I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax - Chapter 418

Chapter 418: Chapter418-Divine Wrath from Above!
This was a power they had never experienced before, and they had never seen anything like it.

These skyfall fireballs and relentless slashing blades from above, skills that no one but a deity could wield.

“It’s a god, this power is divine! My god, we have offended a deity.”

Someone shouted out, and at that moment, everyone else watched in terror, extremely frightened.

This power descending from the heavens was beyond anything any of them could muster.

Their inscriptions could only enhance themselves.

This external force was not something any of them possessed.

Apart from a divine being, they could find no other explanation—this was the power of a god!

The others also felt immense fear.

Having offended a god, what good end could they possibly expect? They simply could not defeat those protected by a deity.

In an instant, fear, and even a profound sense of despair, filled their hearts.

What to do?

What could they possibly do now?

Were they really battling a god?

This power was something they could not contend with; if they had truly offended a deity, then what should they do next?

Was death their only path?

Vulture sensed almost instantly that their morale was off.

His expression darkened immediately.

In battles between armies, morale is critically important.

If they completely lost their spirit, it meant they were undoubtedly doomed to defeat.

“What are you doing? Are you inherently inferior? Do you have no hope of victory?”

Vulture scoffed coldly, sweeping his hand and lashing a whip across one of the beasts.

Howl!

The beast trembled in pain, and a trace of blood seeped from beneath its fur.

Its howls sent involuntary shivers through the other beasts around it, hearing boundless pain in the cry of their fellow.

Yet, they dared not rebel, knowing that defiance would only lead to certain death.

No matter how intense the pain, they had to endure it silently, clenching their teeth and not daring to move.

The others also fell silent, filled with rage.

After all, these magical beasts were like their brothers, their companion creatures, but in this moment, they felt utterly powerless to protect them.

They had to forcibly suppress their feelings, holding back any resentment, silently enduring.

“Charge! I have blessed you; you possess the most powerful strength in this world. You are second to none. Just kill them, and whatever you desire, I can grant you!”

Though some were initially hesitant, seeing the items Vulture presented ignited their excitement.

Indeed, they came here today precisely for these things; they had no way out.

If they lost, they would become slaves to the enemy, or even face death at the hands of their chieftain.

Better to fight valiantly and win.

Winning would allow them to do more, achieve more, and possess more.

Those who were dejected just moments ago were now intensely excited; they all hoped to eliminate their opponents entirely, as only then could they obtain everything they desired.

Seeing their adversaries recover so quickly, the people of the White Horse Tribe also felt a surge of fear.

Truth be told, they too were terrified upon witnessing these mysterious powers initially.

But now, faced with absolute gains, everyone set aside their fears.

This was the allure of absolute power.

Having seen what the powerful could achieve, they were no longer content to be lesser.

John also clearly sensed the change in the enemy’s emotions, his brow slightly furrowing.

In battle, morale is paramount.

He had just capitalized on the moment the giants appeared combined with the serpent’s surprise attack to completely deplete the enemy’s morale.

But unexpectedly…

Roar!

A massive light orb formed in the mouth of a Windwolf and, in an instant, hurtled toward the crowd.

At this moment, John remained composed, lightly tapping his staff, and a large, translucent white shield suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

The people of the Zebra Tribe showed a distinct look in their eyes.

They had been ready to rely on their own inscription powers to resist, but they hadn’t expected to be completely shielded like this.

They didn’t sustain any injuries; their fur wasn’t even scratched.

Not only that, John also commanded the nearby serpent and Earth Giant to violently shake the ground.

Amidst this seismic trembling, the magical beasts let out cries of terror.

Even the people of the Panther Tribe couldn’t control their own beasts, continuously falling off them.

Several individuals were nearly trampled to death by their own creatures.

Vulture watched everything unfold with a face turning livid with rage.

“Such incompetence,” he thought.

If his brothers had been here, they certainly would not have let the situation deteriorate to such an extent.

Despite possessing such formidable power, they lived in such a pathetic state.

When the Zebra Tribe saw that their opponents had been thrown off their magical beasts, they were instantly filled with excitement.

Without their beasts, the enemy was no different from them—in fact, they might even be weaker.

“Now it’s up to you,” John said with a slight, confident smile.

The Zebra Tribe chieftain, equally excited, waved his hand.

“Leave the rest to us.”

The Divine Envoy had created the perfect opportunity for them.

If they couldn’t defeat the enemy now, how would they be any better than worthless?

With a roar from the chieftain, the entire tribe charged forward with incredible speed.

John didn’t forget to rely on the Thorned Rock Serpent to help them advance swiftly.

After all, the enemy could still control their magical beasts and had a better understanding of their capabilities than the Zebra Tribe did.

If those beasts regained control and became a threat, the Zebra Tribe would be doomed.

Vulture watched in horror as his people were slaughtered one by one, his eyes burning with rage, almost as if they could bleed.

Although these weren’t his closest comrades, they were still his pawns, meant to be used in his plan to destroy John.

But he hadn’t expected to lose more than half of them in just a single encounter!

When Vulture finally saw John, he was filled with a fury that made him grit his teeth.

“You… you deserve to die!”

John stood atop the Thorned Rock Serpent, looking down at Vulture with a commanding gaze.

“Indeed, someone deserves to die—but who that is remains to be seen.”

Vulture’s hands trembled with rage, but he managed a cold, twisted smile.

“Do you really think you’ll leave here alive?”

The Zebra Tribe chieftain, holding a stone blade, swung it with force, decapitating one Panther Tribe member after another.

In an instant, blood soaked the ground, even the dust in the air seemed tinged with crimson.

The Zebra Tribe cheered, celebrating their chieftain, their hero!

Vulture sneered, his staff swirling in his hand.

In a flash, the eyes of every magical beast began to turn red, growing more frenzied by the second.

Some of the beasts started anxiously pawing at the ground, and even the members of the Panther Tribe struggled to maintain control.

They cast uneasy glances at their beasts, but in the next moment, they too were consumed by a rising agitation.

A powerful wave of emotion swelled in their chests, desperate for release!

The Panther Tribe members, their eyes now bloodshot, stared across at their enemies.

Kill them!

Kill them!

Let the blood of their enemies quench the fire of their rage!