Invincible! This person has lived for a billion years

Chapter 712 William, you better not die!

Seeing Walker flying towards him, Oscar immediately felt a headache coming on.

“What the hell is this?” he muttered to himself.

He was the one who most wanted to curse someone out.

Already targeted by William, he was in a miserable state, and now he had no choice but to consider an alliance with Walker.

Ironically, Walker wasn’t even acknowledging him, not only refusing to ally but also trying to kill him!

“Spencer, Chloe! Help me take them down!” This time, Oscar didn’t dare call on Nora.

Spencer and Chloe were his last allies…

As Walker charged towards him, the two instinctively ran in opposite directions, maintaining a safe distance from each other but not straying too far, just watching from afar.

Help Oscar?

They weren’t fools!

Now, it was impossible to tell who was human and who was a Wraith.

Walker wanting to kill Oscar seemed like a good thing,who would want to get involved in that?

The scene of Oscar chasing Nolan was still fresh in their minds,only a fool would team up with Oscar now.

Why not reap the benefits of their conflict?

At this point, Oscar had given up hope for any allies and yelled at Walker, “I’m going all out against you.”

“Fuck you mother!” Walker casually insulted Oscar’s mother, standing on a flying knife with four more circling him at high speed, radiating murderous intent.

Walker pointed two fingers at Oscar, and the four flying knives turned into streaks of light shooting towards him.

Oscar’s X-Vanguard Armor was out of ammo and lacked long-range attack capabilities.

Although he was a superhuman with awakened strength and speed, he wasn’t a Soulmancer. With the four flying knives approaching, all he could do was frantically block with his alloy steel knife.

The sound of metal clashing was incessant, sparks flying everywhere. Oscar was clearly struggling, barely managing to defend himself with no chance to counterattack.

Walker, standing on a flying knife, landed lightly about fifty feet away from Oscar, his solid muscles on display.

The last flying knife stood in front of him. Glancing at Spencer and Chloe, he said indifferently, “You two, start fighting. One of you must die!”

His indifferent tone was somewhat reminiscent of William, perhaps influenced by William’s way of speaking.

“Walker, don’t push us, or we might team up with Oscar!” Spencer, a long-haired, lean man, glared coldly at Walker and threatened, “Can you handle all four of us together?”

“Four people teaming up?” Walker had also noticed Nora and the woman in red.

These superhumans couldn’t distinguish a Wraith.

Can someone with that kind of genetic mutation, who hasn’t enhanced their abilities through secret art training, identify a Wraith?

Walker’s previous master was Bryant. In the mountains, Walker had learned many extraordinary mystical arts, and later, he studied witchcraft under Moros, becoming adept at detecting the presence of Wraiths just by scent.

As a favored disciple of the deity of witchcraft, Moros, and having mastered the second stage of the Celestial Blade Art, Walker’s true strength was hard to gauge by conventional levels.

“Alright, you two, killing that woman will do as well.” Walker pointed at Nora, deciding it was best not to leave this troublemaker around.

Spencer and Chloe exchanged a glance, needing no words, and both lunged towards Nora from different directions.

“Echoing wails!”

Nora uttered a strange sound, her beautiful face contorting into something hideous and terrifying, causing Spencer and Chloe to break out in a cold sweat as a blood-red light engulfed them.

The bald man who had killed Harrison and the woman in red also revealed their true forms.

The bald man was a giant black three-headed demon dog, and the woman in red was a skeleton with blue ghostly fires flickering in her eye sockets.

Without hesitation, they joined Nora in devouring their prey.

For them, the flesh and essence of humans were the most delicious food.

In an instant, Spencer and Chloe were devoured completely, leaving only their stark white skeletal remains.

“Congratulations to the five remaining survivors, your personal attributes have all doubled. There’s still one hour and forty-

eight minutes left in the game. If only one person remains at the end, this system will reward the final survivor with a top-

tier artifact. Good luck!”

William, too, seemed addicted to playing the system, continuing his path of tormenting the players.

“Walker! Stop fighting, there are three monsters nearby, and now only five of us are left. When the time is up, we can all get out alive!”

Oscar was desperate. He could feel himself getting stronger, but catching Walker’s flying knives was becoming increasingly difficult.

His basic attributes had doubled, enhancing his strength and speed, but Walker was a Soulmancer!

And not just any Soulmancer, but one whose body had been unnaturally strengthened over time through witchcraft potions. What did it mean for Walker’s mental control and physical strength to double?

Previously, Walker could match a regular Demi-God level Soulmancer in combat. But now, with his enhanced strength, Walker could instantly defeat a Demi-God level Soulmancer!

The most terrifying part was his increased mental strength, which allowed him to spot the flaws in Oscar’s steel sword.

A steel sword made from the latest technology?

Walker’s flying knives, though not divine artifacts, were magical weapons nourished by his own essence and were no less formidable than the steel sword in Oscar’s hands.

With every strike, even if blocked, sparks would fly from the steel sword, revealing its weaknesses.

Striking the same spot repeatedly.

And then there were the four flying knives attacking at a specific frequency, creating resonance.

All this was part of Walker’s plan.

“Break!” Walker didn’t even respond to Oscar. With a frown and a snap of his fingers, the fifth flying knife broke the speed barrier, shattering Oscar’s alloy steel sword into pieces.

At the same time, the energy aura around Walker surged, and the five flying knives furiously attacked Oscar’s X-Vanguard Armor.

Targeting just one spot, the heart!

No matter how Oscar tried to dodge, the flying knives would precisely hit that one spot on his heart.

“Are you insane? If you kill me, you won’t survive either. Can you kill those three monsters?” Oscar yelled loudly.

The quality of the X-Vanguard Armor was good, but it wasn’t absolutely indestructible.

Even the alloy steel sword had been shattered by Walker, the madman,how long could the X-Vanguard Armor hold up?

“Idiot! Go to hell!” Walker didn’t care about the three monsters at all. With murderous intent in his eyes, he cursed as a flying knife pierced through the front of the X-Vanguard Armor and exited from the back, causing blood to spurt wildly from Oscar’s chest.

Oscar slowly knelt down, the strike having ended his life.

Walker glanced at Nora and the others, who were watching eagerly, and began chanting a mysterious spell, with a mysterious purple sigil appearing on his forehead.

That was the mark of the witchcraft heritage given to Walker by Moros.

The purple sigil passed down to Walker by Moros carried a hint of Supreme Deity-level energy.

Just the presence of the sigil was enough to send chills through all the ghosts and goblins inside the Doors of Terror.

“Scram! I don’t have time to play with you now!” Walker coldly swept his gaze over Nora and the others, frightening them into a hasty retreat.

“William, you better not die!” Walker took a deep breath. If it weren’t for the urgency, he wouldn’t have wanted to use the power Moros had given him just to scare people.

Using Moros’s power to intimidate because he couldn’t win was purely a disgraceful act.

If he had the time, he would rather continue fighting.

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