The Strong Man couldn't agree with his view, immediately opening his tiger-like eyes wide and speaking frankly.
"Even those who guard the world's communist movement don't dare to call themselves gods. It's simply inconceivable that you respect a thief who steals the world's energy so much."
Stealing the world's energy?!
The ominous words made everyone's hearts sink. Their expressions turned grave. If what the mysterious organization said was true, this was truly terrible news.
The Lord hadn't revived yet. The Priest had just let his guard down on one side, only to have it raised again on the other. He devoutly made the sign of the cross, praying to the Lord that humanity could overcome this crisis.
The High Priest sneered, his voice revealing indifference: "What's wrong with the capable taking what doesn't belong to anyone?"
"You really are..."
The Strong Man was indignant, clenching his fists with his whole body tense, ready to strike.
The masked High Priest's emotions were unreadable. "We've been at war for years. You've escaped from me several times, but you've never been a reckless character. Others might be lulled by your appearance, but using that on me is rather laughable."
The Strong Man didn't respond. Instead, he leaped up. The moment he left, the giant beast beneath his feet charged fiercely towards the High Priest's position...
The High Priest didn't move. Several spatial collapses overlapped, blocking the path between the beast and him.
The beast entered the warped space, struggling to move forward...
The High Priest didn't even look at the beast, turning instead to swoop towards the Gumantong. He aimed his palm at the Gumantong and the masked figures. Terrifying pressure accumulated in his palm. Before anyone could see clearly, varying degrees of spatial distortion occurred around the Gumantong.
The SS-level Superhumans' eyes trembled as they strained to capture the battlefield situation.
The Priest, in an ideal position, saw at a glance an enormous amount of energy being compressed and collapsed by space.
This is bad!
He thought to himself.
"Boom—"
The distorted space exploded, obscuring their vision with dust and smoke. The High Priest's vision was equally limited. He aimed his ability at the dust cloud but hesitated to release it.
In less than half a second, the High Priest withdrew his hand and instead expanded his domain. The distorted space spread out from him in all directions, irregularly pulsating with expansion and contraction.
Just as the domain was about to touch the Gumantong, the dormant earth snake rose up forcefully. Its enormous body moved between the ground and underground, its long body constantly rolling, scattering the masked figures and the Gumantong...
Separated from the masked figures' enhancement, the Gumantong's control over reality weakened.
The poison mist, a powerful weapon, had no effect on the earth snake. It could only desperately dodge the snake's attacks in mid-air.
The Gumantong knew clearly that without the High Priest, it wasn't qualified for high-level battles. It immediately called out to its reliable teammate: "High Priest..."
It might as well summon the main god early since it would have to trouble him sooner or later.
Just as it thought this, an indifferent voice rang out.
"Punishment, minced meat."
The distracted Gumantong collided head-on with a powerful energy. The energy enveloped it, invisible blades blossoming on its body...
In the blink of an eye, it transformed from chunks of flesh to minced meat, and then from minced meat to meat paste.
Hiss...
The SS-level Superhumans drew in a sharp breath. This ability was too domineering!
That silent member of the mysterious organization, who rarely stole the spotlight from teammates, had achieved results with both attacks.
The first attack caused spatial collapse and explosion, obscuring vision and creating opportunities for teammates, dispersing the Gumantong and masked figures.
The second was a fatal strike.
These thoughts flashed quickly through their minds, but they dared not relax their attention.
The Gumantong was dead and the contamination had stopped, but the domain hadn't been destroyed. Everything was still unsettled.
The High Priest had been protecting the Gumantong from the start. Now that the monster was dead, he was also liberated.
As they had anticipated, the masked figures quickly gathered around the High Priest. All the abilities that had been enhancing the Gumantong were now transferred to the High Priest...
Judging from their skilled performance, this might have been the reason why the High Priest brought these masked figures along.
As the formidable High Priest received this enhancement, the Priest couldn't help but pray, hoping that the other members of the mysterious organization would arrive quickly. Otherwise, their teammates might be in mortal danger.
However, those two members of the mysterious organization clearly didn't think so. They exchanged a knowing glance and split up.
The Strong Man expanded his domain. The earth snake and the giant beast tumbled within his domain. All objects covered by the domain gradually came to life.
Johnson was dumbfounded. He watched his custom cape hop away from him and hurriedly covered his clothes with his ability to prevent them from rebelling as well.
A word unsuitable to describe the scene before them, yet perfectly apt, came to mind
— The revival of all things.
The other member of the mysterious organization didn't linger. His goal was clear: to destroy the Gumantong's domain first to prevent its revival.
He then turned and left, entrusting the heavy task of blocking the High Priest to his teammate.
Strangely, the High Priest didn't obstruct their actions. Instead, he opened his domain, expanding and covering at an extremely fast speed...
"Not good!"
The Strong Man blurted out, then shouted angrily: "Are you trying to break the agreement again?!"
The High Priest ignored this, his right hand making a grasping motion in the air: "Spatial collapse."
With these words, continuous spatial collapses began in the domain he had covered. Collapses of different sizes and degrees caused intense spatial distortions...
This distorted space seemed to affect the surrounding space. They weren't sure if it was an illusion, but they felt their bodies swaying along with the space.
For a moment, the SS-level Superhumans doubted if they were on a piece of paper, swaying as a giant waved it. If the paper tore, they would tear with it.
A piercing hum seemed capable of drilling through their eardrums. The irritating noise made them want to cut off their own hearing to preserve their safety...
But the terrifying pressure was like a towering mountain, pressing down on them, suffocating them. Even if they used all their strength to resist, it was like an ant trying to shake a big tree.
They couldn't even move a finger.
Uncontrollable fear welled up from the depths of their hearts. Their powerful sensory abilities now seemed more like a burden, continuously conveying shocking images...
With each analysis in their minds, it felt as if their hearts were being squeezed.
As the cream of the crop in combat, they had always been proactive in accepting and adapting, constantly scaling new heights. However, at this moment, they wished they could discard their cultivated battle instincts.
The more they analyzed, the more powerless and suffocated they felt...
They easily concluded that even if all human power were gathered, there would still be no chance of victory!