Chapter 886: Fighting Quincy and Chrison (2/2)

Quincy and Chrison had not only looked at Phoebe, Emily, Lisa, and the others with obscene gazes, but they had also verbally abused them. Phoebe had been silently repressing her rage all along. Now that the House of Han’s situation had turned from dire to favorable, her attitude immediately changed.

Phoebe, Emily, Stratholme, Ayermike, and the others had been making tremendous cultivation progress on Elysium where elemental energies were the most intense. In the House of Han, they had access to vast financial resources, scrolls containing profound knowledge of various energies, the pelleted medicines Han Shuo made, and divine essences acquired from various regions. Those resources would keep on appearing in the Han Residence’s warehouse before they were distributed among these core members of the House of Han.

They were the cream of the crop back on the Profound Continent, a resource-poor material plane. Upon arriving on Elysium, they had been provided with everything that could assist with their cultivation. Combined with their outstanding aptitude, they had been making tremendous progress.

Phoebe, Emily, and most others had reached midgodhood while gifted experts like Stratholme and Ayermike had entered the late-stage midgod realm. They had been progressing much, much faster than those who were born and raised on Elysium.

These people were able to become top-notch experts in a world where elemental energies were thin and little was known about those the Fundamental Forces. It was only natural that they would make extraordinary progress after moving to Elysium and gaining access to vast resources.

Phoebe, Emily, Ayermike, Stratholme, and the others had not been idle. They too were well-practiced in Han Shuo’s demonic combat formation and had been massacring Chrison and Quincy’s godhunters.

The first highgod to fall was Chrison. He had finally lost his mind after being subjected to Gilbert’s persistent chanting of malicious words. He was so focused on getting Gilbert that he had forgotten that Bollands was still a threat. When Chrison had finally managed to land an attack on Gilbert, Bollands’ flying sword entered from the back of his neck and emerged from his forehead. It was an instant kill.

“Haha! Gotcha, fucker! I may not have the firepower of Bollands or Gilbert, but my body is fucking tough. How foolish of you to think that I can be killed in one hit!” Gilbert stumbled backward, coughed a few times, and quickly returned normal. He went on to trample Chrison’s dead body on the mountain peak.

Gilbert’s body had been smelted by Han Shuo the same way he smelt demonic weapons. Although Gilbert’s body wasn’t as ridiculously tough as Han Shuo’s, it was still orders of magnitude stronger than that of an average god. If it was another expert who suffered that attack of Chrison, they would be severely injured if not killed. Gilbert, however, could handle it without much trouble.

“Alright, that’s enough, Gilbert. We need to hurry. Let’s join forces with Sanguis to kill the other one!” Bollands gave the flying sword in his hand a gentle wipe before charging at Quincy.

Gilbert spitted a large mouthful of saliva onto Chrison’s flattened body. “Fucker, you’ve got off easy!” cursed Gilbert before he turned and also charged at Quincy.

Quincy had been rather passive against Sanguis’ wild attacks. He was also surrounded by the House of Han guards. Whenever he tried to escape, he would be greeted with the ferocious attacks from those guards.

Although Quincy possessed formidable strength, the attack simultaneously made by hundreds of midgods was equally powerful. And with Sanguis constantly bombarding him with insane attacks, he was unable to escape.

The moment that Christen died, a shiver traveled through Quincy’s heart for he knew that it would be him soon.

And as expected, Bollands and Gilbert went at him with chilling gazes. It was clear that they were going to gang up on him. Quincy became even more despaired.

Hell, I may die, but I’m not going down alone! thought Quincy hatefully. As a godhunter, Quincy knew that his life was always at risk. It was clear from his daring attack on the House of Han despite offending Han Hao that he was not afraid of death.

The instance that Bollands and Gilbert came to attack him, Quincy knew that this will be his end. Hoping to make his death a little more significant, he decided to commit an equivalent of a kamikaze attack.

“Everyone get spread out! He wants to kill as many of us with his death! Keep a distance from him and bombard him to death!” Having had centuries of experience fighting all kinds of experts on the Profound Continent, Stratholme had learned to be astute. With just one look at those bloodthirsty eyes, Stratholme was able to make out Quincy’s intention.

Having heard the warning, Bollands, Gilbert, and even Sanguis immediately flew backward to keep a distance from Quincy.

“Motherfucker, wanna make your death a little less pitiful, huh? Ain’t gonna happen!” Gilbert started opening his mouth again and began spitting his auditory poison. Gilbert greeted Quincy’s female ancestors going as far back as when they were still amoeba with sort of curses bundled with insults. Meanwhile, Sanguis, Bollands, and the House of Han guards would keep bombarding Quincy with all sorts of ranged attacks.

Quincy could not be more despaired. When he realized that his chance of making a kamikaze attack had been taken, he was left with no choice but to defend himself against the bombardment in anguish.

The bombardment led by Bollands, Sanguis, and Gilbert eventually exhausted Quincy’s divine energy. He was killed by a myriad of energies and weapons.

It was an incredibly miserable death. There were all sorts of divine weapons stuck on every inch of Quincy’s body and it was hung on midair. After Sanguis made sure that there was no longer a drop of blood left in his body, a group of guards went forward and chopped him up before tossing his body parts everywhere.

With Quincy and Chrison both dead, those few remaining godhunters that had yet to be slaughtered frantically escaped in every direction. They would try to fly towards hills and thick jungles and use every ounce of strength in them to run.

Watching Quincy and Chrison killed had left Khitan and Scarlett utterly shocked. They were startled by the House of Han’s performance.