"You wanted to pretend to be a saint? Want to defend the weak? If you had an ounce of shame, you should kill yourself, and using your own blood, everyone would thank you for your benevolence." The human Sniper said with a sarcastic smile.
"Yeah, all of you should die! That way, the next test will open up, and the weak won’t have to perish. Come on, let’s go!" The human Warlock shouted, encouraging more people around to join in.
"Sir... I can’t take this anymore..." Nebai murmured, clenching his fists, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"It’s a trap. They want the cultivators from the weaker sects to attack first because they know they can’t be arrogant with us. The goal is to wear us down. If we fall for this, we’ll be fooled." Zaimo whispered, positioning himself next to Nebai.
But when they looked at the whale, they noticed a subtle, sinister excitement in him. The enemies’ tactics were obvious, yet he seemed to be watching a ridiculous show, just letting the enemies go on. All the dwarves understood immediately: he had been waiting and digging for this opportunity the whole time. They took a deep breath; since when did the God of Forge set such dark traps?
"You idiots don’t need to force him into anything. I admit I’m a weak man, and without this human, I would already be dead. May the heavens pay this debt for me..." A voice sounded from behind the whale, and someone moved quickly.
"Don’t do it!" The whale turned, his voice heavy with harshness.
He took a swift step toward the man, but the man was already on the other side of the crowd. The whale moved quickly, pushing others aside with a single motion, but it was a second too late.
*Poft!*
When he finally reached him, the man had already committed suicide, falling to the stairs and transforming into a bloody mist due to the power of the place. He was young and immature, probably the son of someone important, too proud to bear such humiliation.
The whale’s expression turned immediately cold. An invisible force sucked all the blood from the man’s body, and the most powerful even felt his soul being dragged away...
As soon as the man died, those who had been saved felt a deep humiliation and helplessness. Most were young masters used to respect and adoration. Being so belittled and ridiculed was something new for them, and few could bear it.
"Stop being pathetic." The whale spat dryly. "You think you’re above the world, unable to handle a loss? Wake up to reality, you bastards. Everyone suffers; that’s the only certainty in life beyond death. Enduring and moving on is the only valid option; only then will you have a chance to change anything."
The weaker ones lowered their heads, ashamed. From the whale’s anger, the dwarves realized that saving these people was not part of his plans. This attitude seemed like a burden he chose to carry for no apparent reason; it sent a heat through the dwarves’ chests.
"Hahaha, did you see that? People are killing themselves because of you. You don’t want to be a hero or a saint? What are you waiting for? Kill yourself! Make a name for yourself, hahaha..." The human Sniper laughed uncontrollably.
The whale laughed at those words, but then everyone felt the atmosphere freeze until their bones ached. A brown light from the earth ignited in the whale’s eyes, and on his fists, two tattoos pulsed.
*CRACK!*
Suddenly, everyone widened their eyes at the sound of bones breaking. They looked in shock as the whale’s large hand tightly grasped the neck of the human Sniper. He seemed to have teleported to the middle of the cultivators from the Three Sovereign Gods Sect.
"Ah..."
A muffled scream of pain escaped the Sniper; his eyes turned purple, and he felt indescribable pain. The whale’s fist tightened around his neck, and an energy invaded his body. The sound of crushed bones echoed, and everyone felt as if everything inside the Sniper was being cooked.
Everything happened in a second. The disciples of the Three Sovereign Gods Sect snapped out of their stupor, scared.
The whale was in the Spirit Fusion Realm, while the Sniper, in the Divine Origin Realm, was still a heroic disciple. No matter how strong he was, facing almost a realm difference, his power should be limited.
But... before the whale, his cultivation seemed to have been abolished; he offered no resistance.
"YOU! Let him go, or else..."
The red-haired human shouted, but fell silent mid-sentence. He saw the glorious heroic disciple from his sect, now terrified, and a yellowish liquid began to trickle down his groin, staining the arena floor. The fear and pain were so great that he lost control.
"How pathetic." A distant voice sounded. At that moment, all the cultivators looked at the sect with disdain.
"How does it feel when death comes for you? Is it fun? Why do you deprive others of their lives so generously? Do you need to trample the weak to show your strength?" The whale’s voice slowly reverberated, and the Sniper had no strength left to even groan.
