20demayo Chapter 1331: Fierce Fight, Retreat is the Best Option
Chapter 1331: Fierce Fight, Retreat is the Best Option
Chapter 1331: Fierce Fight, Retreat is the Best Option
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Gideon Zavala and the others had been covertly guarding Braydon Neal prior to the chaos.
However, as the great calamity unfolded, they stood idly by, mere spectators.
There was undoubtedly a rationale behind their inaction.
Nonetheless, Gideon made a swift entrance and exit.
“Possessing a spirit artifact means nothing,” remarked the middle-aged divine, his tone icy. “Should you dare impede my path today, your demise is assured!”
With a swift swoosh, he launched another attack.
Braydon’s thoughts turned to the two banished immortals.
In this moment, he could only harness their power to confront a divine.
With a movement akin to teleportation, Braydon darted forward.
His speed was truly staggering.
Silver wings unfurled from his back, leaving a long black trail in the air as he tore through space.
Braydon’s velocity reached an astonishing 3,000 meters per second.
He had now attained rudimentary command over the Sky Splitting Wings, his speed soaring to 9,000 meters.
“This velocity is unprecedented!” exclaimed Rayha Qhobela in disbelief.
“His speed is rending through space!” growled the earth dragon.
“My apologies for the inconvenience,” Braydon responded.
The other divine-level beings were not without strength.
They comprehended the implications of Braydon’s astonishing speed.
It signified that even united, their efforts would be futile against him.
If Braydon desired to depart, none would impede him.
Yet, for now, Braydon showed no urgency to flee.
In an instant, the 3,000 imperial paths materialized behind him, unleashing the combined might of 3,000 imperial paths and national fate.
Boom!
He threw a punch, once more engaging the middle-aged divine in combat.
Braydon was well aware of his inferiority; why, then, did he persist in a direct confrontation?
Blow after blow, Braydon was hurled through the air, his body enveloped in a terrifying force that shattered his bones.
The injuries inflicted upon him were grave, almost to the point of extinguishing his life force.
Yet, Braydon’s body emitted a radiant white light— the Thousand Feathers Technique! It bestowed upon him the ability to swiftly mend his wounds.
Meanwhile, the middle-aged divine found himself in a dire predicament.
What’s more, he had mastered extreme strength, rendering him a formidable threat to the divine-level beings who had roamed the earth for centuries.
In their eyes, eliminating potential threats outweighed any concern for the decorum of strength.
Thus, Braydon, deemed a threat, faced certain death.
As a divine-level character initiated their assault, Braydon’s greatest adversary emerged: the ancient locust tree.
Suddenly, hundreds of thick roots erupted from the soil, entwining the sky in an attempt to hinder Braydon’s movements and subdue him.
Undeterred, Braydon’s wings flapped, propelling him forward like a streak of silver light that pierced through the world.
In this moment, he grasped the true terror of the Sky Splitting Wings bestowed upon him by Gideon.
With a swift motion, the Sky Splitting Wings extended to a length of three meters, effortlessly slicing through the brown tendrils with precision.
Green liquid oozed from the wound— the essence of plants, the lifeblood of a divine-level plant demon.
One drop was equivalent to a thousand-year-old herb, a coveted ingredient in pill refinement even amidst ruins.
“What?!” The old locust tree bellowed in astonishment.
Even emperor-level weapons would struggle to leave a mark on its roots, unless wielded by a divine.
Constantine Siegel had entrusted Gideon with delivering the Sky Splitting Wings.
Constantine’s single-handed defeat of a divine spoke volumes about the potency of the spirit artifact adorning his person.
The Sky Splitting Wings emanated a shimmering silver light, enhancing Braydon’s speed to its zenith.
With a swift motion, Braydon severed the roots of the old locust tree, prompting a furious roar as they recoiled.
Meanwhile, other divine-level characters closed in, launching their attacks in a coordinated assault.
Layers of heaven and earth pressed down upon the old locust tree, hindering Braydon’s speed significantly.
The combined pressure of the five divines permeated the world, exerting immense force that reverberated through the heavens.
Thus, the true bloody battle commenced.
In the midst of the chaos, the divine-level figure made his move.
Braydon, relying on the Sky Splitting Wings to command extreme speed and strength, possessed the combat prowess of an extreme path emperor.
“Die!”
Braydon moved with the swiftness of a ghost, leaving over a thousand afterimages in his wake.
Despite several divine-level characters closing in around him, Braydon kept his focus on Benka.
The aborigine stood at the sixth level of the divine realm, his battle prowess diminished by previous injuries inflicted by Braydon.
It was an opportune moment to exploit his weakness and claim his life.
Seizing the chance, Braydon circled around, launching an attack from behind with a silver glow emanating from his left fist.
A sphere of ultimate thunder power enveloped Braydon’s fist as he delivered a single, decisive punch.
“Pfft!” Benka expelled a mouthful of blood, his face contorted with pallor and fury as the sphere of ultimate thunder power surged into his body, posing a potentially fatal threat.
Meanwhile, the other aborigine divines, not ones to stand idly by, swiftly charged toward the scene, recognizing the imminent danger.
Though Braydon relied on the Sky Splitting Wings to contend with the five divines, he was still human.