Chapter 620: The Limitless Onslaught

Run! Hurry, run!!

Surrender! We surrender!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!

On the chaotic battlefield, masses of Third-Stage Awakeneds—once at the pinnacle of humanity—were now fleeing in all directions as if paralyzed by terror.

Above the colossal chasm carved out by the barrage, Yenir casually pointed. Instantly, a burst of Mind Shock exploded in the sky, obliterating the West Asia Awakened who had ventured farthest.

Some fled, some surrendered, and some fought to the death.

Only those who chose to fight till the bitter end truly perished.

It was as if their feet were mired in a sludge of blood, forming a macabre throne of flesh.

After his third revival, the Awakeneds from all Four Battle Zones were completely shattered; none dared attack him again.

Seeing a vast crowd of kneeling Third-Stage individuals at his feet—with no way to tell which Battle Zone they hailed from—Yenir merely smiled and turned his gaze to the horizon.

Dimensional Surge, Mind Storm, Judgment, Evil God, Sword Draw Slash, Fallen Heaven…

Under a relentless onslaught of skills, he managed to suppress all Four Battle Zones single-handedly.

Facing an enemy who simply couldn’t be killed, even the most steadfast Peak Third-Stage could only yield—especially when they had no idea how many times he could resurrect.

Every time they desperately tried to kill the monster Yenir with renewed hope, his next resurrection emerged even stronger.

After endless tortures, those who still dared fight had their heads literally chopped off by Yenir—leaving not even a corpse behind.

“They sure run fast…”

The battle was drawing to a close.

Watching the roaring and fleeing Awakener from India, Yenir let out a soft laugh before unleashing the teleportation effect from his Evil God Ritual without hesitation.

After all, the Indian Battle Zone—renowned for its cautious nature and high combat prowess—would never be allowed to slip away.

Buzz

Accompanied by an eerie sound of spatial teleportation.

It seemed as if the entire squad of Indian Battle Zone Awakeners had merged into one mass in flight, all staring in horror at the suddenly appearing Yenir.

With blood flames raging and having slain countless Third-Stage and Peak Third-Stage foes, even though Yenir no longer unleashed his full power, the crimson hatred swirling about him was enough to make him look like an evil god.

Sensing the familiar psychic tremor emanating from Yenir’s fingertips, Arhan suddenly realized there was no escape. With a thud, he collapsed to his knees and began to wail uncontrollably.

“Surrender! Sir, we surrender!!”

“Don’t kill me!! We surrender! We give up, ahhh!!”

I’m a Federation senator—I hold a high position in the real world! Do you want women? Equipment? You can even use our men as your lapdogs! Just please, don’t kill me!

He babbled incoherently.

Listening to Arhan’s rapid-fire pleas for mercy, Yenir was momentarily silent before simply deciding not to dignify him with a response.

The antics of the Indian Battle Zone were typical of these fellows.

Even if they hadn’t killed their foes, these curry people were arrogant and self-assured, always convinced of their own foresight and correctness.

But once beaten to a pulp, they would immediately grovel on their knees.

It seemed that some innate traits persisted, even among Third-Stage individuals.

“Stay here. I’ll sort out the score rankings later.”

“If any of you dare run, I won’t hesitate to disqualify you.”

After a quiet threat, Yenir waved his hand, signaling for his pre-arranged Otherworldly Ghost to seize this bunch of curry people.

No one knew how far he could teleport or just how powerful he truly was. Yenir believed these curry people would only attempt another escape if they were completely mad.

Meanwhile, after summoning a swarm of Otherworldly Ghosts from the remaining Four Battle Zones under his control, Yenir vanished in the blink of an eye, heading straight for the Central Asian Battle Zone.

Most West Asians, being predominantly ranged combatants, surrendered the quickest.

Meanwhile, the Awakeneds in Central Asia—adept at high-speed combat—opted to flee desperately.

………..

“Fourth Stage! He must be Fourth Stage!”

