Chapter 916: Four Gods Bestow Blessings

Ah!

Aiken's body shivered, and the searing heart pain made him let out a painful roar.

Ouluoyin's combat experience is so rich that few in the world can match it; after a single thrust pierces an enemy, there is no pause, and on the blade lodged in Aiken's body erupts strands of sword qi as fine as hair, like razor blades, shredding his internal organs into mush.

If it were another foe, even a Saint Rank strongman would instantly be reduced to nothing.

Yet Aiken seemed completely unfazed.

His body merged with the Moka Armor, both externally and internally equally indestructible, and his organs are no longer a weak point.

Seeing the move fail, Ouluoyin immediately exerted force on his hand, lifting the Cross Longsword upward, attempting to cleave Aiken in two.

The Cross Longsword moved only a little before it got stuck.

At this moment Aiken's will had hardened like steel; ignoring the sword lodged in his body, his right hand swung the Regicide Sword around, slashing straight at the nearby Ouluoyin.

Slash!

With a booming crack, the crimson greatsword was blocked by the White Wood Staff.

The seemingly fragile wooden staff was unbelievably hard; the Regicide Sword, imbued with Aiken's full-force strike, cut the staff, yet only a negligible nick was made.

What surprised Aiken even more was the power of the Holy Soul Wizard before him.

His strength had already reached the mortal limit, a full Level 20, and each strike in battle could unleash over ten times that power; among the Nethif tribe, even the strength‑renowned Chosen Champion could not withstand his full-force blow.

And this wizard accomplished it with ease!

Is he truly a wizard?

A quick thought flashed through Aiken's mind: when gathering Lei En's information, the term 'combat wizard'—an extremely unique transcendent profession—was mentioned, and he instantly understood.

This is another combat wizard.

And the founder of combat wizards, Ouluoyin * Misi Langdier!

As realization dawned in Aiken's mind, his actions remained unchanged; he let out a low roar, the Regicide Sword's blade instantly turning red, an ancient Baro Flame Demon phantom materializing, and the sword emitting a terrifying heat capable of incinerating everything.

The two were still testing strength, less than a meter apart.

Ouluoyin's beard instantly ignited, and the spot where the White Wood Staff met the sword blade was burned into a black notch.

The staff emitted crackling sounds, spewing black smoke, as if it could collapse at any moment.

Ouluoyin's complexion shifted slightly.

He decisively leapt, kicking at Aiken, intending to use the momentum to pull out the Cross Longsword; Aiken timely blocked with his Thousand-Throat Demon Shield, the kick landing on the shield—insufficient to cause lethal damage but enough to provide leverage, allowing him to yank out the Cross Longsword.

The longsword had just been drawn when Ouluoyin's figure flickered and vanished.

Almost in the next instant, the Regicide Sword descended, its crimson flame blade cleaving space; the world above seemed split in two, the sword light surged outward hundreds of meters, sweeping up twenty‑five fireball formations flying in a line, triggering an earth‑shaking explosion.

And that wasn't all—the tip of the flame sword light enveloped Anxiwodasi.

Aiken's world‑shaking sword not only saved himself, but also halted the incoming fireball barrage and even counter‑attacked the greatest threat, Anxiwodasi!

As the sword cut, he instantly triggered spatial freezing, binding Anxiwodasi and preventing him from evading the blade's light.

However, Anxiwodasi showed no intention of dodging.

Boom!

On his Akus Holy Staff, the massive violet‑red crystal at its center burst into a fiery halo, a constant Nine-ring Technique — Ashen Ring. Within the halo, the frozen space melted instantly like snow, and the sword light entering the fire ring detonated prematurely.

A hair's breadth makes a world of difference.

Anxiwodasi was a dozen meters from the blast center; despite the terrifying power, it was a waning force for him, the shockwave easily nullified by the Ashen Ring.

He hovered half a meter above the ground, unmoving, clearly having anticipated this outcome, not even glancing at the incoming sword light; his soul force kept flowing, instantly spawning five Nine-ring Great Fireballs, focusing them to split into twenty‑five.

Each fireball raced along a different high‑speed trajectory, like celestial blossoms scattering, yet they all targeted a single mark: Aiken!

Controlling the fireball paths slowed them, and they required guidance; no more fireballs could be released, but they would no longer be obliterated by a single sword sweep.

Aiken saw the sky filled with fireballs, but he could no longer spare attention.

Ouluoyin, seizing the moment after Aiken's slash before his power could recede, appeared behind him and struck back, giving him no chance to attack others.

Aiken was extremely wary of Ouluoyin, and could only turn to face him.

Clash!

