As soon as the old shaman lunged forward, the berserk energy in his body flared up, increasing his power and speed, allowing him to arrive in front of Han Shuo in a fraction of a second. His calloused hand, the size of a palm leaf, shot out with it, aiming for Han Shuo's neck.
The old shaman was not summoning powerful beasts as he usually did, nor was he using any special shamanic techniques. Rather, he simply activated the explosive energy stored in his body and suddenly launched melee attacks. Han Shuo had not anticipated this.
The three experts from the Church of Light, the Pope of Light and two demigod experts, seemed to be waiting for the old shaman to strike first. The eyes of the trio shone with glory as the old shaman suddenly charged at Han Shuo and they followed.
The divine knight was just a step behind the old shaman, charging at Han Shuo from an angle. After a flash of light, a pike glistening with holy radiance appeared out of nowhere in his grasp. The pike was about three and a half metres long and emitted golden rays. It contained a terrifying amount of holy energy.
Meanwhile, the Pope of Light and the Divine Magus of Light lowered their heads at the same time and murmured some cryptic incantations. The Pope clutched the Holy Grail and the olive branches. The papal tiara he wore on his head also contained an astonishing amount of divine energy. Amazingly, by relying on the Holy Grail and the olive branches in his hands, and the light papal tiara on his head, more and more energy accumulated in his body. The element of light was constantly converging on these three divine weapons and they were constantly flowing into his body, increasing the energy in his body.
The Light Divine Magus clung to a cross and held it close to his chest. Golden rays shone from the cross and a pair of light wings suddenly grew from his back. The pair of glowing wings, combined with the fact that he was floating in the air, made him look like a non-mortal. It seemed that the cross this demigod light magus held so dear must be another divine weapon of the Church of Light. The Church had really used a lot of their resources in this operation.
As for the last two attackers, the two sacred mages, due to their overwhelming fear of Han Shuo, they didn't seem to react when the rest of their teammates attacked. They foolishly stared ahead, forgetting to act in tandem with their Church of Light and Orc teammates. It seemed that Han Shuo's behaviour at the Shrine of Ice headquarters had struck fear into their hearts, making them reluctant to strike in this situation.
Even though all of this had happened in a fraction of a second, Han Shuo's consciousness was so useful that it could look around and give Han Shuo a clear and detailed picture of everyone's actions.
Han Shuo looked calmly at the old shaman's large, callused hand. He narrowed his eyes slightly as they glowed with a ruthless, murderous and ominous gleam. He remained still, standing on the same ground like a deeply rooted tree.
Since Han Shuo did not move a muscle, the old shaman naturally managed to grab Han Shuo's neck. The fierce hand of the old shaman that was gripping Han Shuo's neck had veins protruding from it that looked like small slithering snakes. His eyes filled with resentment suddenly showed a hint of pleasant surprise. He had never expected his attack to go down so easily.
Shriek... The moment the old shaman's big hand grabbed Han Shuo's neck, he strained every muscle in his hand and squeezed. The berserk energy in his body erupted like a bomb. Immediately after he had used all his strength to tighten his grip, a clear and crisp sound rang out.
Once again, he was surprised in the best possible way. At this moment, the old shaman thought that in reality, Han Shuo was nowhere near as formidable as the rumours had made him out to be. With the resentment from the deaths of his several hundred thousand orc brothers in his mind, the old shaman's hand clenched tighter and tighter. It seemed as if Han Shuo's neck would snap cleanly in two at any moment.
Whoosh... The sound of the divine knight charging at him suddenly rang out in Han Shuo's ears. That pike, emitting a glorious golden glow, was like a poisonous viper as it suddenly appeared beside Han Shuo, piercing his waist.
The divine knight was greatly relieved to see the old shaman tightly strangling Han Shuo, so he attacked without hesitation and without thinking of a way to escape. He assumed that since Han Shuo couldn't move a muscle, the fight would be over in no time.
It turns out that this guy isn't as brave as they say. It seems that the destruction of the Ice Shrine must have happened because their disciples were simply too weak, the divine knight thought as he thrust his pike violently.
Chak! The unmistakable sound of the pike piercing the guts reached the divine knight's ears. The wonderful sound made the corners of his lips curl into a contented smile. His heart was filled with satisfaction and joy. But this feeling of joy did not last long. The loud scream of pain that followed had interrupted his little moment of happiness.
"Ow! Owwww... It's... It's me you stabbed!" the old shaman was annoyed as he cried out in pain.
The divine knight was startled and immediately wiped the satisfied smile from his face. He looked at the old shaman who had been pierced by his spear, puzzled and filled with disbelief. He had absolutely no idea how that blow, clearly aimed at Han Shuo, had ended up on the old shaman.
