80: Chapter 80 The Powerful Allen!

Necropolis of the Gods, 16th floor.

"Whoosh!"

A crimson sword light tore through the Void Realm.

Allen Dawson didn't even bother with small talk; he raised his hand and delivered a heavy slash.

The speed of this sword strike was too fast.

It was so fast that the air didn't even have time to produce a sonic boom before the blade was already above the old man's head.

The old man had originally been sitting in the center of the altar.

A kind, gentle smile even hung on his benevolent face.

Facing this sudden, fatal strike.

The old man suddenly raised his right arm.

A milky-white light shield appeared out of thin air above him.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion echoed over the dried-up lake.

Violent air currents swept in all directions like a tsunami.

The ten-thousand-meter-wide gray-green altar was instantly covered in spiderweb-like cracks.

Under this terrifying reactionary force.

The old man's body was sent flying like a cannonball.

He tumbled through the air for thousands of meters.

He only managed to stop after smashing through a hundred-meter-high hill.

Dust filled the sky.

Allen Dawson hovered above the altar, not pursuing the victory.

He merely gripped the zhan tian sword, his brows slightly furrowed.

Too weak.

The strength this old man displayed was at most that of an ordinary Six-Star Fiend.

He was even the bottom-of-the-barrel type among Six-Star Fiends.

This didn't make sense.

The prisoners locked up on the 16th floor were all Six-Star Fiends.

Those ordinary types wandering outside were already strong enough.

Since this old man could occupy the central altar and become the guardian of this floor.

His strength couldn't possibly be just this level.

Even if he thought about it with his toes.

Allen Dawson could guess that this old guy was definitely hiding his true strength.

"Cough, cough..."

From the ruins in the distance came several extremely pretentious coughs.

The old man brushed the dust off his white robe and slowly floated out from the pile of rubble.

The look in his eyes as he gazed at Allen Dawson held no anger, but rather a sense of superiority.

"Young man."

"Don't be so hot-headed."

The old man stroked the white beard on his chin and spoke with a smile.

In his perspective.

Allen Dawson was just a Midgod who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, relying on his decent talent.

He had seen too many of these brash youngsters in his long years.

Arrogant just because they had a little strength.

Little did he know, the waters in this Necropolis of the Gods were deep enough to drown a Fiend from Hell.

Allen Dawson didn't respond.

He just watched the old man quietly, as if looking at a clown.

Being stared at by such a dismissive gaze from Allen Dawson.

The smile on the old man's face could finally no longer be maintained.

"Since you want to die."

"Then this old man will grant your wish!"

The moment his voice fell.

The old man's body shook violently.

Immediately after.

Two extremely solid figures stepped out from his body.

The figure on the left wore a golden robe.

Violent purple thunder circled his body, and he held a giant hammer flashing with lightning.

The figure on the right wore an emerald green robe, and his whole body exuded a rich aura of life.

Lightning Affinity Highgod Clone!

Laws of Life Highgod Clone!

Plus the old man's original Light-element Highgod Clone.

Three full Divine Clones locked onto Allen Dawson in a triangular formation.

The most deadly part was.

The aura emitted by these three Divine Clones was all genuinely at the Six-Star Fiend level!

This was the true confidence that allowed the old man to dominate the 16th floor.

Three against one, a siege.

Among those of the same rank, he could walk sideways.

In the old man's view.

At the moment he revealed all his trump cards, the Midgod opposite should have been in despair.

He was even prepared to enjoy the expression of panic and fear on Allen Dawson's face.

However.

What shocked the old man was.

Allen Dawson didn't take a half-step back, and his hand holding the sword didn't even tremble.

On the contrary.

Allen Dawson smiled.

He stuck out his tongue and licked his somewhat dry lips.

In those black and white eyes, two extremely fiery balls of Battle Intent instantly erupted.

"Three Six-Star Fiends."

"Now this is interesting."

Allen Dawson whispered.

Before the words faded.

He had already turned into a crimson lightning bolt, actively charging into the encirclement!

"Arrogant!"

The old man's Light God Clone roared angrily.

He had lived for countless years.

He had never seen such an arrogant Midgod.

Facing the siege of three Six-Star Fiends, he actually dared to take the initiative to charge?

"Kill!"

The old man gave the order.

The golden-robed old man made the first move, and the thunderous giant hammer in his hand smashed down fiercely.

Countless thick purple lightning bolts intertwined in mid-air to form a huge lightning net, covering Allen Dawson's head.

At the same time.

The Life God Clone also moved.

Thick green vines emerged from the Void Realm like poisonous snakes.

They crazily wrapped around Allen Dawson's legs, attempting to limit his movement space.

And the old man's Light-element main body floated high in the sky.

He condensed a dazzling light sword in his hand, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Allen Dawson at any moment.

The three Divine Clones coordinated seamlessly.

This was simply a perfect killing trap.

However.

Allen Dawson, who was in the desperate situation, didn't even blink.

The Fire-element Divine Power in his body circulated crazily like boiling magma.

He didn't care about the green vines; he directly raised his left leg and stepped into the Void Realm.

"Bang!"

The Void Realm emitted an unbearable wail.

Violent power poured down along Allen Dawson's leg.

The moment it touched this power.

Those incredibly tough green vines were directly shaken into dust.

Immediately after.

Allen Dawson gripped the zhan tian sword with both hands and slashed upwards against the thunderous giant hammer falling from above!

"Clang—!"

The deafening sound of metal clashing was enough to tear one's eardrums.

The crimson sword blade and the purple giant hammer collided fiercely.

The next second.

The golden-robed old man's expression changed drastically.

He felt an irresistible, terrifying giant force pouring into his arms along the giant hammer.

"Crack!"

The bone of the golden-robed old man's arm made a crisp sound.

His burly body was directly sent flying by this sword strike, scattering large amounts of Divine blood along the way.

Repelling the Thunder God Clone in one strike.

Allen Dawson didn't pause.

He used the force of the rebound to twist his body eerily in mid-air.

The zhan tian sword in his hand drew a semicircle, slashing directly at the Life God Clone who wanted to sneak attack.

The green-robed old man was scared out of his wits.

He desperately urged his Life Divine Power, condensing dozens of sturdy wooden shields in front of him.

But before this sword strike of Allen Dawson, which was infinitely close to a Seven-Star Fiend.

These wooden shields were like paper, instantly shredded.

"Swish!"

The sword edge grazed the green-robed old man's shoulder, bringing up a long string of blood.

If it weren't for him dodging fast.

This sword would definitely have chopped his head off.

Just one exchange.

The old man's three Divine Clones—one seriously injured, one lightly injured, and the main body hadn't even found a chance to attack.

The scene instantly fell into a deathly silence.

High in the sky.

The old man's Light-element main body stared fixedly at Allen Dawson, his eyeballs almost popping out.

How is this possible!

Is this f*cking really a Midgod?

One sword strike to send a Thunder Six-Star Fiend flying?

One sword strike to heavily injure a Life Six-Star Fiend?

Even those perverted Seven-Star Fiends in Hell couldn't do it so effortlessly!