"No need. I can handle this," John said confidently. "Let's go. Time to greet our guests."
Not only did he refuse to hide—he wanted to confront them head-on.
Feeling the immense divine auras, John and his companions quickly made their way toward them.
Before long, both parties came face to face.
There were eight demigod powerhouses in total.
John felt a rush of excitement. As long as he killed four more demigods, his Wrath of the Gods talent would level up again.
"Human, you really don't know your place," Robing of the Dark Humans sneered, his gaze cold as he looked at John.
They all noticed that John had approached them on his own accord.
Just then, a voice sounded in John's mind: "Godslayer, try to find a way to escape. I can keep two of them occupied."
John was stunned and glanced at the demigods before him.
Was one of these people actually helping him?
