Sacrifice's Rise: I Became Invincible After Entering Godslayer Temple

Chapter 273 272-Trading Life for Injury

Chapter 273 Chapter272-Trading Life for Injury

Hills didn't answer Ghana's question, nor did he halt his onslaught.

Leveraging the power borrowed through Divine Descent, he relentlessly unleashed formidable Holy Light attacks.

Each strike split the air like lightning, fiercely aiming for Ghana.

Ghana roared, trying to dodge the purifying effects of the Holy Light assault, but Hills' attacks were relentless, giving him no avenue of escape.

Unprecedented force kept sending him flying back, his body smashing into the walls of the Soulstone Temple time and time again.

Despite Ghana's attempts to break free from the Holy Light's constraints, there was no escaping the ceaseless onslaught.

Suddenly, Ghana erupted with dark divine power from within, enveloping himself in a mist of emerging black fog.

The skulls that had previously floated around him flew into the mist at this very moment.

Unable to discern the specifics inside the black fog, Hills was forced to halt his attack.

Radiating a dazzling Holy Light energy, he stood bathed in sanctity and illumination, holding his ground against the twisted dark mists of absolute evil that swirled in front of him.

A muffled whisper resonated from the black fog, the voice of the Desire Devil Ghana sounding. "To have forced me into this state is quite an honor for you... But you will soon understand that the gap in our strengths is like a chasm that cannot be bridged by minor techniques like Divine Descent!"

As the black fog dispersed, Ghana's form became visible again.

Yet, seeing Ghana at that moment, Hills couldn't help but gasp.

The being before him no longer bore a human likeness but had transformed into a massive demon standing tens of meters tall, with two pairs of flesh wings on its back.

Its goat-like horns on its head flickered with dark glimmers, and a third vertical pupil on its forehead had ominously opened.

A desperate dark aura filled the entire Soulstone Temple. Ghana had become several times more potent than just a moment ago.

Merely facing this enormous demon brought Hills an unyielding pressure.

Despite the surge of Holy Light divine power within him, it brought no sense of security, as he could easily sense that even with the aid of Divine Descent, he was still no match for the demon before him.

The flesh wings on Ghana's back fluttered slowly, a hint of mockery visible in its eyes, accentuating the despair and dread permeating the atmosphere.

"Do you feel the despair now? This is my true form! Face the chasm of disparity squarely! Humans like you, no more significant than mere ants, will never defeat a grand demon. You should take pride in having forced my true self to appear!"

Ghana taunted, a savage delight piercing through every syllable.

Hills clenched his teeth, roaring defiantly, "Humans will never abandon hope; the light will always exist; the Holy Light will always be there!"

He lifted his scepter and charged without hesitation towards the monstrous demon that encapsulated despair and fear.

In Hills' heart, a relentless flame of faith burned bright.

Swinging his scepter, he released a torrent of Holy Light energy, clashing fiercely with Ghana's dark essence within the halls of the Soulstone Temple.

"You are so foolish, young one!" Ghana scoffed, an undercurrent of amusement lacing his words.

Dark divine power surged around him, forming a shield of darkness that staunchly resisted Hills' Holy Light attacks.

Hills remained unyielding, his eyes shimmering with determination, amplifying his output of Holy Light divine power, attempting to penetrate Ghana's dark defenses.

With a vicious roar, a vibration of dark energy emanated from the depths of Ghana's being.

The massive entity moved slowly, wings beating heavily as blood-red pupils focused on Hills, preparing to pounce.

"You are still far from strong enough..."

Ghana's voice echoed with derision and wickedness as he swung a palm towards Hills, the dark divine power radiating an earth-shattering momentum.

Hills dodged swiftly, the Holy Light energy swirling on his scepter, morphing into a sphere of light that rocketed towards Ghana.

With a casual sweep of his hand, the shining dark divine power sent the sphere flying, crashing into the distant ground and leaving a vast crater in its wake.

Dust flew, and smoke filled the air in the aftermath.

Hills frowned slightly, realizing the urgency to find Ghana's weakness.

The Holy Light divine power within him wouldn't last long.

If he couldn't defeat the formidable devil before him shortly, once the effects of Divine Descent wore off, he would be nothing but a lamb awaiting slaughter.

He circulated the borrowed Holy Light divine power, creating a dazzling Wall of Holy Light in the air.

The dark divine power clashed with the Holy Light divine power, generating thunderous booms.

Ghana swung his arms vigorously, trying to tear apart the confinement of the Wall of Holy Light.

Under the relentless erosion of darkness, the Wall of Holy Light held for merely a few seconds before being torn into a heap of energy fragments by Ghana's hands.

"Foolish human, you cannot comprehend the true power of darkness!"

Ghana's voice reverberated with sheer arrogance and mockery, as he derided Hills' futile resistance.

