Awakening?The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener

Chapter 307: The Hand of the Archduke of Blood

With the exposure of Sterl's attributes, a stir erupted among the hell players. They were in a team state, allowing them to share information, so everyone saw the attributes of the player from [Tanscendence] who had just unleashed the terrifying Black Sun.

"Third class."

"Only over level 100."

"Are you kidding me??"

...

The hell players' first reaction was disbelief.

They then turned to look at the fully leveled demigod, who had just consumed a very rare potion that regrew his eyeball.

Other hell players looked at him as if he were a complete fool.

"Great! His ability to shield information is even stronger; you didn't detect anything at all."

"How does it feel to have your eyes gouged out? Is it sour or refreshing?"

"Ha! If that guy is a third class, I might as well just kill myself!"

...

The hell players stared at Sterl; he was third class—impossible!

What absolute nonsense!

If a third class could unleash such power, then when he reached the demigod level, wouldn't slaying gods be as easy as eating and drinking?

At this critical moment, they couldn't help but look at the fully leveled demigod with glee, showing the solidarity among the hell players.

At the same time, the hell players became even more vigilant toward Sterl.

Such immense strength, and he was disguised so well…

This person was a significant threat!

The fully leveled demigod looked at Sterl, hesitant to speak, his expression shifting as if he had made a certain decision.

On Sterl's side, he was initially taken aback but then found it amusing. Although his specific attributes had been uncovered, no one believed it, so was there really a difference from being undetected?

However, when he sensed that the demigod among the hell players had an unusual expression, he immediately gathered his strength, preparing to unleash an attack to counter any potential retaliation.

At that moment, the emotions among the [Tanscendence] players were quite high.

"What a useless detection spell, and after so much cost, they couldn't find anything?"

"Boss, let's strike together and take them down!"

...

They were genuinely excited!

This mysterious demigod was truly bringing nothing but surprises!

Not only did he possess terrifying strength, but the hell players' expensive policies and spells had also failed.

Just how strong was he?

Could he be a perfect-level demigod or even a Supreme?

However, while the players from [Tanscendence] were still reveling in their good fortune, the hell players suddenly summoned a severed arm.

Swish~

In an instant, as the arm appeared, the surrounding air became thick and suffocating, filled with a nauseating scent of blood. Then, all the hell players cut open their own arms, letting their blood pour into the dried limb.

In the blink of an eye, the massive arm revived, transforming into a demon's left hand, entirely crimson, adorned with pure white markings!

At the same time…

An overwhelmingly domineering and fierce aura enveloped the entire area.

Everyone present instantly sensed the weight of this aura—it was divine level.

A single term emerged in their minds—The Hand of the Archduke of Blood.

Despite the impending attack not yet arriving, and despite it being just a severed arm, the expression on every [Tanscendence] player's face changed drastically!

A divine-level entity, whether in [Tanscendence] or Swallowing Heaven, represented a force capable of crushing everything in its path. Even a mere severed arm was beyond the capability of a demigod to handle!

Instantly, a faint red mist of blood filled the area, causing everyone to turn pale, their eyes rolling back, and they could barely stand, nearly collapsing to the ground. The pressure was so intense that beads of blood began to form on many foreheads, as their life energy rapidly weakened!

"What the hell is this?!"

"God… the power of divine level!"

The [Tanscendence] players gasped in disbelief.

In the next moment, they quickly positioned themselves in front of Sterl.

"Boss, you must have another teleportation ability, right? Or open that strange door again to take us away!"

"We'll buy you some time!"

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The players didn't even wait for the divine-level arm to initiate its attack; they had already formulated their strategy. Without hesitation, they unleashed their mastered Platinum Skills.

The various skill effects burst forth in a dazzling display, merging together into an indistinguishable energy storm that erupted violently.

Meanwhile, the hell players sat back, unfazed. They smirked, making no move, looking at the [Tanscendence] players as if they were watching the dead!

But don't be fooled by their smug expressions; their situation wasn't much better. Each of these demigod hell players appeared extremely weakened. Clearly, the bloodletting they had just performed had cost them not just blood, but also significant resources; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to summon the remains of a divine-level demon.

In the blink of an eye, the full force unleashed by the [Tanscendence] players was about to strike the severed arm of the Archduke of Blood. Yet, that arm suddenly lunged forward, fingers splayed wide, casually blocking the incoming attack.

Accompanied by a wave of faint red energy, the numerous Platinum Skills collided with it like brittle autumn leaves hitting iron, instantly shattering into fragments!

