Chapter 967: An Insidious Strike After Another (1/2)

Isaiah gestured to Regis and Miller secretly to get them to help Salas wipe Wasir out. Even though Wasir alone was hard pressed to interfere with their plans, they still felt a little uneasy about letting an enemy overgod roam free. Killing him would be much more preferable.

”Haha, Wasir, oh, Wasir... I asked you to leave early, yet you didn't listen. Don't you cry foul later!” Regis said as he suddenly charged towards Wasir like a bolt of rainbow lightning.

Regis and Salas both cultivated lightning energy. Being sandwiched between the two of them, Wasir was hard pressed to escape. Miller was watching carefully from the sidelines, completely unhurried about joining in. Instead, he turned his gaze to the only way Wasir could possibly escape to. His cunning wit caused him to already be thinking about locking down Wasir's escape route.

Wasir darted away in a panic. Being surrounded by the three, he was feeling a little anxious. The impressive frosty aura about him seemed to wane.

Regis smiled even more as he started to look down on Wasir, an overgod who wasn't willing to give everything he had in a fight. Someone with an attitude like that couldn't be that powerful. The instant Regis held that thought, he no longer treated Wasir like someone on equal footing. He shot out a bolt of blinding lightning from his palm, forcing Wasir to flee helplessly.

At that moment, Salas turned into a bolt of lightning and rammed into Wasir. Then, a lightning bolt wrapped around his hand pierced Wasir through the chest, causing him to spit out a torrent of blood.

”Haha, I didn't think that this would ever happen to you, Wasir,” Salas said, before he delivered another punch to his face, sending Wasir flying towards Regis. ”Regis, send him to the afterlife!”

Regis figured that Wasir was already injured. The lightning sparks that crackled from his body suggested that he was injured to the point that he could no longer resist. ”Alright!” Regis heartily agreed, thinking that Wasir wasn't any bit impressive at all, for his defenses to have been breached that easily.

Isaiah observed the whole battle and found it to be weird. He didn't think that Wasir wouldn't be able to take a single strike at all and fall almost immediately from Salas and Regis's teamwork.

On the other hand, Miller was all smiles and had lowered his guard. Wasir no longer seemed to even be able to escape by now.

”Not good!” Isaiah no longer cared about Han Shuo, who was being absorbed by the soulsphere, and charged right in.

Miller's expression also changed as he charged towards Regis. ”Salas, you're so dead!”

”Hehe!” Salas snickered.

All of a sudden, the bloody and battered Wasir turned around and moved out of Salas's way. A gigantic frost hammer appeared in his hand before he smashed it hard against the frozen Regis. Salas also sent a bolt of lightning striking down from the skies at the same time onto Regis's head.

Crisp sounds of Regis's bones breaking rang out as blood came spurting out of his arm and leg joints. When the ice fractured and shattered, Regis's eyes were glazed over. Two trails of blood came streaking out of his nose onto his chest. It only took one strike for him to completely be incapacitated.

”Salas, you're sick of life, aren't you?!” Isaiah roared as earth energy surged into his arms, making it tonnes heavier in the process. He seemed just like a mountain now.

”Sick of life? I think you're the one who is!” Salas snapped as he turned to Wasir, who was wiping the blood off his mouth. ”Who do we get first?”

”Miller!” Wasir said.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wasir and Salas flew towards Miller. He was a wind cultivator, so his attack and evasion speed was far better than the two's. While he had reacted a little slower than Isaiah had, he was actually closing his distance with Regis faster than Isaiah.