Chapter 615: A Sinister Spectacle on the Battlefield
by xennovelWhat is this!?
The sudden burst of laughter and the appearance of Yenir instantly silenced the entire battlefield.
Whether locked in combat or relentlessly chasing one another, every Third-Stage Awakened glanced upward toward Yenir, suspended in the air.
In their eyes:
Strands of blood energy seemed to rise eerily from the ground before disappearing behind Yenir.
A towering display of black and red flames, like a colossal, ruthless phantom, flared behind the young man.
The striking spectacle was impossible to ignore— even the slowest among them sensed something was amiss.
Everything looked… too evil!
Yet, beyond the unearthly aura surrounding Yenir, many Peak Third-Stage Awakeneds quickly noticed the brilliant glow emanating from his equipment.
With nothing to hide it, they immediately recognized the dazzling radiance that signified a Legendary Suit.
In the world of Heze, nothing drew their attention quite like exceptional equipment.
One flash, two flashes, three flashes… four!?
Their pupils constricted in shock.
The nearest Awakener from India looked as if he’d seen a ghost, his heart pounding in disbelief.
What the hell!?
By Shiva!
He had witnessed the glow of not one but four suspected Legendary Suits! And the mysterious figure before him showed no sign of hiding his true power!
Beyond the four unique suits that no one else on the battlefield possessed, Yenir’s other equipment was so lavish it sent shivers down their spines.
Epic dual weapons!? A full set of blue-tier or higher gear!? At least four Legendary Suits!?
Equipment levels often reflected an Awakener’s strength.
What shocked them even more than Yenir’s daunting gear was his own level.
Despite the myriad of mysterious auras surrounding him,
even a Third-Stage Awakened could sense that Yenir’s displayed Spirit Energy intensity was, at most, Third-Stage Advanced!
What does that imply!?
It meant he was essentially an ordinary person, appearing with a fortune that could drive nations mad!
In but an instant, greed shone in every eye, mingled with a deep-seated wariness.
If they failed to spot the anomaly now, they might as well as die!
“Huaguo People!? What are you planning to do!?”
Snap back to reality, the nearest Arhan suppressed his urge to strike and eyed Yenir with extreme caution.
Though he longed to kill and seize the treasures—even if it meant losing the National War—anyone with half a brain knew something was terribly off.
Before Yenir could casually nod in response, Yamamoto—the man most concerned about the puppet master behind everything—suddenly spoke up.
His face cycled through shock after shock as he stared at Yenir in utter disbelief:
“You’re Yenir!? Are you the one who killed our men in the dungeon!?”
Yenir raised an eyebrow as he looked at Yamamoto, realizing this guy was someone he even knew from the Japanese Battle Zone.
If memory served, he had even courted the opposition after seizing a Divine Warrior.
Clearly, the Japanese Battle Zone Awakeneds were both stunned and enraged, their old grudges and new wounds all coming to a head.
“Drop your weapons and submit to me.”
“I might let you live.”
Ignoring the furious Yamamoto, Yenir scanned the battlefield, brazenly dismissing the numerous minds locked onto him, and spoke calmly.
By now, the Evil God Ritual had already ‘consumed’ six Peak Third-Stage Awakeners and over twenty Third-Stage Advanced ones.
That loss was nearly his preset limit.
Any more would simply be a waste.
So much life force was enough for his resurrection.
Exposing his true Spirit Energy level and gear outright was a calculated move to bait these adversaries.
Just look at the situation now.
He had exposed himself, yet every Battle Zone remained on high alert, hesitating on whether to strike. With that in mind, he deliberately tossed in some bait.
Sure enough, as soon as Yenir finished speaking, nearly four hundred Third-Stage Awakeneds simultaneously altered their expressions, as if they’d just heard the biggest joke, their faces a mix of astonishment and incredulity.
Especially the Central Asian Battle Zone Awakeneds, whose gazes fixed on Yenir as if he were a madman.
“So it was indeed your Huaxia Battle Zone at work!?”
“Yenir!? You were that top-ranked fourth system fighter before!?”
“Third-Stage Advanced!? And you’re alone!?”
Amid a barrage of questions, dripping with sarcasm and uncertainty—even though Yenir’s demeanor was utterly bizarre—a single thought resonated among all the Battle Zone Awakeneds after noticing that aside from Yenir, there wasn’t a single Huaguo Person present.
That was, this Huaguo man was clearly out of his mind!
Even if Yenir, a Third-Stage Advanced, could take on ten alone, the combined might of the Peak Third-Stage fighters could drown him with a single move!
And don’t even get me started on the Fourth-Stage fighters—they’d hardly stand a chance!
To them, Yenir’s words sounded laughably arrogant!
“If I were you, I’d just keep hiding!”
“Attack!!!”
In an instant, hesitation and idle chatter were abandoned.
Yamamoto let out a menacing laugh and charged at Yenir as the first Peak Third-Stage fighter, determined to strike without overthinking.
He wasn’t about to waste time pondering any issues!
No matter how bizarre Yenir was, with so many of them attacking, even the gods could be slain!
For Yamamoto—who had suffered the heaviest losses in all the Battle Zones—Yenir was his greatest enemy. Those damned bastards had the audacity to jump out and court death; so he would make sure they got what they deserved!
Almost everyone lunged at him simultaneously.
After Yamamoto’s initial assault, the remaining Battle Zone Captains didn’t think twice.
They were already boiling with fury over the deceit! Seeing the mastermind reveal himself so brazenly and daring to demand their surrender—if they didn’t act, they’d be fools!
Especially…
“Give it your all!!”
“Secure the kill at all costs!!”
Nearly everyone shared the same thought.
Accompanied by a deafening roar of Spirit Energy Skills that resembled a tsunami, every Third-Stage fighter surged toward Yenir with explosive speed.
To them, killing Yenir wasn’t the challenge—it was about claiming the spoils!
For a fleeting moment, even Arhan wondered if Yenir had purposely exposed himself to incite a brutal free-for-all.
Forget it, damn it!
He had never seen so much top-tier equipment in his life!
As long as he could snag it, even if it cost him the National War, so be it!
Meanwhile, seeing that no one was willing to run as the melee erupted, a wry smile played on Yenir’s lips.
Excellent.
Greed truly is the deadliest poison.
If you don’t run now, then…
We’re all doomed!
Mind Storm!
Transmutation!
Willpower Amplification!
Judgment Form!
“Whirrr!”
In an instant, with his will magnified several times over, a blood-red Mind Storm burst into existence all around him.
It roared violently toward every Third-Stage fighter in the vicinity!