I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax - Chapter 91

Chapter91-Head-On Collision
“Boom!”

The Infernal Gate slammed shut.

Following that, the purple pillar of light enveloping Stellarburg suddenly developed cracks, then explosively burst into fragments of starlight, dissipating into the air.

The sacrificial array was utterly destroyed!

“Waste.”

As the pillar vanished, a detached voice seemed to drift from the distant heavens, faint yet carrying a dizzying force with it.

Merely hearing it induced a sense of vertigo in the onlookers.

They gazed skyward, a chill running down their spines.

This was… the voice of the Dusk Lord!

This entity had been on the other side of the sacrificial array all along! Had the Dusk Sect’s plan come to fruition…

Many faces paled with terror at the unthinkable consequences.

Shadowcloud, holding his purple dagger, stood with his tattered clothes fluttering in the wind.

Black lines radiated from the center of his forehead, spreading rapidly.

His life force flickered as if it were a candle in the wind, threatening to extinguish at any moment.

“Dusk Lord, huh?” Shadowcloud sighed, weariness etched on his face.

He was all too aware that numerous dark gods coveted this land, stopping at nothing in their efforts to descend upon it.

The horror and madness of these beings remained vivid in Shadowcloud’s memory.

Regrettably, he might no longer have the chance to thwart these entities.

Gazing at the gradually fading Infernal Gate, a hint of regret appeared in Shadowcloud’s eyes.

Not just the dark gods, even Rean had narrowly escaped this time.

Two strikes of the Godslayer Blade had failed to annihilate him on the spot.

Shadowcloud mocked himself, “In the end, it seems I’ve grown old…”

No sooner had he spoken than his complexion turned beet red, then swiftly ashen pale.

Shadowcloud clutched at his chest, his body staggering before plummeting from mid-air.

Watching that figure swiftly descending, Victor wanted to save him, but was held back by the Desire Demon, rendering him unable to move.

“Get lost!”

Victor’s face was grim, his aura of murder surging.

A beam of light shot up from the sword in his hand, followed by countless blade auras at his feet suddenly merging into a towering greatsword, slashing at the Desire Demon with unparalleled momentum.

The skies rolled back as dark clouds, the giant sword, ensnared in a tempest, thunderously crashed down.

Without Rean, the Desire Demon’s strength had significantly diminished.

Faced with Victor’s heaven-cleaving strike, it stood no chance of resistance, its immense body cleaved in two.

A piercing shriek rang out as the giant sword exploded within it, transforming into countless blade auras rampaging and wreaking havoc inside.

Before it could begin to mend its wounds, several more deadly blade auras struck.

The air was wild with sword energies, each blade aura carrying terrifying power.

The Desire Demon’s vast body dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a block of ice melting under the sun.

Victor, sword in hand, breathed heavily from the immense exertion, but had no moment to rest.

Seeing Shadowcloud about to hit the ground, Victor, without looking back, transformed into a beam of sword light, swiftly moving towards Shadowcloud.

Baron and the others also turned their attention to the scene.

In the end, it was Alexander, mounted on a twin-winged golden lion, who steadily caught Shadowcloud.

At that moment, Shadowcloud’s breath was faint, dark patterns spreading rapidly across his body.

Blood continuously flowed from his mouth and nose, his life force fading at an astonishing rate.

Alexander turned back, urgently calling out, “Principal Eldritch!”

Eldritch hurried over to assess Shadowcloud’s injuries, then his staff illuminated with a brilliant white light, shining upon Shadowcloud.

“Blessing of Life!”

“Gift of Life!”

“Advanced Healing!”

…

In just the blink of an eye, Eldritch unleashed several high-level healing spells.

Enveloped in a rich aura of life, the markings on Shadowcloud’s body swiftly receded, and his complexion improved slightly.

However, his life force continued to fade, only now at a slightly decelerated pace.

Victor, arriving on the scene midair, asked gravely, “How is he?” Everyone’s gaze turned towards Eldritch.

With a sigh, Eldritch shook his head, “General Shadowcloud used the Godslayer Blade twice, overexerting his own life force. My skills cannot mend such damage…”

The Godslayer Blade is a high-tier forbidden technique, exceptionally unique.

This secret technique not only demands a lot from its user but also exacts a significant toll with each use.

Even at the pinnacle of Shadowcloud’s strength, it was not to be overused.

