dhibooks Chapter 321 -321-The Prey and the Hunter
Chapter 321 -321-The Prey and the Hunter
"My lord..."
Camille looked at the one-sided slaughter unfolding in the void. The powerhouses of the Council of the Gods were surging toward Zoran’s side like a tide.
"No rush."
Daniel smiled. His tone was as calm as if he were discussing the weather.
He leaned back in the command seat, his gaze as still as water.
"I have a Divine-grade secret treasure that can break this space-sealing formation, but there is no need to hurry. Our luck is quite good. We encountered someone interesting the moment we set out."
Hearing this, Camille could not help but smile knowingly.
He had followed Daniel for so long that he had long since understood his way of doing things.
He said softly, "I understand what you mean, my lord."
"The Council of the Gods thinks they have us firmly in their grasp, but what they don’t know is that we can leave, yet choose not to. We’re just playing along with them."
"Once both sides have fought each other to exhaustion, we can swallow them all in one move!"
He remembered something Faustus often said: a truly skilled hunter often appears in the guise of prey.
Daniel did not answer. The curve at the corner of his mouth merely deepened.
In the void, the slaughter continued. Holy light and blood intertwined into a cruel painting of the star sea.
And he quietly waited for the moment of harvest.
...
The several hundred Divine-grade powerhouses of the Council of the Gods effortlessly killed Zoran and the few Divine-grade powerhouses beside him on the spot. Afterward, they casually took control of the merchant Starship belonging to Windrest World.
Once they were done, they were like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves. They quickly turned around and surrounded the Imperial Bow Ark, which still hovered silently in the void—layer upon layer, sealing it off so tightly that not even water could pass through.
Whoosh!
The void suddenly trembled, and Daniel’s figure appeared without warning. His robes fluttered, and his expression was indifferent.
The many Divine-grade powerhouses of the Council of the Gods froze at the same time. Then they burst into mocking laughter.
"A quasi-sage?"
Sean was first stunned, then a trace of ridicule appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"No wonder he hid inside the ship and didn’t dare move. So he’s merely a demi-sage rank..."
His voice suddenly stopped. A hint of suspicion flashed through his eyes.
He stared deeply at Daniel, and his heart abruptly shook. That face, that figure, gradually overlapped with the portrait of a certain legendary name.
"No... he looks familiar. Why does he look a little like Faustus?"
Sean’s voice unconsciously lowered, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.
However, the Divine-grade powerhouses around him did not possess that same vigilance.
They had already surrounded Daniel in layer after layer, whispering among themselves in disorder, their tones filled with contempt.
"A mere demi-sage rank actually owns such a Holy Relic? Could he be some descendant who secretly slipped out from a major faction?"
"Who cares whose descendant he is? Since he has reached our territory, he has to obediently wait for our judgment."
"Looks like there’s no need for all of us to act together. Just pick two or three sages at random, and they can crush him into powder."
Just as they were whispering among themselves and letting down their guard—
Daniel suddenly raised his hand.
That palm rapidly expanded in the void, like the arm of an ancient giant god awakening from slumber.
In the blink of an eye, that colossal palm covered the void for ten thousand miles around, blotting out the sky and the stars, as though even the stars themselves would be crushed within its grasp.
Within the palm, the star rivers of countless worlds revolved, and the sun and moon flowed in cycles.
It was as if a newborn universe was slowly breathing within it, containing endless destruction and creation.
"Celestial Grasp—!"
Daniel shouted in a low voice. His voice exploded like thunder in the depths of everyone’s soul.
That heaven-covering giant palm came crashing down. Within the miniature Astral Realm in its palm, endless divine power, Immortal Singularity, and fragments of Law erupted like a volcano, unleashing terrifying might capable of tearing apart the star sea.
Rumble!
The giant palm suddenly slammed down.
The many Divine-grade powerhouses of the Council of the Gods roared furiously and unleashed their sage power one after another, each using secret arts as they desperately tried to resist.
However—
Crack, crack, crack...
A series of crisp sounds exploded one after another. Those were the sounds of bones shattering and sage power collapsing, especially piercing in the void.
The Divine-grade powerhouses of the Council of the Gods were forcefully suppressed in place by that giant palm.
Endless Strength swept in from every direction like a tide, grinding them down. It was as though they were not facing a single demi-sage rank, but an invincible army made up entirely of demi-sage-rank existences!
It was as though what they resisted was not the power of one world, but the weight of countless worlds crushing down at the same time.
Under this terrifying force, low-grade sages did not even have time to scream before they were reduced directly to ash.
Mid-grade sages could only barely endure for two or three seconds before their sage power shattered, their sacred bodies collapsed, and they turned into insignificant dust within the star sea.
Only those high-grade sages could barely withstand it for a moment, yet they too suffered heavy Origin injuries in an instant.
Their sage power was like glass struck by a heavy hammer, covered in dense cracks.
Their sacred bodies withered, and their Origin faded, like candles extinguished by a violent gale.
With this one palm from Daniel, several hundred Divine-grade powerhouses were all executed!
[Ding! You have killed a Divine-grade powerhouse, Council of the Gods low-grade sage. You have obtained Origin Crystal × 100 cubic units!]
[Ding! You sold Origin Crystal × 100 cubic units to Doom Guild for 1 copper coin, triggering Millionfold Boost!]
[The sold item is a currency-type item. Please choose quality boost/quantity boost!]
"Quantity boost!"
[Congratulations! You have obtained 1 gold coin! You have obtained Origin Crystal × 100,000,000 cubic units!]
[Ding! You have killed a Divine-grade powerhouse, Council of the Gods mid-grade sage. You have obtained Origin Crystal × 120 cubic units!]
[Ding! You sold Origin Crystal × 120 cubic units to Doom Guild for 1 copper coin, triggering Millionfold Boost!]
[... Repeating process... You have obtained Origin Crystal × 120,000,000 cubic units!]
[Ding! You have killed a Divine-grade powerhouse, Council of the Gods high-grade sage. You have obtained Origin Crystal × 150 cubic units!]
[... You have obtained Origin Crystal × 150,000,000 cubic units!]
System notifications exploded one after another beside Daniel’s ears.
After the fall of several hundred Divine-grade powerhouses, an enormous amount of Origin Crystals dropped. After being enhanced by Millionfold Boost, they all fell into his pocket.
Those cold numbers jumped before his eyes, yet they failed to stir even the slightest ripple in his heart.
...
Daniel’s strike was incomparably domineering, like the descent of a main god.
Low-grade and mid-grade sages died on the spot. Only a few high-grade sages luckily escaped through the gaps between the fingers of the palm, drenched in blood and in an extremely wretched state.
"Vice Speaker... run!"
"That man... that man is a monster!"
The voice of one surviving high-grade sage was shrill. Cracks continued spreading across his sacred body, and blood gushed out like spring water.
"I have never seen such a terrifying quasi-sage before. He is simply horrifying beyond belief!"
"If I take another strike from him, I will definitely die too! Run!"
Another powerhouse screamed at the top of his lungs, his eyes filled with fear.
Sean had been commanding from afar all along and had not personally entered the battlefield.
At this moment, the sudden change before his eyes left him completely frozen in place.
Several hundred Divine-grade powerhouses.
Several hundred!
Yet they could not even withstand a single palm strike from one quasi-sage?
A name suddenly flashed through his mind like a bolt of icy lightning splitting open the chaos.
Faustus!
The strongest quasi-sage in the current Myriad-Star Cosmos!