Chapter 902: Slay

No time to overthink, Lin An was right before him.

Suppressing the unease in his heart, upon thinking of the reward for killing Lin An, the Third Rank Intermediate entity numbered 4 could not help but launch a fierce attack.

He no longer had the leisure to wonder what tricks that foolish rat was up to!

If you won't flee, then die!

His hand-chop was like an axe.

He, whose hands had become a great axe, instantly unleashed all his spiritual energy and swung down toward Lin An's head.

Spiritual energy ran wild, instantly illuminating the dark underground.

With tremendous force and weight, he was confident this blow would cleave his opponent in two!

Within seconds.

As the great axe bore down, a flash of silver light suddenly sparked; Lin An, whose eerie rising aura seemed to have broken its limit, unleashed the spiritual energy he had been deliberately suppressing.

"Hum!"

"Karmic reversal!"

A temporal force, as substantial as matter, disturbed the surrounding space.

In a life-or-death instant, the axe-man looked over and was shocked to discover that Lin An's aura had suddenly leapt up a rank.

Originally near exhaustion, merely elementary strength, it instantly rose to match his level.

Moreover, the purity of that spiritual energy far exceeded his own.

Not elementary!?

"Demonic Form, Uninterrupted!"

No time to react.

The axe-man slightly opened his mouth, feeling an invisible pressure weigh heavily on his heart.

Lin An's face suddenly bore a black mask, its dense, intricate patterns instantly flooded with blood, and a pair of bat-like dragon wings unfurled, easily shattering the surrounding bedrock.

Brutal, evil.

Compared to the body he controlled, Lin An before him looked even more like a monster.

The pressure doubled, as if the surrounding air had condensed.

With Lin An's power bursting near its limit, he felt his conviction to kill instantly diminish by half.

A strong sense of danger rose again.

"Bang!!"

The hand-axe came down; the shockwave of the tremendous impact, like a tangible force, shattered the surrounding rocks.

The clashing attacks left him dizzy.

A powerful recoil traveled up his arm; the axe-man was astonished to find his all-out strike felt like chopping a great mountain.

Uninjured, under his own overhead blow, the hands transformed into a great axe were firmly seized by Lin An's right hand, unable to move an inch.

That all-out strike, it seemed, had inflicted no harm on Lin An at all.

Muscles tore, his tiger mouth ached.

He stared in disbelief; what blocked his attack was merely a hand wrapped in dark-gold spiritual energy.

"What... what ability is this!?"

"Why is my attack ineffective!?"

He could not fathom why he could not injure Lin An, nor why this rat had turned into such a form.

The axe-man suddenly recalled the words spoken by that Third Rank Advanced.

Suppressing his shock, he could only grit his teeth and prepare to strike again.

But just as he tried to withdraw the axe formed from his palm, he heard a mocking voice laced with killing intent:

"Do you really think I can't kill you?"

"Role reversal."

Instinctively looking over, the axe-man felt his heart suddenly skip.

A near-death threat made him shudder violently.

For no reason, a strong sense of absurdity welled up in his heart.

"Why... am I afraid!?"

"I am a Third Rank Intermediate..."

"The other two could arrive within three seconds at most; even if Lin An's power suddenly surged to my level, theoretically he couldn't instant-kill me..."

"What... am I afraid of!?"

Just as he reconsidered whether to switch to defense,

In an instant, a black ripple swept through his eyes, a vast, boundless fear reaching his soul violently tore apart his consciousness.

Darkness enveloped him; boundless black mist dragged him into the Death God's space.

Within consciousness, infinite fear froze his soul.

Compared to those silver-armored warriors who died directly to the skill in a death match.

Undoubtedly, the axe-man's mental resistance far surpassed his opponent's.

Time seemed to stop; the axe-man, still wavering over whether to defend, suddenly froze and was dragged into another space.

The patterns faded.

Lin An watched the axe-man trembling uncontrollably before the death skill, instantly realizing the opponent was desperately resisting the fear of facing the Death God.

"Relying on this single skill, it seems I can't instant-kill him after all?"

He gave a cold chuckle.

Lin An showed no hesitation, once again frantically activating the spiritual energy that had been filled to the extreme.

Taking advantage of the opponent's inability to control their body, purple Arcane Torrents were generated instantaneously, one after another.

I don't know if the main body sensed the surging threatening spiritual energy, but the axe-wielding man struggling in the Death God Space trembled violently in his real body.

Want to break free from control?

Gripping the sword with both hands, Lin An took a deep breath, his muscles tensed, all his strength gathered in his hand, and he suddenly slashed out.

Destruction!

The sword breath arose, but the underground cavern that could hold two people was instantly expanded by the violent sword breath, as if exploding.

Seizing the moment when the axe-wielding man froze, he slashed out with a sword!

"Pfft!"

The sword tip plunged into the top of the head, and the two individuals' spiritual energies violently collided on their bodies' surfaces.

To be fair, as a Third Rank Intermediate, the axe-wielding man was somewhat cautious; his full spiritual energy merely delayed his death.

Dark red and dark gold spiritual energies began to wear each other out.

In an instant, the intense pain pulled him back to reality.

Unable to adjust his mind from extreme terror, the axe-wielding man horrifiedly discovered that his head was almost about to be split in half.

Pain, too painful!

The sword breath, continuously triggering various effects, suppressed him to the point of unbearable discomfort.

If not for the fact that the same rank cannot produce a crushing effect, he would even suspect that the rules contained in this sword could instantly kill him.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Pain, unwillingness.

Why is he so strong!? I'm also a Third Rank Intermediate!

Unable to think, he could only frantically activate his spiritual energy, constantly wearing down that sword.

In less than 0.5 seconds, the Cain's Blade, filled with violent sword breath, hovering above his head, had already crushed the flesh on his face into powder.

His entire face was further mangled by the collision of spiritual energies beyond recognition.

The skull was exposed, revealing the fragile brain structure.

If not for all the spiritual energy in his body rushing to the attacked area to desperately resist,

this sword could crush his head without any defense!

Exerting all his strength, at this moment he no longer dared to look down on Lin An.

Both being Third Rank, in a single exchange he could only think about how to survive!

He must not let that sword strike down, otherwise he would surely die!

Originally he thought three seconds was extremely short, but now the axe-wielding man felt that his teammates were simply moving at a turtle's pace.

He noticed the Arcane Torrents gathering around Lin An, obviously waiting for his spiritual energy to be depleted by more than half before directly exploding his body, leaving him no chance to survive.

So ruthless!

He didn't care about face, nor about much else.

He let out a sharp cry, his remaining eye widened in horror as he watched the sword blade press down inch by inch, his mental power frantically sending out information:

"Save me!!"