The Ultimate Divine Class-Chapter 469 - 382 Doctor advised me to reduce intense exercise_1
"BUZZZZZ—"
Atop the gray-white pyramid, countless transparent and invisible ripples spread out in all directions.
This was the aftermath of a pure Spiritual Power collision, which had little impact on reality.
But to the few living beings remaining on the scene, it was as if all their senses had been directly distorted.
They looked toward the top of the pyramid but couldn’t see anything; everything was a blur.
Huh?
Lu Yuan was somewhat surprised at the result of his greatsword Divine Weapon’s attack.
In his vision, he saw the massive golden blade manifested by his Spiritual Power hovering above the gray-white pyramid’s summit, held at bay by a formless, variegated force.
This variegated, formless force enveloped the black-robed man at the top of the gray-white pyramid like a giant barrier. Lu Yuan attempted several times to pierce it with his greatsword Divine Weapon, but to no avail.
Two people remained on the field.
The Spiritual Power fluctuations emanating from the black-robed man of the Ten Thousand God Temple were only at the seventh rank.
The man standing beside him, wearing the platinum mask, was slightly stronger, having reached the eighth rank.
This was why Lu Yuan had felt that peak eighth-rank combat strength would be sufficient.
But now it seems... the opponent isn’t as simple as I’d imagined.
"WHOOSH—"
Lu Yuan exhaled lightly. The greatsword Divine Weapon vanished, then reappeared.
A surge of Spiritual Power gushed out, and the door-panel-sized golden greatsword suddenly split into two.
After his [Divine Weapon] skill was upgraded to Lv. 2, the number of Spiritual Power Divine Weapons Lu Yuan could manifest with each activation also increased.
The two gigantic, door-panel-like golden swords vanished instantly with a turn of his thoughts.
In the void, two vortexes of distorted light flashed brilliantly and then vanished.
"BOOM!"
Invisible ripples of a hurricane-like force exploded from the top of the gray-white pyramid. The Eleventh Throne, the man wearing the platinum mask, retreated, his expression shifting.
The black-robed man from the Ten Thousand God Temple remained motionless. However, the black Crystal Ball in his hand suddenly erupted with an incomparable, variegated brilliance. His black robe billowed as if struck by a fierce headwind, rustling loudly as it clung tightly to his body.
The glint in Lu Yuan’s eyes flashed continuously.
Each flash of this glint signified an assassination attempt launched by the two greatsword Divine Weapons against the black-robed man from the Ten Thousand God Temple.
The air high above the gray-white pyramid’s peak roiled with disturbances. The terrifying aftershocks from the clash of Spiritual Power caused rapid alternations of light and darkness, as if someone were constantly flipping a switch controlling this part of the sky.
Amidst the dreamlike intermingling of illusion and reality, an unutterably terrifying, lethal intent flared up repeatedly.
After numerous attempts, Lu Yuan still couldn’t penetrate the mottled barrier protecting the black-robed man.
He could sense that the power of this barrier seemed to originate from the wills of many different Evil Gods.
This phenomenon was exceedingly strange.
It was as if a person were simultaneously wearing a multitude of protective charms—Buddhist amulets, crosses, Daoist talismans, and the like—and, perplexingly, all of them actually worked.
Thinking of the organization’s name—the Ten Thousand God Temple—Lu Yuan’s curiosity intensified.
Different Evil God Sects usually keep to themselves; many of their doctrines even fundamentally conflict and clash...
To sense the auras of so many different ancient gods’ wills in a single person, all coexisting harmoniously, was simply unbelievable.
"BUZZ!"
As these thoughts swirled in Lu Yuan’s mind, he casually pointed a finger.
The two greatsword Divine Weapons suspended in the void abruptly abandoned their attack on the black-robed man atop the gray-white pyramid, turning to simultaneously slash towards the other man—the blond one wearing the platinum mask.
"Ah!"
As one of the greatsword Divine Weapons slashed down, the Eleventh Throne, who had already retreated to the edge of the pyramid’s summit, let out a great roar, his lion’s-mane-like blond hair bristling upright.
A brilliant platinum light erupted from him, followed by a sharp CRACK.
A distinct crack appeared on the platinum mask covering his face.
Beneath the mask, his eyes, which had previously only shown that he was visibly affected, were now filled with profound shock and uncertainty.
The Eleventh Throne retreated wildly, directly exiting the battlefield.
He seemed to want to say something, but after his gaze swept over the black-robed man from the Ten Thousand God Temple, who had remained silently observant, he forced back the words on the tip of his tongue.
He watched the two of them coldly, his apprehension towards Lu Yuan now markedly stronger.
This one can’t be killed either?!
Seeing the blond man still alive and kicking, Lu Yuan couldn’t help but frown.
The platinum mask on his face had blocked the attack from the greatsword Divine Weapon.
The [Divine Weapon] skill was certainly tyrannical, but against opponents with means of Spiritual Power protection, it wasn’t as overwhelmingly advantageous as he had imagined.
After all, it was merely an ordinary class skill, not a core one, nor was it on the level of a Sure-kill or Super Kill.
In fact, Lu Yuan felt that a few more strikes from his Divine Weapon might successfully shatter the blond man’s Spiritual Power protection.
But the blond man’s earlier outburst had allowed him to sense the aura of the Mosa Religion on him.
Mosa...
Thinking of his urgent need to upgrade the [Spear Holder (Extraordinary)] panel, and coupled with the other party’s evident reluctance to get involved, Lu Yuan decided not to press the attack further, letting him go for the time being.
"HEH, HEH..."
Just then, atop the gray-white pyramid, a strange laugh suddenly came from the mouth of the black-robed man, who had been completely still until now.
He tilted his head up slightly and brought a hand to his face.
When he lowered his hand, crimson blood could be seen trickling from between his fingers.
Clearly, despite the protection of that mysterious power, Lu Yuan’s series of greatsword Divine Weapon assaults had not left him entirely unscathed.