“That Huaguo person is definitely a Fourth-Stage Awakened!!”

Wasting his skills on evasion, the deputy captain of the West Asia Battle Zone showed no concern over the squandered Spirit Energy or techniques.

At that moment, he kept glancing over his shoulder, fearful that Yenir might catch up.

Damn! Unbelievable!

Nearly 400 Third-Stage Advanced and 40 Peak Third-Stages were ultimately driven into a headlong retreat by one man!

My God! If this news gets out, survivors all over the globe will lose their minds!

Especially since no one could fathom Yenir’s abilities, the deputy captain was utterly convinced that this endlessly resurrecting Yenir, whose Spirit Energy seemed boundless, must be Fourth Stage!

It’s all a sham! That aura of Third-Stage Advanced is nothing but a ruse!

What, now a Third-Stage? And supposedly the world’s top trial participant? This has to be a Huaguo conspiracy—a ploy to distract everyone!

The mere thought of a possible internal rebellion within Huaguo made him feel that it was all just bait.

He couldn’t understand how the System could rate Yenir—a complete freak—as the weakest!

What a joke!

All of them together couldn’t even stand a chance against this monster!

“Get back! Everyone, scatter! We must make it back alive!”

“Go back and tell every nation—tell them about the Huaguo people’s earth-shattering conspiracy!”

With despair and sorrow etched on his face, the West Asia captain prayed that at least a few of his men would return—not just to expose the Huaguo conspiracy but also to reveal the secret of the Fourth Stage!

He’s here! The world’s first Fourth Stage had actually made his appearance long ago!

And perhaps the secret of the Fourth Stage lies in resurrection? Or maybe in re-entering the System’s Trial Tower?

In his wild imagination, he even envisioned that Yenir might once have been a Peak Third-Stage who deliberately lowered his strength to enter the trials and break through to Fourth Stage!

Only in that way could everything be explained!

He wouldn’t believe it even if he killed himself—this Huaguo person, who had just emerged less than a year ago, could become Fourth Stage in such a short time!

“The secret of the Fourth Stage! Even if we lose the National War, who cares? We’re doomed anyway!”

“Bring them back! Bring them back!”

They scrabbled wildly, mustering every ounce of strength.

Just as the West Asia captain’s mind brimmed with Fourth Stage secrets, a light laugh suddenly sent shivers down his spine.

“What are you mumbling about?”

“Who’s Fourth Stage?”

With a hint of curiosity.

Somehow, out of nowhere, Yenir blocked their path, staring at him with childlike inquisitiveness. If one ignored the half severed head he was carrying, he would have resembled a curious student.

But not for long.

“Ahhhh!! Run!!”

“Bang!!”

Explosive sounds shattered the air in an instant.

Startled as if he had encountered a malevolent spirit, the West Asia captain—nearly fainting—snapped out of it and flew in the opposite direction without hesitation.

Oh my god! Wasn’t this monster supposed to chase the Indians? How did it come after us instead?!

How can those curry people be such wimps? Ahhh!

Eyebrow furrowed at the sight of West Asia Third-Stages scattering in terror, Yenir concentrated his last dregs of Spirit Energy to instantly form a Mind Storm.

“Boom!”

He unleashed it like a deterrent.

“Keep running, and you’ll all die.”

No one knew that although he still appeared invincible, only Yenir understood he had reached his absolute limit.

Relying on Blood Shadow, no matter how much he transformed or absorbed life force, there was always a cost.

All to maximize the intimidation and portray his invincible might.

He had exhausted all his Sword Techniques, leaving him with only a sliver of Spirit Energy.

His resurrections were also spent—he was now utterly spent.

Without strength, he couldn’t kill the remaining foes; without killing them, there’d be no resurrection. Only after this battle did Yenir realize that his invincibility had limits.

In single combat against over a hundred Third-Stages, inflicting roughly 30% casualties was about his maximum.

He was still very weak.