SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
The God of Wrath, Jie'e, hunted enemies through constant transformations.
One moment he became a Dark Mage, flashing into the field. Then he turned into an Ice Archer, freezing the battlefield with a rain of arrows. Next, he morphed into a Shadow Dancer, diving in to reap lives at blinding speed.
The seamless switching between different professions left the professionals of all nations utterly powerless to respond.
Once he locked onto prey, he transformed into a gigantic toad, sucking all crippled targets into his belly with a powerful pull.
Then he hopped over to the Flowing-Gold Warrior and spat them all out, for the Flowing-Gold Warrior to devour.
The God of Desire, Wu'en, controlled the battlefield with his magic aura.
The God of Malevolence, Motan, swept the arena with his nine heads like giant vacuum cleaners, never stopping, endlessly sucking up prey.
Those who tried to escape were all dragged back one after another.
Facing the Three Main Gods, they had no power to resist at all.
Because, alongside the Flowing-Gold Warrior, by devouring the three emotions of humanity, wrath, malevolence, and desire, the strength of the Three Main Gods had also greatly increased.
Although they hadn't fully restored their power to the quasi-king-class level of a hundred years ago, now that they had stepped into the threshold of pseudo-king class, they were absolutely not opponents anyone here could contend with.
The growth rate of the Three Main Gods far exceeded that of ordinary bosses.
At present, though their grade was fixed at pseudo-king class, their actual strength had already surpassed that of the quasi-king-class BOSS, Hell Familiar Golia.
In other words, the enemies these professionals now faced were three super-bosses, each stronger than the Hell Familiar.
Such overwhelming foes utterly crushed their will to fight.
At this moment, everyone had only one thought: escape as quickly as possible.
They had entered the Hell Arena for the sake of glory, not to throw away their lives.
They thought that as long as they escaped the city, they would be safe.
But in the end they discovered: this was already a death trap.
Because the way in had been sealed by a special barrier. This barrier allowed entry, but no exit.
People from outside could come in, but those inside could never get out.
And within the city, no teleportation skills or items could be used.
Immediately, the professionals who found themselves blocked at the city's edge all fell into despair.
Some collapsed to their knees, faces filled with hopelessness.
"It's over. We're all prey now. There's no way out…"
Even viewers in the livestream grew restless and anxious.
["Streamer, don't give up! Fight them back!"]
["Damn it, but those three monsters are so strong. Fight them with what?"]
["Could it be… this really is a certain-death trap? No one can stand against these creatures?"]
Under the crushing pressure of the Three Main Gods, the human professionals had already collapsed.
Epics and below were instantly cannon fodder.
Even legendary-class professionals had no ability to contend with the Three Main Gods.
In such a situation, only mythic-class professionals could even barely respond.
Crash!
The Frost King, Kwon Ji-Hyun, swung his staff, releasing the power of frost to freeze the land.
Centering on the God of Malevolence Motan, he froze all nine heads in ice, rescuing dozens of lives from his bloody jaws.
Then he looked to Elfa beside him, speaking, "In the Hell Arena, our strength is far too restricted. Many 5S-level skills can't even be released."
"This is their territory. Fighting them here puts us at far too great a disadvantage."
Even without Kwon Ji-Hyun's reminder, Elfa already understood this truth.
He had even seen through the Flowing-Gold Warrior's scheme: luring all the world's professionals into the Hell Arena precisely to use its level-reset settings, suppressing high-level professionals' strength, so that he could slaughter them with his own power.
Thus, Elfa added, "Their true levels aren't high, at most between 200 and 300. In the Hell Arena, we truly aren't their match."
"But without the Arena's level suppression, at our real strength as level 500 Tier 9 professionals, we could wipe them out with ease."
The words had barely fallen when Lelovs's face twisted with worry, "But this city we're in has been bound by some special barrier. We can't get out anymore. We're trapped in the Hell Arena!"
"Then there's only one way," Elfa's gaze shifted toward a corner, locking onto the overlooked Hell Familiar Golia.
"If we kill the ultimate BOSS, we clear the Hell Arena. And once the Arena is cleared, we'll naturally be able to leave."
Kwon Ji-Hyun instantly understood Elfa's meaning.
And right now, the Hell Familiar had only 30% health remaining.
"With your strength and mine, taking down one with only thirty percent left is no problem at all."
But Kwon Ji-Hyun added, "Only, someone must hold back those three monsters! If they join forces with the Hell Familiar, we'll have no chance!"
"But who can possibly hold back those three?"
As he spoke, both Elfa and Kwon Ji-Hyun's eyes unconsciously turned toward Lelovs.
Lelovs's face went pale as ash, "Why are you looking at me? I can't hold them off!"
"Other than the two of you, maybe only Bear Nation's Hell Dragon Rider Restiev. Beyond that, there isn't a fourth person who can withstand them."
"Sending us to do it would just be feeding ourselves to them!"
Kwon Ji-Hyun replied, "If we go hold off the three, who goes after the Hell Familiar? You?"
"This…", Lelovs hesitated, then said, "The Hell Familiar is a king-class BOSS! How could I possibly have the strength to kill a king-class?"
Elfa frowned, "If no one holds back the Three Main Gods, this battle cannot even begin."
"In all the nations of the world, is there truly no one who can oppose them?"
At Elfa's question, in the livestream, billions of viewers across every nation all fell silent.
This enemy was simply too strong.
So strong that aside from Ghostsword Elfa, Frost King Kwon Ji-Hyun, and Hell Dragon Rider Restiev, the three mythic-class professionals, the entire world had no one left who could resist.
Even each nation's strongest champions were nothing but cannon fodder before them.
["No one can resist the Three Main Gods… does this mean humanity is doomed to perish?"]
At that moment, countless people began to imagine, ["If only Zero were still alive… could he defeat them?"]
Undeniably, even Elfa, for just a fleeting moment, had the same thought, 'If only Zero hadn't died…'
After all, back then Zhang Yue had been targeted by the Ghost and was beaten to death by the Three Main Gods together.
But if it were now, with the support and cooperation of all the world's professionals, perhaps they really could turn the tables against the Three Main Gods.
"Too bad Zero is gone…"
Just as the whole world fell into despair, suddenly, a cry rang out—
"Look! Someone's attacking the Three Main Gods!"
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