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

Chapter 343: The Backstab of the Divine-Level Demon

It was clear that the destruction of the light shield was only a matter of time, and it wouldn't be long before it could no longer hold!

Following that, the second and third bolts of Thunder descended!

Countless players within the city looked on in despair.

The once incredibly sturdy fortress, even with the protection of the shield, was now on the verge of collapse. Numerous buildings crumbled, and many nodes formed through spatial formations shattered violently, causing some players hiding inside to escape in a panic through the chaotic currents of space, bloodied and wounded.

Even worse, some unfortunate souls perished entirely amidst the turmoil.

The Blood Red Fortress had yet to be breached, but chaos reigned within its walls.

Finally…

Swish!

Another bolt of Thunder fell, this time with terrifying might. The Thunder gathered in mid-air for a full second, forcibly extracting countless amounts of energy.

It even created a bizarre vacuum zone, visible from afar, giving the impression of an eerie thinness high above.

Ultimately, a dazzling golden Thunder descended!

The lightning crackled in the sky, roaring and tearing open rifts in space.

And below, the countless players were struck with dread!

They wanted to flee, but leaving the fortress would only lead to a worse fate. One by one, they could only look up to the sky in despair, hoping for a miracle to occur.

Boom!!

The thunder erupted!

The sheer terror of its power pierced directly into the ground, transforming a vast area of tens of thousands of miles into a domain of Thunder. The Blood Red Fortress became the epicenter of this energy explosion, shattering the air with electric light!

The very earth beneath the fortress was dissolved!

In the end, the Blood Red Fortress had become a solitary castle suspended in mid-air.

Outside, the spherical shield made of Divine Power finally shattered after holding for a full two seconds—

This was only possible because the shield had been reinforced by the enhanced divine-level formations provided by the two figures from the Upper Realms; otherwise, it might not have lasted even two seconds.

Amidst the rain of light left by the shattered shield, Divine Power faithfully played its role, breaking the residual waves of Thunder. This was likely another effect of the formation.

But this was the last line of defense.

The players stared in shock at the broken shield, their only thought being…

To escape!

Unfortunately, as they flew up into the sky, they quickly discovered that although the shockwaves of Divine Power dispersed the Thunder energy near the Blood Red Fortress, the sky and earth outside were still enveloped in thunderstorms, the very embodiment of a divine-level demon's power.

Any ordinary demigod Supreme would face instant death upon contact!

There was simply no way to escape.

Meanwhile, the Archduke of Blood took a brief moment to catch his breath before countless bolts of Thunder surged rapidly into the city.

A bolt of Thunder shot straight toward the mysterious palace where the two figures from the Upper Realms resided. Just as the Thunder was about to strike them, the figures didn't even bother to dodge, allowing the lightning to hit them while wearing faint smiles on their faces.

The three gods looked on in surprise—could it be that these two lords were finally going to take action? That would secure their victory! What was the Origin of Chaos compared to the abilities of the Upper Realms?

However—

The Thunder did indeed hit the two figures. They even snapped their fingers, releasing a light gray vortex that drew all the Thunder in the city toward them.

As a result, countless players from the main world became aware of their presence. Many of them were drenched in sweat, half-kneeling on the ground.

This group understood that getting struck by Thunder would likely mean instant death, and at that moment, they felt like they had survived a calamity! Their hearts raced.

Inside the palace, beams of light flickered.

Meanwhile, in the distance, the Archduke of Blood and the other two divine-level demons halted their actions.

"People from the Upper Realms?"

They paused, realizing that the Origin of Chaos was invincible in the lower realm.

But the abilities that individuals from the Upper Realms could casually wield might already be enough to crush something as broken as the Origin of Chaos!

By the way, the final path for players and strong individuals in Hell to advance was also toward the Upper Realms.

However…

In the main world, the order was tight, and people from the Upper Realms would actively come down to guide talented individuals.

In contrast, Hell's endless layers served as an inexhaustible breeding ground for strong forces; only the most exceptional beings, powerful enough that the heavens could no longer tolerate them, would be sent to the Upper Realms.

Although demons like the Archduke of Blood hadn't encountered people from the Upper Realms like the gods of the main world, they were still extremely cautious and chose to retreat for the time being.

At that moment…

Boom!!

A dazzling light shone from the two figures.

The Thunder that struck them not only caused no damage but seemed to activate something instead.

The three gods from the main world and the countless players inside the fortress witnessed this scene, their expressions transitioning from sheer terror to joy.

"Please, lords, lend us your strength!"

The weakest among the three gods, the one from the Golden Kingdom, directly fell to his knees.

