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

Chapter 280 279-The Battle is Not Yet Over...

Chapter 280 Chapter279-The Battle is Not Yet Over...

Amidst the battlefield, John took a deep breath, his aura surging and growing more formidable, as if an infinite force pulsed within him.

Ghana's expression shifted rapidly in response.

Then, Ghana watched as John lofted the Divine Palace in his hand high above.

The blade's luminance detached from the Divine Palace, spreading and eventually forming a massive spinning sword wheel.

This wheel held a boundless power, akin to the judgment of deities.

The brilliance of the blade was so dazzling that it illuminated the entire battlefield.

Devil Ghana felt this terrifying power immediately.

Before he could react, John's figure darted across the sky like a lightning bolt, a mere phantom, rapidly closing in on Ghana.

[Shape-shifting (Divine Skill): A skill bestowed by deity Alyssum, who governs the domains of shadow and slaughter. With this skill, one can instantly move to a target within their divine power's sensory range, bypassing any barriers, defenses, or spatial obstructions. Can be used twice, with a current stored count of once and a cooldown of 30 minutes.]

The high-speed maneuverability granted by Shape-shifting allowed John to swiftly encircle Ghana.

The spinning sword wheel, following John's movements, struck Ghana's demonic form with great force.

Ghana's eyes sharpened, his consciousness quickly pivoting as dark divine power coalesced on the surface of his body to form a black shield.

He raised his silvery Libra, unleashing a thunderous strike.

When the sword wheel met Libra, a booming sound echoed.

Energy fluctuations filled the air, the dark luminescence clashing with the sword's glow, sparking dazzling flashes.

John gripped his sword with both hands, the blade's luminance concentrating again, and divine power from within him surged forth, enveloping the entire blade.

He coiled his body and then launched forward, striking at Ghana like a bolt of lightning.

The combat reached a fever pitch, with both parties relentlessly clashing, explosive shockwaves rolling out in every direction.

John deftly dodged and weaved, sword strokes coming in swift succession against the devil before him, each blow carrying a lethal threat.

The dark divine power on Ghana flickered continuously.

Though his shield managed to fend off John's onslaughts for now, Ghana's expression grew increasingly grave.

Because John's strength exceeded His expectations, He could feel the dark shield around Him gradually weakening.

No matter how much dark divine power He poured in, it was to no avail.

He was virtually incapable of mounting a significant counterattack.

A sense of urgency began to churn within Ghana, an overwhelming sense of peril looming over His heart.

John naturally wouldn't miss this golden opportunity to assert dominance.

Sword gleams, as radiant as meteor showers, streaked across the night sky, relentlessly bombarding Ghana.

The shield of dark divine power finally shattered with a resounding crack.

Ghana grunted, hurled backward by the blade's luminescence, and crashed violently into a decaying wall in the distance.

The wall collapsed instantly, raising a cloud of dust.

The squad members observing the battle from below witnessed this scene, and they collectively gasped.

The strength of their own captain was astounding.

To dominate a Devil in combat was almost beyond belief.

Their initial perceptions of the battle had been unclear.

All they noticed was that after the Soul-Devouring Devil Ghana's eyes flickered, John stood still, his eyes appearing lost.

They had been initially concerned, fearing that their captain had been entrapped unknowingly.

However, they hadn't anticipated John's swift recovery and the ensuing beatdown he delivered to Ghana.

Struggling, Ghana managed to stand.

His grotesque demonic face was etched with shock and rage.

He had assumed that his silent arrival on the Godslayer Continent would go unnoticed since the deities capable of opposing him were preoccupied with matters in the Void, neglecting the fate of mere mortals on the Godslayer Continent.

He believed he would reign supreme, unleashing devastation unchecked.

Yet, before he could even break the seal of the Soulstone Temple, this peculiar human confronted and bested him.

He had grievously underestimated John's prowess.

Now, even as he tried to retaliate, he was utterly spent.

Several attempts to strike back were effortlessly deflected by John.

Even his expertise in soul manipulation failed to ensnare this foe.

Ghana was left in a mix of ashen defeat and deep humiliation.

John slowly descended to the ground, his gaze icy as it met Ghana's, a smirk of derision on his lips.

"Well? Still feeling invincible now?" he asked coolly.

Rage smoldering in his eyes, Ghana retorted with a malevolent glint, "Do you really think such feeble attacks can defeat me? How naive you are!"

As his voice trailed off, his form once again became cloaked in dark divine power.

With fierce determination in his eyes, a massive black palm materialized out of thin air, slamming down towards John.

