Chương 268: Chapter264-War God, Save Me!

"War God's Skill — Meteor Descent!"

With a wave of Raymond's hand, the space above him trembled, and countless spears rained down like dense volleys of arrows, filling the sky as they shot toward Owen!

Each spear shone with an unbearable, piercing light, illuminating the dark abyss as brightly as daylight.

Below, the ground was instantly riddled with countless bottomless craters as the spears arrived, torn apart by a bone-chilling force, creating black holes of unfathomable depth.

Even Elysia and the Archdemon, who stood at a distance, felt a chill spread through their bodies, causing them to shudder involuntarily.

Although this attack wasn't aimed at them, they still had an instinctive urge to flee.

Owen looked up at the abnormal phenomenon in the sky, where the countless spears were accelerating, getting faster and faster.

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A strange sense of unease crept up on him.

But the four blood projections held the absolute advantage among the myriad clones. Where was the danger coming from?!

His face grew solemn, and with a thought, he commanded the four projections to move closer to him, tightening their formation. This way, he could respond to any unexpected threats with ease.

Meanwhile, Owen’s clones began unleashing a series of devastating attacks.

TNT!

Godslayer Array!

Order Fusion Spell!

Obsidify lv4!

Judgment Light Sword!

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An endless stream of Owen’s attacks swarmed over the four blood projections, submerging their position in a sea of destructive magic.

Even with God King-level strength, the four blood projections could only take defensive positions in the face of such terrifying and relentless assaults.

Just then, the real Owen, who had been concealing himself with Shadow Step, suddenly appeared behind Raymond and swung his sword down!

The moment Owen revealed himself, Raymond’s scalp tingled, and cold sweat drenched his back. He had never expected Owen to possess such a bizarre stealth technique.

Although he sensed the danger, most of his essence blood and mana were tied up with the four projections, leaving him no choice but to burn a portion of his life force to forcibly widen the gap between them.

Even so, the power of Owen’s strike was terrifying. Though Raymond managed to pull away, a deep, bloody gash was torn across his back, with blood gushing out in a steady stream, forming a hideous wound.

The cut, inflicted by the Supreme Sword, was almost impossible to heal, radiating a piercing sword aura.

Excruciating pain shot through Raymond’s body, twisting his face into a grimace. But before he could scream, Owen, seizing the advantage, struck again.

The glint of the blade heralded an unprecedented sense of impending death.

Already grievously wounded, Raymond had no strength left to fend off this fatal blow. With his last breath, he roared desperately:

“War God, save me!”