The other two gods remained somewhat reserved, but the players below didn't have the luxury of such restraint. They knew that if the gods had a chance of survival against the divine-level threat, they themselves were undoubtedly doomed, especially with the Thunder domain outside sealing off all escape routes!

"Please, lords, lend us your strength!"

"Please, lords, lend us your strength!"

…

One after another, they shouted, their voices echoing with fervor.

A sea of figures fell to their knees.

Faced with this scene, the expressions of the three divine-level demons changed drastically. The Archduke of Blood, who had just been in a position of advantage, immediately transformed into a flash of lightning and retreated rapidly.

The other two divine-level demons did the same.

Even Sterl was fixated on the two figures. He found himself within the Thunder domain, barely able to withstand it due to his high attributes, but his life force was rapidly depleting.

The recent wave that had shattered the shield of The Blood Red Fortress had also caused many Hell players and demons to suffer grievous deaths on the spot.

The reason Sterl hadn't fled yet was that he wanted to see how the two figures would handle the situation, especially since his main character was currently being hunted down.

If the two figures sustained significant damage or were worn out against the Origin of Chaos, then he could reactivate his main character.

However…

In the next second, everyone present only heard the sound of laughter from the two figures.

"Archduke of Blood, good! Good! We remember you! Thank you!"

Huh? What do you mean, thank you?

The first half of the statement sounded like the casual bravado of a powerful being, but the second half was rather peculiar.

Until—

"Originally, we needed to stay in the lower realm for a thousand years, but now, faced with a lethal threat, we can return early."

One of the figures said.

They were both ecstatic; their earlier plans to search for Solomon had essentially failed.

Remaining in the lower realm no longer held any significance.

A mere opportunity in the Upper Realms was worth a hundred or a thousand years of hard training in the lower realm.

However, since they had joined the organization, they were obligated to serve it and stay in Alpha 8.

Typically, this term would not end early, but there was an exception: if individuals from the Upper Realms were bound by [Transcendence] in the lower realm, they could not act freely.

Yet, this wasn't an absolute rule; if the existence of those from the Upper Realms faced a life-threatening situation in the lower realm, they would automatically enter an invincible state and return to the Upper Realms.

However… achieving this condition was exceedingly demanding. The two figures had drawn all the Thunder to themselves not to protect the players within The Blood Red Fortress, but purely to trigger the threshold of damage—and now they had succeeded!

As the light shone, they gradually ascended toward the sky.

At the same time, they opened a spatial passage that appeared remarkably clean and clear, pure white in color, devoid of any chaos.

The two figures were swiftly guided away, and when the light finally dissipated, all that remained was a bewildered crowd.

The gods and players inside The Blood Red Fortress were left in shock; the powerful reinforcements that had just appeared were gone just like that.

The three divine-level demons were also a bit dazed. They had anticipated the possibility of facing pursuit from the people of the Upper Realms and had even devised plans for escape.

Yet, the development of events was exceedingly strange!

Only Sterl felt in high spirits!

The departure of the two beings from the Upper Realms not only meant his safety but also hinted at something significant. From their words, Sterl could deduce that the conditions for their return to the Upper Realms had been triggered, and by absorbing the Thunder, it was clear they had wanted to leave—meaning they had most likely given up on tracking down Solomon.

Good! Good! Good!

They left splendidly!

Sterl felt much more relaxed.

Without a second thought, he turned and fled, no longer concerned about what would happen on the battlefield.

But even without looking, he knew that once the Archduke of Blood regained his senses, he would once again unleash a terrifying Thunder assault on the city.

From a distance, Sterl could only see the terrifying lightning gathering in the sky, about to descend once more.

Since the first wave of Thunder had already turned the surrounding area into a lightning domain, it would be difficult for the units from the main world to escape this time.

Even those who tried to withstand the Thunder outside the fortress would find their movements slowed.

Moreover, the Archduke of Blood's abilities had a vast range, leaving them with little choice but to endure it.

At this moment…

The three gods from the main world were also becoming desperate. They knew that if they didn't fight with all their might, they wouldn't even have a chance to struggle.

In an instant, iridescent light flashed, blinding the players from the main world.

The gods began to activate rare items one after another, their auras rising dramatically.

However, it was all in vain. Just like before, as soon as their abilities manifested, they were targeted by the faster and more powerful Origin of Chaos.

The Archduke of Blood used the same tactic again, gathering Thunder in anticipation before releasing a shockwave.

Unfortunately…

The three gods were not fools; they knew they couldn't win yet still attempted the same strategy.

"Ugh!!"

The Archduke of Blood let out a cry of agony.

Behind him, the two divine-level demons displayed expressions of confusion. They too were glowing with iridescent light; one formed pink spikes that pierced directly into the Archduke of Blood's body, interrupting his skill.

The other unleashed waves of dark fire, burning upward.