a high‑damage skill, he always sensed it as if foreknowing.

At a glance, the thunderstorm overhead slammed down, turning the opponent into a charred corpse.

If not dead, the lightning with its high temperature, pressure, paralysis, and a host of nauseating effects could easily cripple the opponent.

Especially upon realizing Lin An was deliberately attacking psychic-system Awakened Ones, the commanders of all sides felt their hearts bleed.

Psychic-system Awakened Ones are not only the few capable of instant‑cast attacks, but also the liaison points among Awakened Ones.

In the melee, wanting to lock onto Lin An for a group attack is impossible without them.

But Lin An obviously realized this as well.

Leaving many other types unharmed, even if it meant taking damage, he had to kill the target that posed the greatest threat to him.

The meaning was clear: he wanted to wipe them out in one fell swoop!

How terrifying!

If they didn't still have revival counts, they would have to collapse right now.

"Boom! Bang!!"

The storm swept across, a mental storm mixed with countless corpses ravaged the battlefield.

That protective shield, once seen as a trump card, now wavered on the brink of collapse.

That... was a protective shield capable of blocking hundreds of attacks...

Hearing the transforming sound overhead, all Awakened Ones felt their scalps go numb.

It was not just the feeling from the surging electricity, but also a true reflection of their inner selves.

If Andre had not activated the defensive shield in advance, they could scarcely imagine how to withstand this mental storm.

"How can it be this strong!!"

"How on earth did he manage this?!"

Concealed at the rear of the battlefield, several North American high‑level officials desperately propped up a stone‑like prop.

That was a soul stone that blocked mental detection.

Lin An's performance truly gave them a tremendous shock.

They never imagined that Awakened Ones could become this strong, to the point of overturning their worldview.

This is far beyond a Second‑Level peak; even an Awakened One who has broken through to Third Rank in a death match cannot compare to Lin An by even a hair.

After‑the‑fact fear, regret.

I had thought the Neutral Alliance or other war zones were our true enemies, but I never expected...

Lin An, whom we originally did not take seriously, turned out to be our greatest enemy.

It's not their fault.

Even an ordinary person, no matter how highly they estimated Lin An's strength, could not have imagined this scene.

Guarded at the core, Andre stared fixedly at the figure that kept leaping and swooping across the battlefield.

"It's his strength, exactly breaking through the critical point."

"His extraordinary defensive power grants him the ability to charge into battle."

"Below Third Rank, hardly anyone can break through his defense—it's like the gap between 0 and 1, or 1 and 2."

"If our Awakened Ones' damage were even slightly higher, he would be instantly killed."

Watching Lin An charge into the crowd and unleash the Soul Shriek again.

Andre couldn't help but frown:

"His recovery ability is also strange; it seems he can absorb the energy of the dead."

"This allows him to unleash skills at a hundred times the efficiency of an ordinary Awakened One."

"Unlike us, who consume our own spiritual power when fighting."

"Each time he kills someone, he can recover once. This situation..."

"The more people there are, the stronger he becomes..."

Analyzing point by point, listening to Andre's rational analysis, everyone felt only growing dread.

This sounds just like a boss.