Sacrifice's Rise: I Became Invincible After Entering Godslayer Temple

Chapter 109 Chapter 108-The Suffocating Abyssal Prison（1st update, Cheer me with Power Stones!）

[Shape-shifting (divine skill): Comes from the deity Alyssum who governs shadows and killings. With this skill, one can teleport to any location within one's mental probing range, ignoring any defenses such as barriers and spatial shields. The skill can be used twice with a cooldown of 30 minutes. Current energy storage: two times.]

This was yet another divine skill John had gained at some unknown level.

John had always had a doubt.

He was supposed to have inherited the power of The Devil Azazel, meaning he should have had more chaotic darkness-type skills.

But instead, his skill pool was extremely diverse.

He could use a few chaotic darkness divine skills, several lawful justice divine skills, and even one or two divine skills of the holy light type, the nemesis of his supposed power.

Could it be that those lofty deities had failed to notice a God Slayer among their followers?

For instance, Shape-shifting, which was the most powerful skill of Alyssum's exclusive follower class, was surprisingly easy for John to grasp and use.

John was now completely unsure what his basic class was.

His personal attribute panel only indicated one hidden class: God Slayer...

John seriously wondered if there was a huge conspiracy at play.

However, upon further thought, it seemed unreasonable for those lofty deities to create such a stir just to target one mortal player like him.

After much consideration, he could only attribute it to the unique properties of the "God Slayer" hidden class.

...

On the vast grasslands, several sneaky figures were galloping along.

They would occasionally stop to carefully inspect the hoofprints on the ground.

The game Godslayer was quite realistic.

If a player rode through an area, they would certainly leave footprints, deep or shallow, that would linger for nearly a day before slowly fading.

On the grasslands, these were especially noticeable.

These figures were trying to distinguish between the old and new hoofprints from the trampled grass, to determine the direction John and his group were heading.

This kind of tracking and discernment was a specialty for both Assassin and Stealth classes, so the majority of these figures were players from these two classes.

They were too focused on the ground, completely oblivious to what was happening above them.

John hovered silently above them, his gaze icy.

Despite these people concealing their guild names, they foolishly forgot to remove the badges on their chests.

"Wolf Guild and Darklord Guild, have they also learned to join forces?" John's lips curved up in a sarcastic smile.

What persistent pests.

He had initially thought they were enemies of Adam or Blue Sea.

To his surprise, they were targeting him.

The people lying down on the grassland below had no idea that John was above them.

They were still murmuring among themselves.

"Thank God for yesterday's heavy rain. It washed away some of the older hoofprints. The tracks aren't too abundant. They probably went straight forward."

"Keep some distance, don't follow too closely. Those people are all pros."

"Don't worry. We're at least 5000 yards away from them. Even the most skilled stealth class couldn't probe from that far."

"Don't be too relaxed. Galewind isn't an ordinary player. I don't know why our guild leader wants to antagonize such a freak of a pro."

"Sigh~ who knows. We're just the foot soldiers. Whatever the leaders want us to do, we have to do."

"Just keep tailing. Our vice guild leader wants us to keep track of Galewind's movements at all times. I heard he's planning to hire some local top-ranking players to ambush Galewind. If players can't take him down, surely the local powerful NPCs can, right?"

As soon as one of them finished speaking, a nonchalant voice drifted from above: "Oh? Is that so? Can you tell me how high-level the NPCs your vice guild leader plans to hire to kill me?"

Everyone was frightened out of their wits and hurriedly looked up, immediately shifting into a defensive posture.

Above them, John was calmly floating, arms folded over his chest, an amused look on his face.

"Galewind!!" They recognized John instantly, the very target of their pursuit.

"Damn it, how did you appear here?"

John's mocking smile widened as he casually replied, "What, did you guys think your tracking skills were unparalleled and nobody could discover you?"

These men were so shocked that they began trembling.

They clutched the daggers in their hands, ready to strike, but they felt no sense of security, just a chilling dread.

These men were the top assassin and stealth class players from the two major guilds.

They had all heard about John's strength from their own guild and vice guild leaders to some extent.

This guy, Galewind, was not normal, his power far surpassing that of typical players.

When they set out, their guild leader specifically cautioned them.

Never confront Galewind head-on, once your intentions are revealed, escape as fast as you can.

That was exactly what this group was preparing to do.

They weren't gathering their strength for an attack against John, but to escape.

John raised an eyebrow, his smile growing: "What's the matter? You've gone silent. Are you planning to scatter and run, thinking I won't be able to deal with all of you?"

The moment their intentions were uncovered by John, their faces turned ashen.

However, their intense survival instinct was still driving them to gather their strength.

Talk about not knowing when to give up...

John sighed, stretching out one hand.

A soft glow appeared in his hand.

[You have released the skill: Abyssal Prison!]

[Abyssal Prison (divine skill): A gift from the warden of the abyss. Upon activation, the skill can imprison a space of 1000 yards in radius, allowing the user to modify the rules of the space at will. All elements can be controlled, with the exception of space-time...]

To their horror, as John moved, the space around them began to distort.

The four basic elements: earth, wind, water, fire, were all drained away.

Even the immutable light was fading, dissolving into a void of darkness.

In an instant, they seemed to transition from day to night.

The most bizarre part was, only the space they were in was affected.

Looking into the distance, they found that the surroundings remained calm and tranquil, as if their space had been completely cut out.

[Warning! Warning! You have entered a distorted space, your power is rapidly diminishing...]

[Warning! Warning! You have entered a distorted space, your power is rapidly diminishing...]

The urgent system prompts echoed in their minds.

They instinctively gathered together, their faces pale.

Fear was clear in their eyes.

John still hovered in mid-air.

He was radiating a faint glow.

At this moment, he was the sole ruler of this distorted space and the only source of light.

Their view was immersed in darkness and they instinctively looked up at John.

The absolute darkness expanded their fear exponentially.

Some even fainted, unable to bear the fear enveloping them in the darkness.

"How about now? Still think you can escape?" John's smile sounded like a devil's whisper to them.

Seeing them trembling, John propped his chin on one hand, asking with interest: "Now that you can't run, would you mind sharing which NPCs from the Wolf Howl Guild are being invited to ambush me?"

To be honest, using a skill like Abyssal Prison to trap a few low-level assassins and rogues was like using a cannon to kill mosquitoes.

John could annihilate these sneaky guys with a mere flick of his hand.

Ensuring that none of them could escape would be a piece of cake.

He unleashed this skill to oppress them mentally.

Only by breaking their psychological defense could he hear their genuine answers.

Long-term immersion in total darkness, with all five senses being blocked, is a torment to both the spirit and the psyche.

It easily leads to a collapse of the mental defenses.

John's question was quickly answered.

One of them almost wailed, "We don't really know...we only heard our deputy guild leader mention something about an obscure assassin organization...please, let us go!"

The others also started wailing, crying their hearts out.

They were ordinary people in real life, how could they withstand such brutal torture?

Some of them even contemplated suicide.

While they would lose some equipment, at least they could end the torture and return to the respawn pool.

Regrettably, their strength had been diminished by John to just a single point, so they couldn't even break their own defenses.

"An obscure assassin organization?" John pondered, stroking his chin.

"Yes, our deputy guild leader could assassinate high-level players because his hidden class is related to that organization, and he has received their assassin training...We heard that they've invited several master assassins, all high-level experts...We were just following orders to track you, we never really wanted to be your enemy!"

The man was in such a state of despair, tears streaming down his face, that he blurted out all he knew.

John pondered for a moment, then a name he'd long forgotten surfaced in his mind: the Hermit Order.