The moment he moved, the berserk energy contained within his body immediately boiled up. That energy boosted his strength and speed, allowing him to arrive before Han Shuo in the blink of an eye. A palm the size of a cattail leaf fan, covered in calluses, grabbed at Han Shuo's neck at lightning speed.
The old shaman did not use conventional methods to summon powerful magical beasts, nor did he use any secret shaman arts. It seemed as though neither would work on Han Shuo. Instead, he directly activated the berserk energy contained within his body and launched a sudden close-range attack. This was somewhat unexpected to Han Shuo.
The three experts of the Church of Light, the Supreme Pontiff of Light and the two demigods, seemed to have been waiting for the old shaman to make his move. When the old shaman's body suddenly shot towards Han Shuo, the eyes of the three lit up and they attacked together to deal with Han Shuo.
The divine knight was a step slower than the old shaman. He madly dashed towards Han Shuo from the side. A strange light flashed and a spear glistening with divine radiance appeared in his hand out of nowhere. The spear was three and a half meters long and was sparkling with golden radiance. It contained an awe-inspiring divine energy.
The Supreme Pontiff of Light and the light demigod magus lowered their heads and lowered their brows at the same time, silently chanting cryptic incantations. The Supreme Pontiff was holding the Holy Grail. On top of the Holy Grail was one of the divine weapons, the olive branch. The Crown of Light on his head also contained an astonishing amount of divine energy. The Supreme Pontiff of Light, who originally only possessed the strength of a basegod, was able to gather more and more energy by relying on the Holy Grail, olive branch, and the Crown of Light on his head. The element of light constantly converged between the three divine weapons and flowed into his body in an unending stream, boosting his strength.
The light element Demigod sorcerer held a cross in his hand and pressed it tightly against his chest. Rays of golden light were emitted from the cross, and a pair of light wings suddenly appeared on his back. He hovered in the air, and the pair of light wings made him look like an extraordinary person. From the looks of it, the cross that this Demigod mage was holding should be one of the artifacts of the Church of Light. This time, the Church of Light had really invested a lot.
As for the last two sacred magi of the Shrine of Ice, due to their extreme fear of Han Shuo, when the old shaman made his move and the Light Pontiff and the other two experts made their moves simultaneously, they didn't seem to be able to react in time. They just stood there in a daze, forgetting to coordinate with each other. It appeared that what Han Shuo had done to the Shrine of Ice's snowy domain had deeply shocked them. They didn't dare to act rashly under such circumstances.
It would take a long time to describe, but everything happened in the time it takes for a spark to fly off a flint. However, because of the marvelous nature of Han Shuo's Divine Sense, in such a short period of time, he was still able to spy in all directions and clearly imprint everyone's actions in his heart.
Calmly staring at the old shaman's calloused hand, Han Shuo narrowed his eyes. A cruel and bloodthirsty glint shone from within. However, his body remained motionless, like a boulder that had taken root.
Han Shuo remained motionless. Naturally, the old shaman's large hand landed on his neck. Crack. The old shaman's large hand viciously clasped onto Han Shuo's neck, where the veins were twisting like little snakes. A trace of pleasant surprise suddenly appeared in his venomous eyes. He didn't seem to think that he would be able to succeed so easily. This unexpected pleasant surprise caused him to subconsciously reflect it in his eyes.
Creak … The moment the old shaman's large hand tightly clasped Han Shuo's neck, he suddenly exerted force. The berserk energy within his body erupted with a loud rumble like a mountain torrent. He exerted all his strength to tighten his grip. Immediately, a sharp and clear sound rang out from Han Shuo's neck.
The old shaman was overjoyed. He felt that Han Shuo wasn't as terrifying as the rumors made him out to be. Harboring resentment towards the deaths of over a hundred thousand orcs, the old shaman's calloused hand tightened tighter and tighter. It seemed as if Han Shuo's neck would be completely broken at any moment.
Whoosh whoosh … The divine knight's sudden whistling sound rang in Han Shuo's ears. That dazzling golden spear suddenly appeared from the side like a venomous snake, stabbing fiercely at Han Shuo's waist.
Seeing that Han Shuo's neck was already tightly gripped by the old shaman, the divine knight was reassured. He launched this attack without the slightest bit of concealment or retreat. It was as if he was certain that Han Shuo couldn't move at all and that the battle would end in an instant.
It turns out that this guy isn't all that tough after all. It seems that the Shrine of Ice's demise was only because those from the Shrine of Ice were too weak! The divine knight suddenly had this thought as he thrust his spear forward.
Pfft! The sound of the spear piercing through the intestines clearly entered the divine knight's ears. That beautiful sound made the corner of his mouth curl into a satisfied smile. His heart was filled with carefree joy.
However, his joy didn't last long. It was immediately interrupted by a high-pitched, mournful cry of pain.
"Whoosh … Whoosh … You … You stabbed me!" the old shaman exasperatedly cried out in pain.
