Chapter 280 -280-The Third Wave of Offense
Chapter 280: Chapter280-The Third Wave of Offense
The overwhelming skills smashed down onto John’s body, yet they could only deal one insignificant forced damage number after another.
When the powerhouses of the myriad races saw this scene, their eyes nearly popped out.
"Forced damage? A hundred billion skills landed on him, and all of them dealt forced damage?"
"What kind of defense is this? Even a High God-level powerhouse couldn’t do this!"
"A demon... This human is a demon!"
Without their high-end combat power, the myriad-race powerhouses could not deal any real damage to John at all.
Only forced damage.
John’s HP only fluctuated slightly.
The instant it dropped by even a tiny bit, it was immediately restored.
His recovery speed was even faster than the speed of HP loss!
At the same time, large-scale damage numbers appeared above the heads of the myriad-race powerhouses, and their HP was instantly emptied.
[-218371193!]
[-237391237!]
[-239384717!]
The reflected damage numbers were like the scythe of the Grim Reaper. Every jump harvested a huge wave of myriad-race lives.
They did not even have time to scream before their bodies directly turned into white light and disappeared.
[You have killed a Lv.350 Elf Race archer. Obtained Divine Class Points +3,500, gold coins +35,000,000,000, Fame +3,500,000,000!]
[You have plundered SS-grade skill: Nature’s Wrath!]
[You have plundered God-rank item: World Tree Leaf ×3!]
...
[You have killed a Lv.420 Titan Race vanguard. Obtained Divine Class Points +4,200, gold coins +42,000,000,000, Fame +4,200,000,000!]
[You have plundered SSS-grade talent: Heart of the Earth!]
[You have plundered Titan Essence ×200!]
...
[You have killed a Lv.390 Undead Race priest. Obtained Divine Class Points +3,900, gold coins +39,000,000,000, Fame +3,900,000,000!]
[You have plundered SSS-grade skill: Undead Prelude!]
[You have plundered God-rank equipment: Netherbone Staff!]
...
Listening to the prompts beside his ears, John smiled slightly.
"Harvesting like this should speed up my leveling quite a bit."
He glanced at his Divine Class Points balance.
He was already not far from Level 451.
At the same time, the players’ attacks were still continuing endlessly.
Wave after wave of skill seas smashed into the remnants of the myriad-race army, with no gap in the fire coverage.
With John here, the myriad races’ counterattacks were suicide.
And the players only needed to focus on slaughtering, developing at an extremely fast speed.
Countless players obtained kills from the myriad-race powerhouses, and upgrade light continuously appeared on their bodies.
Golden pillars of level-up light rose one after another, illuminating the entire battlefield.
After leveling up more than ten times in a row, [Alan] could not help roaring in the world channel.
"Awesome! This is too damn awesome! Guild Leader is mighty!"
[Anna] also leveled up.
"Following the Guild Leader, I can level up more in a single day than I could by grinding alone for a whole year."
[Holly] held her sword, now stained with the blood of the myriad races. Its sword light grew increasingly sharp.
"These myriad races only have numbers. Their quality really isn’t much."
After this wave, the players of the Genesis Continent would inevitably develop to the super-god level.
The trillion myriad-race powerhouses rapidly dwindled under the dual slaughter of the tens of billions of players’ fire coverage and John’s damage-reflection domain, melting away like ice and snow.
"No! This is impossible!"
"A trillion powerhouses, gone just like that?"
"When did the human race become this strong?"
"I hate this—"
The final batch of myriad-race powerhouses collapsed amid desperate roars.
[You have killed a Lv.410 Beastkin Warlord. Obtained Divine Class Points +4,100, gold coins +41,000,000,000, Fame +4,100,000,000!]
[You have plundered SSS-grade skill: Beast God’s Wrath!]
[You have plundered God-rank material: Beast Emperor War Banner ×1!]
[You have plundered Godhood Shard ×300!]
Soon, that trillion-strong army of myriad-race powerhouses was forcefully exhausted to death by the players.
Across the entire Zone 5 battlefield, the corpses of the myriad races piled up like mountains, and blood flowed like rivers.
Above the battlefield, only the cheers of the human players remained.
...
The demon realm.
While John was suppressing the countless powerhouses invading Zone 5...
Countless peak demigod-grade powerhouses suddenly appeared in this place.
Every race had dispatched one hundred powerhouses.
A million peak demigod powerhouses had gathered in the demon realm.
They were one of the backup forces prepared by the myriad races.
They belonged to the strength of the second wave meant to invade the human world.
To reach peak demigod grade required not only talent, but also all kinds of opportunities.
And the difference between peak demigod grade and ninth-tier demigod was enormous.
It was even greater than the difference between ninth-tier demigod and first-tier demigod.
These one million peak demigod-grade powerhouses...
In terms of destructive power and strength, they were not inferior to that trillion-strong myriad-race army at all.
It could be said that this second wave of powerhouses sent to conquer the human race were all elite-grade members of each race.
Many future God-level powerhouses would emerge from among them.
They represented the future of the myriad-race powerhouses.
...
At this moment.
Many peak demigod powerhouses gathered inside the council hall of the demon realm.
The hall was built from pitch-black demon stone. Ghostly green Hellfire burned around it, illuminating one arrogant face after another.
"Everyone!"
Samael, a peak demigod powerhouse of the demon race, was the first to speak. His voice was deep and filled with killing intent.
"The time is almost here..."
"We will go to the abyssal plane together and kill that John!"
Peak demigod powerhouses were different from ordinary demigod powerhouses.
They were clearly more arrogant and confident.
Before even seeing John, the demigod-grade powerhouses had already been extremely nervous and cautious, forming arrays in preparation.
But these peak demigod-grade powerhouses thought of John as someone merely at the super-god tier.
They were an entire major rank above John!
If it were a one-on-one fight, perhaps their odds of victory were not high.
But if a million powerhouses, all an entire major rank above John, still had to fear him...
That would simply be unreasonable.
John should be the one fearing a million peak demigod powerhouses.
Not a million peak demigod powerhouses fearing John.
"I wonder... how the first wave of powerhouses sent to conquer the human race is doing?"
Gordan, a powerhouse of the Warshapers, crossed his arms and said coldly, "If they can deal with John, then we won’t need to make a move. We can just return and cultivate, then break through to God level as soon as possible."
"I think that’s unlikely."
Raphael, a powerhouse of the Divine Race, shook his head, his tone carrying a trace of disdain.
"The God-level big shots said that they do not expect that trillion-strong army to suppress the human race. They only hope they can exhaust the human race’s foundation and weaken John’s strength by even thirty percent."
"Hmph! I refuse to accept that!"
Baal, a peak demigod powerhouse of the Hellborn, slammed the table, bitterness rising in his heart.
"John is merely at the super-god tier..."
"Yet so many powerhouses were dispatched, and the goal is only to weaken John by thirty percent!"
"They even sent peak existences like us. This is simply absurd."
"Is John really that terrifying?"
Many peak demigod powerhouses nodded.
Most of them thought the same way.
If it were them facing such suppression from the myriad races, they would not even last one second.
Could John really do it?
They were all living beings.
John was even born from the weak human race.
Why did he deserve this kind of treatment?
"I refuse to believe that a tiny human can overturn the heavens," a peak demigod of the Wingborn said coldly.
"Exactly. With a million peak demigods moving together, even High God-level powerhouses would have to retreat."
"That John is merely at the super-god tier. How strong could he possibly be?"
"Let’s go. I want to see whether this John has three heads and six arms, or three eyes."
A million demigod-grade powerhouses prepared to leave the demon realm and head toward the abyssal plane.