"You keep saying that the weak are the stepping stones for the strong and that the law of the jungle is the law of the world? If this is the celestial will, then I declare this is a shitty world, and I will change the celestial laws. If anyone opposes, they can come to me."
The whale’s voice sounded like thunder, shaking the sky and the earth, stirring all the laws. Everyone was stunned; this convention was made by heroes. This was a declaration of war on the entire world, a declaration of war against heroes and the laws of heaven and earth.
"NO! AHHHHH!"
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Suddenly, a roar of pain so intense it seemed to resonate with every fiber of his being echoed through the arena.
*Poft!*
But the scream was short-lived. The man’s body exploded into a bloody mist, shocking everyone present. It took a few seconds for people to process what had just happened.
A golden rune appeared in the middle of the bloody mist; it was the power of rebirth from a Conqueror. That human was at a higher level, but he didn’t have time to show it.
A black saber appeared in the whale’s hand. In an instant, the entire arena was engulfed by a suffocating Yin aura.
There was no sound, just the subtle movement of the saber cutting through the air. Everyone’s eyes widened as they saw the golden rune split in half and vanish. That human didn’t get the chance to be reborn.
"KILL THEM!!!"
The red-haired human roared, awakening his allies and subordinates from their stupor. Everyone drew their weapons and charged at the whale, who was surrounded by enemies.
A wave of Qi flowed through the arena, causing the weaker ones to take a few steps back. The whale smiled slightly; in front of that smile, everyone watching from afar forgot to breathe.
*BOOM!!!*
The black saber sliced through, and the world seemed to lose its colors. Immediately, dozens of cultivators exploded into bloody mists.
The dwarves and the alchemists roared and charged toward the Three Sovereign Gods Sect. The Berserkers, initially confused about what to do, soon realized they should fight alongside the whale. Without a second thought, they attacked, ignoring the fact that they were turning against their own sect.
Alm and Bruno also attacked without mercy. Killing the heroic disciples of one of the largest sects in the universe was the only way to calm the smaller sects, which were terrified. Otherwise, if everyone in the arena united against them, the fight would become chaotic.
Bruno wasn’t a saint. But facing the entire arena alone, no matter how strong the dwarven army was, would lead to heavy losses, which he couldn’t accept. That had always been the plan from the start; however, the suicide of that man truly enraged him.
"Hold him!"
The red-haired human roared, pulling out numerous runes from his inventory. About ten thousand Warlocks attacked the whale at the same time.
Various elements came together in the skies, covering the whale like an invincible rain of explosive power. Everyone watching from a distance was astonished, convinced it was impossible to survive such a massive attack.
Contrary to all expectations, the whale simply sighed, and suddenly all the fused elemental laws from the Warlocks froze in space. But that was enough to make him stop for a second.
Suddenly, the space around the whale closed in. Alm and Bruno watched in surprise as countless multicolored runes appeared, forming a barrier around them. That was a powerful formation the red-haired human had prepared to defeat the whale.
’Dao of the God of Formation?’ Alm and Bruno exclaimed, shocked.
That was against all their expectations, and with minimal effort, the formation completely trapped them, like a turtle in a jar.
"Hahahah, success!" The red-haired human laughed, euphoric.
The full battle unfolded suddenly, but the whale was trapped very quickly. The dwarves were alarmed, all turning their gazes to Zaimo, ready to use all their cards and fight with everything they had.
Zaimo remained calm and focused, but inside he was surprised. He completely lost contact with the whale through the array. That formation was truly shocking, sealing the whale completely from the outside world.
The dwarf huffed; the whale’s orders wouldn’t reach him, so he would have to act on his own.
The dwarves fought only with their war hammers, wearing light armor to protect their bodies. By the whale’s order, they were holding back. But if all the dwarves donned their armor and fought with everything, they could barely defeat the enemies and resolve the situation.
Then, another sudden change occurred.
Zaimo turned his attention back to the arena with eyes full of rage. A new army, with over three hundred thousand disciples, moved quickly toward the battle.
They were elves and two mixed plant races. Zaimo recognized the emblem on their clothing; they were from the fifth largest sect in the universe.
"Shit,"
The dwarf spat. With the addition of these new enemies, things were going to get very complicated, even if they fought with everything they had.