The divine knight was startled. The satisfied smile on his face vanished without a trace. He stared at the old shaman whose belly had been pierced by the spear in confusion. His heart was filled with incredulity. He couldn't understand why his attack, which should have been aimed at Han Shuo, would ultimately land on the old shaman.
Creak … Creak … The old orc shaman was shrieking miserably like he was having convulsions. Even as he cried out in pain, the large hand that was gripping Han Shuo's neck was still exerting force with all its might, producing frightening noises on Han Shuo's neck.
However, despite the old shaman's exertion, Han Shuo, who should have died from having his neck broken, had an ice-cold and calm expression in his eyes. There was even a hint of a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, as though he didn't feel the slightest bit of pain. It was as though the neck that the old shaman had constricted with all his strength wasn't his at all.
The divine knight was shocked. Just as he was about to pull back, a large hand pierced through the old shaman's right chest. Blood splattered everywhere as the hand suddenly pierced into his chest. The golden armor that even the swords and spears of the Holy Knights couldn't break through was as fragile as a thin piece of paper in front of the bloody hand. It didn't even have the slightest resistance before the hand pierced through the right side of the Holy Knight's chest. The hand pierced through his body and exposed the palm on his back.
At this moment, the divine knight slightly turned his head and looked around. Only then did he discover that Han Shuo's arm was still stuck in the old shaman's chest.
At this moment, the divine knight was horrified to discover that the old shaman's arm was still wrapped around Han Shuo's neck. Just the distance between Han Shuo and the old shaman was the length of an arm. Due to the spear piercing through the old shaman's intestines, the distance between the divine knight and the old shaman was at least two meters. In addition to the old shaman's thick body, the distance between the divine knight and Han Shuo was at least four meters.
In that case, just how long was the arm that pierced through the old shaman's body? Was it still a human?
The divine knight suddenly felt his blood run cold. His scalp tingled as he looked at the arm that was connected to him and the old shaman. An indescribable fear suddenly welled up in his heart. The contempt he had for Han Shuo had long been thrown out the window. Ignoring the excruciating pain in his body, he pointed at Han Shuo and screamed in pain, "You, what kind of monster are you?"
Han Shuo grinned coldly and said, "When you die, go ask the God Of Light!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the huge hand that had pierced through the bodies of the two Demigods suddenly slashed downwards. This hand seemed to have become a sharp blade in an instant, cutting open the intestines of the two people without any obstruction. Starting from the right side of their chests, the two people's bodies were torn apart. Their bloody intestines mixed with their kidneys and lungs spilled all over the ground.
With another wave of the hand, the upper bodies of the two demigods were also torn apart. The two demigods who were alive and kicking just a moment ago were now reduced to four. However, they were no longer alive.
The scene was extremely bloody and cruel. The nauseating smell of blood pervaded the air. Before the Light Pope and the demigod magus could finish their cryptic incantation, the battle had already ended. The two of them raised their brows slightly, their eyes revealing a look of unwillingness to watch.
As for the two sacred magi of the Shrine of Ice, the confidence that they had just mustered collapsed with a loud bang. An even deeper fear assaulted them in an instant, completely crushing their willpower. They panted heavily and could no longer muster up any thoughts of revenge.
"Oh? You still want to escape with your soul? Hehe, not a bad idea. But I'm sorry." After tearing the two bodies into four, Han Shuo was about to turn around and deal with the two from the Church of Light when his consciousness suddenly detected that the old shaman's soul had yet to dissipate. Instead, it was drifting away with the wind.
As long as a soul was gathered and did not dissipate, it could often be reborn using a powerful soul magnetic field and a new medium through special methods. That divine knight of the Church of Light was not proficient in the arts of the soul. Therefore, after his physical body was destroyed, his soul gradually dissipated between heaven and earth. There was definitely no hope of rebirth.
Seeing that the old shaman's soul was drifting away with the wind, Han Shuo let out a low cry. He raised his hand and flicked. A streak of black radiance struck the old shaman's soul. The black radiance guided the old shaman's soul to be captured by Han Shuo and imprisoned in the ring that Gilbert originally wore.
For his soul to not dissipate after his death, this old orc shaman's soul energy was pretty good. It was very suitable for Han Shuo to refine some demonic weapons that required a powerful soul as a primer. Naturally, Han Shuo was captured and brought back by Han Shuo.
"Let me go! I'm going to fight you to the death, you shameless bastard!" After falling into the ring, Han Shuo could hear the old orc shaman's unreconciled bellow through the ring's miraculous function.
"What a pitiful guy. You are already dead. How are you going to fight me? Hehe, in a few days, I will use your soul to refine something. When that time comes, you will lose your consciousness and be under my control forever. Don't you think that will be very interesting? " Han Shuo laughed evilly. His consciousness entered the ring and conveyed such a malicious message to the old shaman. This made the old shaman even more restless and irritable, but he was powerless to do anything.
The old shaman's soul fell into the ring. Even though he knew that his future would be tragic, he could do nothing but wait for the arrival of doomsday. There was nothing he could do.
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