Hills took a deep breath, his body radiating a dazzling light.

With both hands gripping the Scepter tightly, he closed his eyes, silently chanting the incantation.

Holy Light divine power gathered before him, gradually forging a gigantic Sword of Judgment.

As he opened his eyes, the Sword of Judgment lunged forward abruptly, aiming straight for the chest of the Desire Devil Ghana.

Seeing this, a look of disdain broke across Ghana's face, followed by a dismissive smile.

With a gentle wave of his arm, the dark divine power quietly spread, repelling the Sword of Judgment that was glowing with the radiant Holy Light divine power.

However, Hills did not yield. Targeting Ghana's massive figure, he maneuvered the Sword of Judgment to launch another furious assault.

Due to the forceful circulation of the Holy Light divine power, Hills' body began to unravel in an irreversible manner, minute wounds opening up, spilling blood that stained his pristine robes.

Despite the physical agony, Hills seemed unfazed, his gaze fixated intently on the Soul-Devouring Devil suspended in mid-air.

The Sword of Judgment tore through the sky like a meteor, an unstoppable force homing in on Ghana.

As the distance closed, the sword emitted an eye-blinding brilliance.

Ghana found himself stunned by Hills' courage and resolve, yet as he had stated, the gap in their powers ultimately remained unbridgeable, regardless of Hills' fervent efforts.

Ghana's dark divine power surged once again, enveloping his frame before materializing into a gargantuan Darkblade, matching the Sword of Judgment in stature.

The sky bore witness to the collision of two massive swords of opposing energies, a clash resonating with a deafening roar.

The intertwining of black and white divine powers painted a picture of both splendor and ferocity.

Struggling to maintain his energy output, Hills relentlessly sought a breakthrough, a chink in the devil's defense.

Yet Ghana managed to infuse his Darkblade with dark divine power just before each of Hills' attacks, sustaining a balanced duel of forces amidst the celestial confrontation.

Their battle intensified, making the entire Soulstone Temple tremble under the enormous collisions of energy.

Though the confrontation seemed evenly matched at a glance, any discerning eye could perceive that Hills was deeply ensnared in a significant disadvantage.

For Ghana had yet to unleash his full might, choosing to toy with his adversary in a manner of mockery, while Hills, on the other hand, was giving his all.

Time ticked away second by second, with no one knowing how long this struggle would persist.

Despite his limited power, Hills harbored a steadfast determination, constantly persevering to maintain his offensive foothold.

Suddenly, Hills spotted a vulnerability, a fleeting gap revealed in Ghana's counterattack.

Seizing this chance without hesitation, Hills maneuvered the Sword of Judgment to swat away the Darkblade, making a sudden, fierce thrust towards Ghana's chest.

Unanticipated, the Desire Devil Ghana revealed a bizarre smile, spreading his massive wings as a dark halo formed around him through the surge of his dark divine power.

When the Sword of Judgment struck the dark halo, it began to disintegrate inch by inch, as if ice meeting the scorching sunlight, eventually fragmenting into particles of energy.

"Human, did you truly believe you could harm me? You have exhausted all your strength with my little charade, and now that the real battle begins, how will you respond?" Ghana's voice resounded, replete with malevolence and madness.

A surge of apprehension tightened in Hills' heart, realizing that the enemy he faced was even more potent than he had imagined.

Yet Hills chose not to retreat, for deep within him, he understood all too clearly that retreat would mean offering his wounded comrades up as helpless victims on the chopping block.

Although John had yet to make a move, Hills believed that after the Divine Descent, he was no less potent than the team leader.

He conceded that if he could not defeat the dreadful Soul-Devouring Devil, John stepping forward would lead to the same outcome.

Taking a deep breath, Hills radiated a formidable Holy Light divine power across his entire being.

The battle erupted once again, a catastrophic and awe-inspiring spectacle was born from the collision of Ghana and Hills' forces, their energies intertwining and tearing through the very fabric of space.

Hills skillfully dodged Ghana's assaults, persistently seeking opportunities to counterattack.

His Holy Light energy was potent and searing; despite Ghana's even more terrifying dark divine power, Hills refused to give up.

"You can never defeat me, human!" Ghana bellowed with manic laughter as his dark divine power surged forth, morphing into a massive serpent of darkness.

Undeterred by the oncoming shadowy serpent, Hills focused intently on Ghana, channeling the last reservoirs of his Holy Light divine power into forming a spear aimed at Ghana's chest, ready to trade his life for a mere wound on his adversary.

Hills understood that while his spear of Holy Light divine power might inflict harm upon the Devil, he had entirely abandoned defense and evasion, leaving him vulnerable to a likely fatal strike from the dark serpent.

Despite the odds, he chose this path — some individuals, after all, were willing to disregard their own lives for the sake of faith and light.