’This power? The Evil God has descended?’

In Maple City, inside the Professional Association, an old man slowly raised his head and looked into the distance.

He walked into a room and put on the Armor that had been gathering dust for a long time.

He headed towards Cyan Maple Slope.

Torresta’s true body sat on the Sixth Floor, unmoving.

On the streets, a middle-aged man walked out of the city at an unhurried pace.

He covered ten meters with a single step.

「Inside the Mage Association.」

The President of the Mage Association walked out of his room. Gazing at the black pillar of light that shot into the sky, he felt a tremor of fear in his heart.

Suddenly, he stirred, sensing something.

He looked down and saw a figure had appeared in the courtyard.

"Teacher," the President of the Mage Association hurriedly called out.

"You stay here. I’ll go take a look."

The moment the old man’s voice fell, his figure vanished.

It wasn’t just the Professional Association and the Mage Association, but also the Warrior Association, the Assassin Association, the Shooter Association...

The power of the Evil God Tyr had alerted all the hidden masters within Maple City.

These figures no longer appeared before the eyes of the world.

They merely watched over their respective territories in silence.

Now, they were once again stepping onto the battlefield.

BANG!

With a single blow, the Evil God Tyr smashed Otz into the ground, creating a large crater.

Otz struggled to his feet, spitting up blood.

He had already used a Potion to stimulate his potential, but he was still no match for the Evil God Tyr.

If Tyr hadn’t only just obtained the Power of the Evil God and was still unskilled in its use, Otz would have already died at his hands.

Li Wei silently waited for an opportunity.

The Evil God Tyr raised the Storm Greatsword in his hand, and a terrifying power surged from its blade.

A black sword gleam shot straight into the sky.

He brought the sword down in a single slash.

The sword gleam tore through heaven and earth, threatening to cleave the world in two.

Otz faced a life-or-death crisis. His muscles tensed, and the Fighting Spirit within him roared.

The sword gleam was all that remained in his vision.

It was as if the entire world had been split apart by that light.

’I can’t block it! There’s no way to block it!’

Otz’s instincts screamed at him.

"Guard!"

"Solid as a Rock!"

A figure suddenly appeared in front of Otz.

Otz was stunned for a moment. In that instant, he felt that what stood before him was not a person.

But a solid, unshakeable mountain peak.

BANG!

The sword gleam struck the ground, and a fissure several thousand meters long split the earth open.

Otz stood in place, completely unharmed.

Behind him, the earth was torn asunder by the sword’s light.

"Cough, cough! Ptooey!"

The Elder Knight coughed, spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

He looked up at the sky, a wild grin on his face.

"Is that all you’ve got!"

PFFT!

The Armor on his chest cracked open, and blood gushed out.

But he paid it no mind, still laughing heartily.

"Hahaha! Looks like I’m not too old to move after all." 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Stop showing off. What’s so great about taking a hit?"

A middle-aged man with a full head of white hair appeared beside Otz.

He raised the bow and arrow in his hands, aiming at the Evil God Tyr in mid-air.

"Destruction Arrow!"

The moment he drew the bow, it was as if all the light in the world converged on his arrowhead.

TWANG!

The Arrow of Destruction flew toward the Evil God Tyr in the sky.

The Evil God Tyr swung his Great Sword to strike the Arrow of Destruction.

The Arrow of Destruction pierced straight through the Great Sword and struck the Evil God Tyr’s chest.

BOOM!

A large hole was blasted through the Evil God Tyr’s chest, and half of his body disintegrated.

The Power of the Evil God attempted to repair the shattered body.

But it found a strange power lingering in the wound, preventing it from healing.

The Power of the Evil God continuously worked to purge that strange power, but the wound healed slowly.

Having lost half his body, the Evil God Tyr’s power weakened slightly.

He focused his mind but could no longer maintain the Dark Storm.

The Dark Storm burst, transforming into a Dark Wind that swept across heaven and earth.

Everyone was enveloped by the Dark Wind, unable to see what was outside.

The Evil God Tyr lifted his pierced Great Sword. The hole in the blade was disappearing.

He wanted to swing his sword and kill the three people on the ground.

A black shadow appeared behind him.

SHLICK!

The Evil God Tyr’s neck was severed.

His head fell.

His eyes still held a look of surprise.

He hadn’t noticed the Assassin who had stealthed up behind him at all.

The headless body swung the Great Sword in a wide sweep behind it.

The Assassin retreated quickly, dodging the attack.

The head flew back to the neck, fitting perfectly as it reconnected.

The Evil God Tyr no longer had any vital points. In a sense, he possessed an Undying Body.

"Meteor Skill!"

A meteor from beyond the heavens whistled as it fell.

It streaked across the sky like a shooting star, hurtling down toward the Evil God Tyr.

The power of the Meteor Skill was immense.

It could even destroy an entire city.

However, the commotion was too great.

The Evil God Tyr heard the explosion in the sky and looked up to see the falling meteor.

When the meteor drew near, he split it in two with a single slash of his sword.

BANG! RUMBLE!

The meteor exploded, scattering into countless fragments that rained down to the ground.

Everyone looked at the Evil God Tyr, feeling that he was an incredibly difficult opponent.

The Evil God Tyr’s strength had reached Tier Five Peak.

However, the Power of the Evil God gave him nearly limitless power and an Undying Body.

Even a Tier Six Professional might not be able to kill him.

VMMMM!

The altar vibrated, and the pillar of light turned pure white.

Seeing this, Otz shouted, "His connection to the Evil God has been severed!"

Hearing this, everyone understood what it meant.

It meant Tyr no longer possessed limitless power.

It meant he could be killed!

The Elder Knight raised his Shield, let out a loud laugh, and charged toward the Evil God Tyr.

He activated his Taunt Skill, War Cry!

The Evil God Tyr lost control, fell from mid-air, and began attacking the Elder Knight.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The Elder Knight continuously blocked the Evil God Tyr’s attacks.

When the two were within twenty meters of each other, his entire body shuddered.

An illusory chain extended from his body and wrapped around the Evil God Tyr.

"War Shackles!"

An enemy bound by War Shackles could not move more than twenty meters away from him.

The others seized the opportunity to attack.

"Destruction Arrow!"

"Dagger Storm!"

"Blood Fury! Earth-Splitting Slash!"

"Petrification Technique!"

"Gale Nine-Linked Break!"

Everyone unleashed their ultimate skills on the Evil God Tyr.

The Evil God Tyr roared as the Power of the Evil God erupted from his body.

He met their attacks with his own!

RUMBLE! BANG!

Several powers collided, erupting with astonishing force.

In an instant, four figures were sent flying tens of meters, smashing violently into the ground.

The Elder Knight lay on the ground, his body racked with excruciating pain.

He struggled to get up. His Armor was completely shattered, his body was covered in blood, and only half of the Shield in his hand remained.

The other three were in no better shape.

All of them were severely injured and in a wretched state.

Otz’s right arm was broken and hung limply at his side; he couldn’t even hold his sword.

WHOOSH!

A gust of wind blew across the battlefield.

The dust gradually settled, revealing the figure within.

The Evil God Tyr stood in a large crater, his body tattered and riddled with bloody holes.

Half of his head had been sheared off.

The wounds were no longer healing.

"Keep attacking!" the Elder Knight shouted.

"Stop yelling. Old Qiao’s arm is broken."

The Assassin spat out a few broken teeth and said in a hoarse voice.

The Shooter’s left arm had been severed at the root. With only one hand, he couldn’t draw his bow.

"Old Mo!"

Morris laboriously raised his Magic Staff, trying to cast.

The intense pain twisted his face.

Both of his legs had been cut off.