Free Web NovelChapter 932: Chapter 460: The First Night of Blood and Fire
Are we really retreating now?
Just one more step, it really is only one more step!
"Who are you?"
The Withered gritted his teeth and tightly clenched the Crimson Thorn beside him, allowing the sharp spikes to pierce through his palm, consuming what little essence blood he had left.
He used the pain to dispel his awe for the unknown presence, raised his head, and roared, "You are not a divine from the Natural Pantheon, I don’t recognize your aura!"
"Who the hell are you!!?"
The Fallen growled low, forcing a madness-filled roar from his throat, suddenly lifting his head, glaring at the mysterious figure still holding the Holy Spear aloft.
"Whoever you are, you shouldn’t be here!"
"This is a battle within Nature!"
"Divine!!!"
"What happens here has nothing to do with you!"
The Fallen’s frenzied voice thundered through this corner of the Forgotten Forest, causing many of the bewildered beastmen to have a change in expression.
Nature?
Is this sanctioned by the Natural Pantheon?
Or is this Fallen just a knife in their hand?
The beastmen wore grim expressions, but even grimmer was the Withered.
He knew these words were secrets that must never be spoken openly, involving too many issues, and once spoken, there was no turning back.
No matter what happens afterward, the organization will definitely not help him.
But the Withered could no longer care about all that.
He couldn’t just watch his efforts come to nothing!
"Divine! You shouldn’t be here!"
He desperately hoped that this divine intruder would retreat, intimidated by the name of the Natural Pantheon.
If not that, the Withered hoped the other party would respond, at least give a reason for their interference.
But—
The divine remained silent.
Nor did they leave.
"Her" expression showed no change, as if unheard, continuing to slowly lift the Holy Spear, increasingly dangerous with its continuously gathering holy power.
Buzz—
She didn’t attack directly but chose to slowly gather power, and the Withered understood the meaning.
The presence was threatening him, deliberately humiliating him for sure!
Do you expect me to retreat without you saying a word?
"Tch!"
If you had descended in person, that would be one thing, but you only descend an intent, not even bothering to infuse it with divine power!
Do you look down on me so much!!?
How arrogant!? Damn it!
Who the hell is this divine!?
Feeling the undisguised mockery from the other party, the Withered’s already unstable psyche completely collapsed.
The Fallen was never one with a clear mind, and when provoked, would only head to extremes.
"Not speaking, too disdainful to utter a word... heh, hahaha!"
Madness erupted in the Withered’s eyes, chaos completely took over his mind, no longer concerning himself with anything else, he roared angrily at the divine.
"Don’t think—"
Whoosh!
As he began to shout, the Holy Spear arrived.
The Holy Spear instantly tore through the sky, striking half a meter in front of the Fallen.
Boom!!!
The intense Holy Light Power didn’t explode on the ground, but instead pierced straight through the earth, burrowing into the soil, leaving a hole of unknown depth.
So fast!!?
The Withered, showing signs of madness, was instantly sobered by the shock.
He hadn’t seen when the opponent made their move.
Just as he detected a trace of it, in the next moment the Holy Spear was there.
"...Gulp."
If the other party had aimed at his head, intending to kill him directly, he wouldn’t have had time to react.
Though confident in his own life force, able to survive against most Epic Strongmen through his methods,
against such a mysterious high-level presence, how much use could his little life force be?
They were a divine, surely possessing the ability to erase him from another plane.
"..."
Moreover, his initial assumption might be wrong.
This being, despite too proud to speak, wasn’t one to immediately resort to violence, at least having given him a warning first.
Was She... wary of the existence behind me?
The Withered pondered, his vision flashing, instinctively stepping back and using Crimson Thorn to block.
!!?
The second spear arrived.
Whoosh—
The Holy Spear’s speed remained incredible, its landing point half a meter further ahead than before, just near where the Withered’s toes originally were.
And the blood thorn he summoned instinctively... was completely ineffective, pierced through like paper by the Holy Spear.
The opponent was not only warning him but also indeed capable of breaking his defense and killing him with a mere incarnation.
The Withered’s heart sank, watching as "She" raised the Holy Spear in her right hand for the third time.
The first warning, second warning, will there be a third?
"...Retreat!"
The Withered clenched his fists, then slowly released them, conveying the retreat command to his enslaved minions.
He had to make a temporary retreat.
Dawn was about to break, and the forest would soon awaken.
The awakened forest would no longer cooperate with his command and would draw the attention of certain presences.
Some of the existences in the Natural Pantheon still remained deluded, having forgotten the Father of Ten Thousand Trees’ sacrifice, those traitors would come to disrupt his plans.
However, it’s alright, when night falls once again, the forest will still favor him!
The Withered hid his body within the crimson thorns, quickly retreating, eyes coldly staring at the dangerous and unknown existence.
"You can’t protect them forever!"
He growled unwillingly, blending into the woods.
