Thirty-one?
Outside the city, Elder Ren stopped, gazing at the cultists blocking his path.
Each of them exuded the aura of a revered being. Their bodies were filled with the characteristics of strange beasts, making them appear like ghosts blocking the way.
Old Ren glanced at them one by one, then exhaled and said calmly, "It seems that the Creation Sect's ambitions have even reached for me."
The killing intent emanating from these people proved that they not only wanted to stop the demigod, but also wanted to keep him here!
Old Ren had his hands behind his back and was not wearing any military equipment; he was just dressed in ordinary casual clothes.
At this moment, he calmly said, "Come on."
Perfect timing! I've heard that followers are invincible among their peers; I wonder what their abilities are.
As soon as the voice fell, the figures of the three followers swayed slightly, almost millimeter-thick, so much so that even the Venerable One would not notice if he were not fully focused.
In an instant, the figures of believers appeared to Ren Lao’s left, right and behind him.
What remains in place is merely an illusion.
The three cultists also had blue markings on their faces, and their legs had degenerated into rabbit-like legs, giving them terrifying speed.
At the same time, the five fingers had lost their joints, resembling sharp blades, exuding a cold, sharp edge.
At that moment, the sharp claws fell towards Elder Ren, seemingly trying to pierce him from all sides!
"slow."
The sharp claws pierced straight through Elder Ren.
There was a slight tremor as the believers made their move, and Old Ren had already left the spot without anyone noticing.
"Spatial abilities?"
Old Ren did not attack them, but slowly leaned back, and a bone spur appeared strangely from in front of his neck.
Bang!
Master Ren seized the bone spur and instantly located it on a follower behind him.
A flash of golden light passed by, and following the slight spatial fluctuations, it landed directly on the cultists behind them.
With a deafening roar, the figure was struck down like a meteorite!
Because of its excessive speed, it even sparked flames in the sky!
Bang bang bang…
Several sounds rang out in succession, and bone spikes burst forth from the bodies of the six cultists, piercing through their flesh and plunging them into a state of complete berserk rage.
Even in its berserk state, the berserker locked onto Elder Ren's figure, charging towards him like a cannonball, leaving a sonic boom in its wake.
"Good timing!"
Ren Lao neither dodged nor avoided; golden light flowed from his hands, transforming into six fists, which clashed with the believers one after another.
Rumble—!!!
The terrifying roar caused the city guards on the city wall to cover their ears in pain, and even the Grandmaster's ears bled slightly.
The impact triggered an explosion on the spot, turning into waves of flame that spread in all directions.
For a moment, this place felt no different from the end of the world.
Ren Lao's expression changed slightly; being invincible among his peers was no joke.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh…
Three incredibly fast figures arrived beside him in an instant, along with countless thorns that entangled Old Ren's body like a chaotic dance of demons.
At this moment, the various colored spikes above grew wildly, trying to pierce his clothes, drill into his skin, and inject toxins.
But his clothes and skin looked unremarkable, yet no matter how hard the thorns tried, they could not pierce him.
However, at this moment, the three extremely fast cultists also targeted his vital points. As long as the thorns could trap him, that would be enough!
Bang…
Old Ren casually moved his body, and the thorns on his body broke apart on their own, gradually crumbling and unable to restrain him at all.
With a wave of his hand, as if swatting flies, the three attacking cultists were blasted into bloody pulp one after another, leaving not a trace.
Roar roar roar…
A roar came from behind again. Six golden hands, though no longer under Elder Ren's control, still suppressed the berserk cultists, crushing them inch by inch.
Just as Elder Ren was about to unleash his power to crush these believers, his expression changed slightly, and a layer of golden light instantly appeared around him.
Ding ding ding…
In an instant, countless slashes landed on Elder Ren's shield.
A carelessly thrown slash that misses its mark and flies into the distance can give a mountain a neat, straight fringe.
But it couldn't cause any harm in front of this layer of golden light.
Old Ren's gaze shifted slightly, a hint of seriousness appearing in it.
This caused misfortune for the six berserk cultists, who were instantly struck by the golden fist and fell repeatedly, crashing to the ground like a meteor shower.
The resulting tremors even caused the mountain peaks to visibly shake.
"This is…"
Old Ren squinted his eyes. Was this the extreme realm?
His only response was an even fiercer slash and blood continuously gathering in the sky.
The three cultists above looked like evil priests, raising their hands and staring intently at the blood of the surrounding beasts.
The strange beasts in this area have all had their blood drained, and at this moment, their blood is gradually being compressed, forming a hundred-meter-long sword hanging in the sky!
It was like a trial.
At this moment, even as the blood-red longsword fell, it carried a series of booming sounds, and the invisible pressure directly pierced through Elder Ren, creating a crater when it landed on the ground.
Um?
Old Ren squinted, watching the silver shimmer flowing within the golden light.
That's a spatial ability; you want to transfer the shield directly?
Good idea, but the power of demigods is beyond their comprehension.
Golden light gathered in his hand, and a small sword materialized, which Elder Ren casually tossed into the sky.
It collided with the falling blood-red sword blade.
But the expected roar did not occur, because the golden light seemed to tear through a piece of paper, piercing the blood-red longsword from beginning to end!
A torrential downpour of blood began, crackling and popping.
The shield stopped them all, and they fell onto the cultists.
At this moment, red patterns burned on their bodies as they absorbed the blood, healing their injuries and amplifying themselves once again!
Boom boom boom…
The berserkers, blasted away and nourished by their blood, burst forth from the earth, roaring as they charged back towards Elder Ren.
At the same time, several figures, like mud, twisted and turned, their flesh forming drills, and slammed into the shield.
Boom boom boom.
Despite the thunderous roars, the golden shield remained standing.
After experiencing the strength of the believers, Elder Ren sighed deeply.
Unrivaled among their peers, the believers certainly possess that ability.
However, they cannot defeat a demigod as Venerables, even if they are at the highest level.
His gaze turned cold.
Having experienced the power of these venerable ones, he understood even more clearly that he could not let them leave this place.
Otherwise, aside from demigods, even dozens of ordinary Venerables might not be able to kill one of them.
The emergence of murderous intent signifies a shift in the balance between offense and defense.
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