In an instant, the two figures intertwined within a small area, the Regicide Sword and the Cross Longsword clashing dozens of times, their rapid collisions merging into a single sound.

Ouluoyin's swordsmanship was half a level higher; the Cross Longsword seized Aiken's openings three times, striking his body, but in the haste only once did it breach the Moka Armor, leaving a wound that pierced his abdomen yet failed to seriously damage the enemy.

This Legend Grade armor, blessed by the Plague Lord, is world‑rare in both defense and regeneration, and possesses no fatal weak points.

Unless one can deliver a single, utterly destructive blow, Aiken cannot be killed.

Conversely, although Ouluoyin's defenses are also formidable, his bare body is clearly inferior to the Moka Armor; before the terrifying power of the Regicide Sword, Ouluoyin dares no slightest carelessness and cannot charge recklessly as Aiken does.

If it were a one‑on‑one duel with no third‑party interference.

Because of the equipment gap, even with slightly superior experience and swordsmanship, Ouluoyin would likely meet a bitter end on the spot.

However, this is not a duel.

Ouluoyin's sole purpose is to stall Aiken, creating an opening for his allies, which is not difficult for him.

While the two fought fiercely, a huge, mournful scream suddenly rang out.

"Roar..."

Time rewound to a few seconds earlier.

The three-headed hell dragon's three streams of dragon breath struck Lei En directly; instead of evading, he fully activated 'Titanic Divine Power' and 'Immortal Battle Soul', his body swelling to over fifty meters tall, like a wall, blocking all dragon breath to protect Borchi and the crate on the dragon's back.

The dragon breath raged on, yet Lei En remained unmoved.

Scorching flame, corrosive toxin, and void torrent—three dragon breaths battered his body, each equivalent to a Nine-ring Technique. His dark‑golden skin flickered continuously, and a Level 3 Energy Furnace devoured the dragon breath's energy, nearing its capacity within seconds, on the brink of overload.

However, the hell dragon's dragon breath began to wane.

Lei En had already raised his Flame Soul Greatsword, magnified by Titanic Divine Power; as the dragon breath waned, the Energy Furnace's absorbed energy burst instantly, converting into thunderous power, sprouting a pair of metal wings hundreds of meters wide behind him, with massive bolts of lightning stretching outward.

At the same time, the Lord of Thunder poured massive thunder power into the sword.

Ho!

With a low shout, Lei En slashed out a Burning Soul Greatsword.

Thunder Slash!

The dazzling sword light, far grander than Aiken's flame sword light, resembled a bolt of thunder lightning hundreds of meters long; in a blink it split the dragon's breath and struck the body of the Hell Three-Headed Dragon.

Dragon scales shattered, blood splattered.

The void head in the middle of the Hell Three-Headed Dragon, shaped like a strange huge bird, was instantly cleaved in two by a single sword, its long neck also split.

The Burning Soul Greatsword, already swollen to over sixty meters long, surged forward like a hot knife through butter under the terrifying force; its blade cut deep into the body. Lei En emerged within the lightning, gripping the hilt tightly, stepping on its back and sprinting along the dragon's spine, reaching the tail in an instant.

With each frantic stride, thunderous trampling erupted beneath his feet.

Level 10 Thunder Stomp, amplified by Level 20 power and the blessings of two Thunder Lords, reduced the Hell Three-Headed Dragon's scale defense to paper; a row of huge pits were carved into its back.

The most lethal wound was caused by the Burning Soul Greatsword.

The great sword cut a wound over ten meters deep along the dragon's back, following its spine from head to tail, nearly cleaving its whole body in two.

Roar…

The two remaining heads of the Hell Three-Headed Dragon instantly let out a mournful wail.

But it did not die immediately.

This ancient giant dragon from the bottomless Abyss possesses tenacious vitality; as long as one head remains undestroyed, given time, even the gravest wounds can heal.

The Prison Dragon Fire Head turned and frantically bit Lei En.

The Plague Dragon Head's eyes flickered with shock, anger and fear, yet it did not forget to cast a spell.

It tries to flee!

Lei En naturally could not let it succeed; when sheathing his sword, his body had already shrunk to just ten meters tall, a height he had refined through trial to balance power and speed, ensuring agility—ideal for prolonged combat.

At the same moment he shrank, a spiritual leap dodged the Prison Fire Dragon's bite.

Lei En leapt onto the Plague Dragon's head, stomping heavily; Thunder Stomp erupted countless bolts of lightning, interrupting its casting.

The Plague Dragon Head and neck lacked scales, possessed the strongest regeneration, and were constantly surrounded by deadly toxin, yet their defense was the weakest among the three heads. Its toxin and corrosion had no effect on Lei En; a Thunder Stomp nearly smashed the head.

