"How... how is this possible?!"
"No one can survive after withstanding damage like ours, let alone... he didn't dodge any of the skills just now, they all hit! Such damage is something even a monstrous beast as large as a small mountain couldn't withstand!"
The black and white warriors were utterly astonished.
They had indeed considered the possibility of powerful beings in this world, but they had never imagined that a human could be immune to their ultimate attacks!
"The opponent is not human. Perhaps he's right, he is a god!"
"Only ancient gods possess such terrifying power."
"When I served as a cultivation instructor in the royal court, I once read several ancient texts."
"They recorded the ancient god wars, also known as the World-Ending War. The most powerful gods in it possessed world-destroying abilities. A single battle could level cities and reroute rivers, their power was immense!"
"Even weaker gods could resist hundreds of thousands of beast tides single-handedly!"
"The man before us is likely a resurgent ancient god, his strength unfathomable. We must be cautious."
Luos said with a cold expression.
"Damn it, there are no gods in this world! They are just fabrications by the True God cult to control the thoughts of the populace!"
"We must shatter this myth now and let people know that gods do not exist!"
The black and white warriors roared, transforming once again into streams of white and black energy. They then shot upwards urgently, disappearing along the city walls.
"Oh? Did they flee?"
Zhang Chen raised an eyebrow slightly. He had seen such things countless times.
Especially in the apocalypse, one moment they'd fight an enemy to the death, and the next they'd betray their allies.
This was just standard operating procedure.
"With me here, you'll never step past this city gate!"
"God of War Asura!"
Luos roared, and the energy within him surged, enveloping his entire body like a blue flame.
Then, the energy gathered, eventually forming an impenetrable armor on his body's surface.
His entire physique also became sturdier and taller, reaching three to four meters in height.
Standing before Luos, Zhang Chen appeared as small as a child.
"Don't you understand yet? In the human world, the strength of combat power is never determined by size."
Zhang Chen shook his head, a look of helplessness on his face.
"Death Storm!"
Luos shouted again. This skill was extremely potent, a high-level cultivation technique.
However, ordinary physical bodies would suffer backlash when releasing such a skill, so it could only be unleashed after their energy solidified.
"Death Storm? That skill sounds so familiar!"
Zhang Chen tilted his head, not advancing further, but waiting curiously for Luos to unleash his skill.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Luos, holding a great axe in both hands, began to spin in place. The great axe stirred up gusts of wind, whipping up the surrounding dust like a small sandstorm vortex, sweeping towards Zhang Chen.
"Oh wow? It really is Death Storm!"
Zhang Chen remembered mastering this skill a very, very long time ago. He was surprised to see it again here; it brought back memories!
"Kill!"
Luos spun until he was in front of Zhang Chen. Suddenly, the hurricane dissipated, and a colossal dark shadow descended from the sky!
His great axe, illuminated by the sun, flashed with a blinding brilliance.
The final strike of Death Storm was its most damaging, a terrifying skill that combined area-of-effect damage with high single-target multipliers.
*Bang!*
*Swish!*
The golden light instantly stopped the moment it touched Zhang Chen's palm!
Luos, having exerted all his strength, was still in mid-air, but his axe had come to a halt.
The immense impact blew the flower petals on the ground high into the air, and then they slowly drifted down with Luos's sturdy physique.
"How... how is this possible?!"
Luos was filled with shock.
If he could have somewhat convinced himself that his previous axe blow had no effect on Zhang Chen, it would have been barely plausible.
After all, as an ancient god, his physique might be powerful.
But this Death Storm was a skill passed down from ancient times. Moreover, he had released it after strengthening his body, making its power extraordinary.
He had expected it to at least cause some damage to Zhang Chen, if not sever an arm, then at least inflict a cut to draw some blood.
To his surprise, such a fierce attack was so easily caught by Zhang Chen with his bare palm.
"Are you looking down on me by using such a low-level skill?"
"At least bring out some proper, powerful skills!"
Zhang Chen sighed, then lightly flicked his finger against the axe.
*Zing!*