Creak... creak... As the old shaman screamed miserably in pain, he continued to apply excessive pressure to Han Shuo's neck.
Strangely enough, even with all the forceful squeezing and pinching, Han Shuo, who should have been dead by now with his neck snapped, still had a pair of calm and cold eyes. There was even the slightest hint of a sneer on his face. It was as if he didn't feel any pain at all, as if the neck the old shaman was crushing wasn't even his.
The divine knight was astonished and decided to retreat. But at that moment, a monstrous hand suddenly pierced the old shaman's right lung and ripped through his chest, spraying blood everywhere. The holy armour, glittering with golden rays that even his own spear could not pierce, seemed as fragile as a thin sheet of paper before the great bloody hand. The armour did not offer the slightest resistance before it was pierced by the hand. The hand then entered his right chest and came out the other side. A palm appeared on his back.
It was only now that the Divine Knight slowly turned his head and looked. He discovered that Han Shuo's arm had pierced the old shaman's chest before reaching his own.
At that moment, the divine knight was even more horrified to discover that the old shaman's straight outstretched hand was still gripping Han Shuo's neck. There was at least an arm's length between Han Shuo and the old shaman. The distance between the divine knight and the old shaman was at least two metres. Adding in the depth of the shaman's body, he was at least four metres away from Han Shuo.
Considering the length of the arm that passed through his and the old shaman's bodies, he really wondered if Han Shuo was even a human.
The divine knight suddenly felt his blood run cold. His scalp tingled as he looked at the arm connecting him and the old shaman. Immense fear rose in his heart. He had long since cast his disdainful glance at Han Shuo's strength far, far away. Ignoring the sharp pain coursing through his chest, he pointed at Han Shuo and shouted, "What, what monster are you?"
Han Shuo flashed a cold smile and replied, "You'll find out soon enough from your God of Light!"
As he finished his words, the long arm that pierced through the two demigods suddenly hacked downward. The arm seemed to have turned into a blade at that moment, slicing through their organs like a hot knife through butter. Their bodies were torn apart from the chest down. A mixture of blood and organs splattered on the ground.
But Han Shuo wasn't finished yet. He continued to slash upwards with his arm, transforming the demigods into demi-bodies. Two living demigods had been transformed into four very dead half-bodies in an instant. The scene was extremely bloody and gruesome. The stench of blood began to spread. The battle on Han Shuo's side was over before the Light Pope and the Divine Magus had finished their cryptic incantations. The two showed no signs of wanting to witness the bloody deaths of their partners.
The surge of confidence that the two sacred magi of the Ice Shrine had gained shortly after the battle had begun had now completely crumbled. In an instant, an even greater fear struck them. They were now panting heavily. Their willpower had completely collapsed, and they no longer dared to even think of seeking revenge.
"Oh? You hope to escape with your soul? Hmm, that's a good idea, but I'm afraid that won't be possible!" After Han Shuo split the two bodies into four, just as he was about to turn his attention to the remaining two from the Church of Light, his consciousness suddenly realised that the old shaman's soul had not disintegrated between heaven and earth, but was drifting away with the wind.
In most cases, those with powerful souls in life could be reborn through a medium using special techniques, as long as their souls were not scattered in death. This divine knight of the Church of Light must have been poor at cultivating his soul, so it had gradually scattered between heaven and earth after his physical body was destroyed. He certainly had no hope of a second life.
Seeing the old shaman's soul drifting away with the wind, Han Shuo snorted and flicked his finger. A dark radiance shot directly at the old shaman's soul and was drawn back to Han Shuo. It was then trapped within the ring that had previously protected Gilbert's soul.
The fact that the old shaman's soul did not dissipate after death meant that his soul energy was quite decent. It was most suitable for Han Shuo to refine some demonic weapons that required powerful souls as primers. Of course, Han Shuo would capture them.
After the old shaman's soul fell into the Soul Depository Ring through the wonderful effect of the ring, Han Shuo heard the old shaman's soul roar in irreconcilable anger, "Let go of me! I will kill you! You despicable thing!"
"What a poor soul. How can you kill me when you are already dead? Hehe, after some time, I will use your soul to refine tools. At that time, you will be without any consciousness and your soul will be under my control - forever. That will be simply delightful, don't you think?" Han Shuo let out a loud and sinister snort. His consciousness entered the ring and transmitted a malicious message, making the old shaman irascible and furious, but powerless to do anything about it.
With his soul trapped inside the ring, the old shaman could do nothing to change his tragic fate. This was undoubtedly worse than death.