John responded with a cold smile, his figure vanishing instantly from its position.

Like a gust of wind, he reappeared behind Ghana in a flash, aiming straight for his weak spot.

[Unrivaled Strike (Divine Talent): After years of refining your martial prowess, reaching the zenith of your skills, you've finally grasped this lethal move. When activated in battle, this strike carries the power of the cosmic ORDER, breaking all bonds, and even gods would find it hard to fend off.]

Another lethal move!

A blade gleam so sharp it seemed capable of tearing the world apart lanced towards Ghana's back.

Ghana, pushing the dark divine power within him to its limits, transformed into a shadowy blur, narrowly evading John's assault.

His complexion grew even paler.

The pressure from John wasn't the only concern.

Old wounds within him began to rebel, turning his world inside out.

A droplet of pitch-black blood oozed from a gash on Ghana and plummeted to the ground.

Upon impact, it created a massive crater, scattering dust everywhere.

Such is the terrifying nature of a deity; even a single drop of their divine blood can wreak such havoc!

Members of the Devil Elite Team watched the distant crater, inhaling sharply, their faces a mix of shock and apprehension.

For Ghana, the pain and injuries had become secondary.

Only one thought consumed him: even at the cost of aggravating his injuries, he would make this human pay.

Death wasn't a concern for him, as deep within the abyss, his Soul Seed remained intact.

It was his dignity that truly needed defending!

As John's attack concluded, Ghana immediately channeled his dark divine power, transforming into a wisp of black smoke, stealthily reappearing behind John.

With the Libra in hand, he smashed it down heavily towards John's back.

Even though the silvery Libra couldn't unleash its capability to devour the ORDER at this moment, it remained a Divine weapon of immense strength, especially combined with Ghana's dark divine power.

If this blow were to strike John, the damage would be severe.

However, John's reflexes were razor-sharp.

With a slight sidestep, he evaded the descending Libra.

Due to Ghana's forceful onslaught, his momentum carried him forward, exposing a vulnerable gap in his side.

John, seizing the golden opportunity, brandished his blade, its radiant gleam emanating from the Divine Palace, targeting straight for Ghana's heart.

In the nick of time, the silver-white Libra transformed into a bolt of lightning, intercepting John's blade.

The clash between the sword and Libra unleashed a surge of powerful energy ripples.

The surrounding air seemed to be torn apart by the blade's aura and divine power, leading to consecutive explosive sounds.

The fierce energy flux left the spectators below, metaphorically 'munching popcorn,' wearing expressions of sheer astonishment.

They couldn't fathom the intensity of the duel between these two formidable beings.

John let out a cold chuckle, his aura intensifying with terrifying magnitude.

The luminance from the Divine Palace's blade grew even brighter, its trajectory swift and focused, aimed straight at Ghana's vulnerabilities.

Feeling the overwhelming pressure, Ghana desperately summoned the remnants of his dark divine power, conjuring yet another black shield.

However, this time was different.

The shield, composed of dark divine power, trembled incessantly, seemingly on the brink of shattering.

John's eyes shone brilliantly, resembling stars in the night sky.

He was well aware that the unstable black shield signified that Ghana's dark divine power was nearing its end.

"Meet your end!" John exclaimed, the gleam of his sword flashing as it effortlessly penetrated Ghana's dark shield, piercing straight into his chest.

With a roar of agony, Ghana's form exploded violently, scattering into countless fragments of flesh.

Propelled by the explosion's force, John swiftly drifted back, hovering emotionlessly in mid-air, his gaze cold yet resolute.

"Is it over? Did we actually slay a Devil?"

The bewildered members of the squad at the battle's edge murmured amongst themselves, their eyes filled with disbelief.

The massive demon form of Ghana had shattered into pieces right before them, creating a surreal sight.

This was a Devil, an entity on par with deities!

A supreme being whose mere thoughts could dictate the fate of countless lives.

How could it be reduced to nothing by a single thrust of their captain's blade?

Before setting out, their quest had been simple: drive the Devil back into the Abyss, ensuring it posed no threat to the Godslayer Continent.

A task they would consider accomplished if achieved.

They never truly believed they could vanquish a Devil.

Yet, what was unfolding before them now?

Just as the squad members prepared to step out from the Divine Guardian's protective barrier to clear the battlefield, John suddenly gestured for them to halt.

"Don't be hasty," he warned. "The battle isn't over yet!"

The group looked up in shock. Before they could voice their confusion, they observed a monumental shift on the battlefield.

The scattered remnants of Ghana's body now hovered in the air, converging from every direction.