Now, far from his prime, Shadowcloud had nearly exhausted his remaining life essence with two consecutive uses of the Godslayer Blade.

Unless a demi-god-tier healing awakener could intervene, even sustaining his life was exceedingly difficult.

Though Eldritch left his statement unfinished, the implication was clear to all present.

It seemed highly unlikely that Shadowcloud would survive this ordeal.

The only demi-god-tier healer in the Federal, currently far away in the capital — Seraphina’s grandfather, the patriarch of House Harris — was simply too distant to arrive in time.

The mood among those present was somber.

Shadowcloud’s significance to the Federation extended beyond his prowess as a formidable warrior.

His legendary exploits had inspired many, proving that humans could indeed triumph over gods.

His death here would represent a tremendous loss for the Federation.

Alexander clenched his fists, teeth gritted in anger, “That bastard Rean, dying so easily would be too kind for him!”

The mention of Rean’s name seemed to give Shadowcloud a brief resurgence of energy, as if the light had returned to him momentarily.

His complexion was as pale as paper, and his voice was barely a whisper, “Quick… Rean is not dead… he’s gravely injured… so he couldn’t have gone far… he must be killed!”

The revelation that Rean had survived Shadowcloud’s assault took everyone by surprise.

Even more astounding was the legendary awakener’s insistence on Rean’s death, despite being on the brink of death himself.

“You all take care of General Shadowcloud. I’ll go after Rean,” Victor declared, gripping his sword tightly, his eyes filled with icy determination.

Today, no matter what, Rean had to die!

Without waiting for a response, Victor transformed into a beam of sword light, swiftly following Rean’s trail.

Elsewhere, just outside Stellarburg, jubilation filled the air.

The masses witnessed the shattering of the purple pillar of light that had enveloped all of Stellarburg.

The terrifying black monster, too, had been slain by a giant sword, signaling that the crisis was averted.

However, transcendent-tier powerhouses like Albertus and Dark Fox still wore grave expressions.

Their formidable abilities and enhanced vision allowed them to perceive more than most.

Though they couldn’t see every detail of the battle, they distinctly noticed the Infernal Gate slamming shut and Shadowcloud plummeting from the sky, understanding that the situation of this legendary warrior was far from optimistic.

Moreover, within Stellarburg, numerous dusk worshipers remained.

If these individuals weren’t dealt with promptly, they could still inflict tremendous harm on Hidden Stars.

Although the immediate danger had been neutralized, it was no time for complacency.

As they deliberated on whether to enter Stellarburg, a sinister presence suddenly emerged.

Almost immediately, a formidable pressure descended upon the area, petrifying everyone in place.

Faces filled with shock and bewilderment, they wondered what was happening.

John’s expression dramatically shifted as he swiftly turned towards the source of this aura.

It was the unmistakable presence of the Dusk Sect! A dreadful premonition rose in John’s heart.

Could it be Rean…?

The next moment, a profound and pitch-black light flared, confirming John’s suspicion.

A mere few dozen meters from the crowd, a colossal black gate rapidly materialized.

Despite its battered condition, the gate exuded a horrifying aura.

It was the Infernal Gate, indeed!

Under the watchful eyes of all present, the Infernal Gate slowly creaked open.

What followed was a ghastly head, resembling a malevolent spirit, wrapped in thick black mists, shooting out of the gate like lightning.

The head’s skin was charred, bereft of hair, its face marred by burns, with some areas revealing the stark whiteness of bone and teeth beneath.

The eyes were nothing but bloody, fleshy pits.

It was Rean!

The moment Rean was seen, nearly everyone present held their breath.

He was still alive! And he had escaped to this place!

The newly awakened, their faces etched with terror, had all heard tales of Rean’s dread.

The state of Stellarburg, now in ruins, was his doing—calling him a demon in human flesh was no exaggeration.

Facing such a deranged individual, many felt their legs weaken.

“Everyone, leave this place at once!”

John was the first to react, gripping the Bloodthirsty Blade tightly as he roared a warning, urging the crowd to flee.

It was then that the others snapped to their senses—staying meant certain death.

The crowd dispersed in a tumult.

Apart from those from Hidden Stars and individuals like Albertus, everyone swiftly evacuated the area.

The officials, in particular, ran for their lives as if possessed, cursing why they weren’t born with an extra pair of legs.