Lei En used the momentum to soar upward; his metallic wings fluttered as he turned, and a sphere of light had already coalesced in his hand.

Nine-ring Electric Blast Orb!

Enhanced by two Thunder Lords, the Electric Blast Orb's power far exceeds ordinary Nine-ring Technique; in terms of single-target damage, it sits between the Nine-ring and Ten-ring levels.

Lei En flung the Electric Blast Orb, smashing it into the hole he had stomped on the Plague Dragon's crown.

Boom—

The Plague Dragon Head was blown to pieces; the Electric Blast Orb also vaporized its neck, leaving only the final head in an instant.

Having suffered successive crushing blows, the Hell Three-Headed Dragon was on the brink of death.

The lone Prison Fire Dragon Head's eyes dimmed, emitting a series of wails, blindly biting aimlessly, yet it could not even sense where Lei En was.

Lei En had already activated the Rainbow Light Cloak.

He gathered thunderous energy while concealed, storing power, ready to unleash another Thunder Slash to cut off the Prison Fire Dragon Head.

The Hell Three-Headed Dragon sensed the breath of death.

"Master, help!"

The Prison Fire Dragon screamed desperately in Abyssal Language: "Duorjiha doesn't want to die!" This human is terrifying; it knows only its master can save it now.

Aiken, through the Crown of Dominion, illuminated the entire battlefield in his mind and also heard his mount's cry for help.

Duorjiha had followed him for most of his life; when he was still untrained and weak, it had saved his life many times. His rise to today could not have happened without the loyal Hell Three-Headed Dragon; he has no family, and Duorjiha is his family.

Since the battle began, Aiken's spirit finally showed a slight ripple.

"We must escape!"

Aiken sensed a barrage of massive fire meteors descending from the sky, numbering more than three times the usual Extreme Meteor Burst, each over three meters in diameter, indiscriminately striking both sides of the battle.

Beyond the battlefield, the Grand Mage's infernal spell finally completed.

His assessment of the situation was spot on; ordinary spells would have little effect, and the Infernal Mage, unlike an Arcane Mage, is not adept at myriad wondrous spells.

Thus he could only flip the table, using Meteor Burst to bomb the battlefield, creating an escape chance for the Eternal Chosen.

This is also an application of Mo Du's doctrine.

The simplest and most brutal, yet the most practical.

Lei En, Anxiwodasi and Ouluoyin all noticed the meteor swarm overhead and understood the enemy's intent.

But they made no change, as if oblivious to the meteors about to strike them.

Aiken suddenly hovered motionless.

He let Ouluoyin's cross longsword slash at him, using a Thousand-Throat Demon Shield to block his chest and neck vital points, causing Anxiwodasi's fireball to explode on the shield.

Amid the explosion and flames, Aiken shouted loudly:

"Great gods, grant me power!"

His third eye at the brow snapped open, the mark within its pupil blazing fiercely; in the distant bottomless Abyss, four gazes were faintly directed at him, and in an instant, four fearsome phantasmal shadows of varying forms manifested around him.

The three—Lei En, Anxiwodasi, and Ouluoyin—only glanced, and their souls trembled uncontrollably.

Projections of the Abyssal Four Gods!

Even if it were merely a billionth of their power, not their incarnation, the mere leak of a demonic aura terrified the minds of everyone present except Aiken.

Lei En's Thunder Slash was interrupted, never released.

Anxiwodasi's fireball briefly went out of control, dancing wildly in the sky; Ouluoyin, who was closest to Aiken, had his white wood staff, which had just been struck overhead, rebound directly.

Even Reslin, whose time jump had not yet ended, was forced out early from the river of time.

Aiken's aura surged wildly, climbing step by step!

The projections of the Abyssal Four Gods attached to his body; at that moment he felt like a god, possessing endless power. Yet the power was so overwhelming that he could not control it—barely a breath after awakening, it slipped beyond his grasp, teetering on the edge of loss of control.

"The Eye of Xilian!"

"If I obtain it and glimpse the Lord of Chaos's insightful power and wisdom, I will be able to control the power of the Four Gods' Blessing."

Aiken let out a sigh of regret, but his movements were not slow; he used a Thousand‑Throat Demon Shield to hurl the Ou Luoyin before him, his figure flashing as he appeared before Lei En.

Flame‑sword light streaked across the sky.

The Regicide Sword accurately struck the invisible Lei En, which was already near the limit of what he could control, and there was not enough time to attack Anxiwodasi.

But he still has one final move.

Aiken's sword light swept over Bo Erqi's dragon back, the large chest instantly burst, yet the contents of the chest left him stunned.

(End of Chapter)