Then, the crimson energy wave surged forward, and the [Tanscendence] players, witnessing this scene, found themselves unable to react in time. Or perhaps the divine-level aura was so overwhelming that it paralyzed them, leaving them to close their eyes and wait for death!

Only Sterl managed to react. Having faced divine-level entities several times before, he could roughly guess that the Archduke of Blood had controlled powers akin to oppression and intimidation in life. Now, through his arm, that power was unleashed, leaving the demigod players with no choice but to close their eyes and await their doom!

The only reaction the many players from [Tanscendence] could muster at that moment was to retreat toward Sterl.

They felt powerless against the Divine Power and could only hope for an escape through teleportation.

However, Sterl stood firm against the aura of the Archduke of Blood, slowly placing his right hand on his waist.

No, it wasn't slow at all…

Sterl's speed was incredibly fast; under the watchful eyes of countless demigods, this move, which clearly had a charging nature, seemed slow by comparison.

Then…

Brilliant blue starlight gathered and condensed into a sword blade.

In an instant…

Both the [Tanscendence] players and the hell players turned their attention to this mysterious demigod.

Was he trying to confront a god?

How could that be possible?

In that brief moment, everyone present had no time to think further; they simply found it utterly absurd!

And the next moment.

Sterl drew his sword and slashed!

The power of space surged!

This was the only thing the players in the area could perceive.

Then, the arm of the Archduke of Blood was suddenly frozen in place.

One second passed…

Two seconds passed…

The space was being solidified, and a strange halo symbolizing "freezing" not only engulfed the divine-level demon's arm but also spread outward.

Huh??

Everyone was taken aback.

The [Tanscendence] players looked at Sterl with suspicion…

What kind of technique could actually stop a divine-level entity??

That's right, stop!

This was the highest estimation they could make about the strength of this mysterious demigod.

After all, even a Supreme couldn't resist the power of a god!

The hell players, however, seemed a bit more knowledgeable.

"Quasi-divine?"

Someone murmured in confusion.

They understood that this special realm, lying between demigods and gods, could produce effects similar to Divine Power.

The arm of the Archduke of Blood could theoretically be considered a form of "quasi-divine" power; it had lost its main body and could only barely be activated through the sacrifices of the hell players.

Although "quasi-divine" seemed to imply a sense of "false," it still required an entity of the same level to counter it!

Sterl's performance made one hell player begin to doubt.

However, no other hell players echoed the statement about "quasi-divine."

The power of divine level cannot be hidden!

Anyone who witnessed it would instinctively bow in reverence and fear.

Before them, the mysterious demigod from the main world had clearly unleashed a skill that lacked the fluctuations of Divine Power.

Hence, the fully leveled demigod among the hell players remained unfazed.

"Even if you give it your all, you can only last a few more seconds."

He scoffed.

The remaining hell players paused their attacking movements. Those players, cultivated through a brutal survival of the fittest, were somewhat psychologically twisted.

They looked at the [Tanscendence] players and felt even more excited!

Being instantly killed by a divine-level entity was too boring; allowing these [Tanscendence] players to struggle and feel a glimmer of hope before they met their end would be the perfect tragedy!

At this moment, the many players from [Tanscendence] were truly on the brink of mental collapse.

They hadn't expected the mysterious demigod to help them escape; they believed that the power of a divine-level demon was something they couldn't withstand for even half a second. How could the mysterious demigod possibly open a teleportation portal in that short amount of time?

But now, the mysterious demigod had somehow managed to firmly control the hand of the Archduke of Blood. However…

What was this big shot doing?

He actually seemed to want to continue attacking, with no sign of shifting his power toward releasing a teleportation ability.

"We need to leave!"

"Divine level cannot be countered by demigods…"

"Quick, retreat!"

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The [Tanscendence] demigods were desperately trying to reason with their comrades, emphasizing that with the divine-level demon's hand present, they had no chance of escaping without a large-scale teleportation. Otherwise, they would have abandoned Sterl and run long ago.

However…

Sterl's expression was vacant, reflecting the crazed laughter of the hell players and the panicked chaos of the [Tanscendence] players.

Then—

The blade shattered!

Clang!

A crisp sound rang out!

With Sterl's attributes fully enhanced by his skills, using the foundational properties of Arcane Law to amplify the Flowing Water Thousand Cuts as his weapon, he unleashed a threefold Law Platinum Skill—Shattered Void!

Second form.

Edge Cutting!

Swish, swish, swish!

From a point in front of Sterl to the position of one of the hell players, all the solidified space exploded into countless razor-sharp blade-like shadows.

Every inch of material within that space was sliced into fine fragments.

At first…

The players present didn't realize the severity of the situation…