Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast

Upon the shattered ‘Firmament,’ Jack Clark descended from the sky in golden red gorgeous battle armor, with gears spinning and ribbons of flame dancing behind him.

As he swung his War Halberd in his hands, tens of meters of golden halberd blades shot out like lasers, tearing through the atmosphere and producing thunderous roars akin to wind and thunder.

Boom! Boom! Boom!!

Under the terrifying might of the Halberd Skill, the earth shattered, the halberd’s might crushing everything in its surroundings to bits, instantly blasting dense swarms of Blood Demons into the sky as a mist of dirty blood, creating a hundred-meter radius no-man’s-zone.

The explosion whipped up a violent energy that turned into a raging wind, blasting out hundreds of meters; the Six-Tailed White Fox used its six tails to circle around and shield against the shockwave that came rushing over.

“It’s Darren Callum.”

“We are saved.”

Seeing that figure who crushed the earth and stood before them holding a halberd, those beautiful and sexy accompanying girls and staff members let out cries of surprise and joy.

As a man who had once slain gods, Jack Clark was, in the eyes of these ordinary people, synonymous with power and invincibility.

Looking at that solid and towering figure, they suddenly felt a strong sense of security.

As he faced the countless Blood Demons rushing towards them like a tide, Jack Clark said in a deep voice, “Gwen Gail, you take Maureen and protect Miss Ward… and everyone else. Leave these Blood Demons to me.”

“Yeah, yeah!! Don’t worry, Brother Callum. I’m really powerful.” The girl excitedly nodded her head.

As she spoke, a divine aura burst forth from the girl’s body, and her black hair whooshed and turned snow-white, her brow revealing a mark resembling eight tails with no wind around her.

Immediately, Gwen Gail reached out and pressed her hand on the Six-Tailed White Fox Maureen’s calf.

With Gwen Gail’s bloodline strength reinforcing her, the aura around the Six-Tailed White Fox surged, but this time it was not strength that bloated but rather recovery.

The energy spent obliterating thousands of Blood Demons in a short amount of time was replenished at a terrifying speed, and in the blink of an eye, the aura returned to its peak condition.

This was one of Gwen Gail’s bloodline abilities, allowing her to rapidly heal and restore the energy of fox-type exotic beasts.

She had intended to reserve it for a critical moment later on, but now, with Jack Clark’s arrival, she no longer held back and allowed the Six-Tailed White Fox to remain in peak condition at all times.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!!

The six hugely inflated hundred-meter-long fox tails, like white lightning, blasted all approaching Blood Demons nearby, forming an unshakable fortress.

Wail, wail, wail!!

As the saying goes, “When people exceed ten thousand, there are no bounds,” and when over ten thousand Blood Demons clambered out from the Blood River and furiously rushed toward them, the sight was indeed terrifying.

Especially since the weakest of these Blood Demons all exhibited Triplex auras, many at the Fourth, Fifth, or Sixth Layer, with speeds of several tens of meters per second, like streaks of red light sprinting towards them.

Jack Clark burst through the air, turning into a golden radiance plunging into the red ocean, and in an instant, countless Blood Demons exploded.

In the face of the Halberd wielded at Supersonic Speed, everything was obliterated, regardless of the Blood Demons emitting an aura from the Triplex to the Sixth Layer or how powerful their burst of attacks were.

Under the golden light circulating around the halberd, everything was shattered.

Even because the matter was too dense and the speed too fast, the rapid swings formed long blue light trails, with the vacuum pressure of the slashes covering an area of tens of meters.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!

With hundreds of Blood Demons exploding every second and dirty blood scattering, even the sky began to rain with bloody rain, painting a scene of terror and fear.

It was then that Jack Clark erupted with a terrifying killing intent, surrounded by blood light.

Bathed in blood, reflecting Hell.

Boom! In the glow of the blood light, a vision of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood appeared around Jack Clark, actually a hallucinatory domain formed by the explosion of Battle Intent.

Suddenly, Jack Clark’s eyes slowly turned bloody red, and the surrounding blood light solidified into tangible red Killing Intent, even with strands of Blood Evil Qi wafting around the halberd.

Boom! Boom! Boom!!

As the Battle Intent surged, every Blood Demon Jack Clark blasted apart contributed a strand of red blood fiend to the Hell around him, and the blood light swirling about him grew stronger.

Passive Battle Intent, Thirst for Killing: During battle, slaying enemies absorbs the formless Blood Fiend to boost the power of Battle Intent, the more life taken, the stronger the Intent grows.

Suddenly, within that ocean of swarms of Blood Demons, a figure surrounded by blood light shone, sweeping through everything, unstoppable and unblockable.

In just a few minutes, he terrorized and slaughtered tens of thousands of Blood Demons, with tangible streams of blood-colored energy swirling all around him, his presence growing ever more formidable.

In that moment, Jack Clark was like the God of Death descending into Hell.

Even Crystal Boyce, who had seen much of the world, wore a shocked expression at the terrifying Killing Intent emanating from his body.

But as long as the Blood River did not dry up, the Blood Demons would not perish.

Just as Jack Clark paused for a brief rest, countless Blood Demons that had died in the Blood River rose up again, albeit weaker this time.

Boom! As countless Blood Demons surged forward, the battle erupted once more.

Right then, Jack Clark’s body was shielded by only a layer of True Power Protection, wrapped around the halberd, not deploying powerful Combat Techniques, relying solely on brute strength and extreme speed.

In such a situation, even if he fought non-stop for three days and nights, he wouldn’t tire.

Under this mad slaughter, Jack Clark’s Battle Intent grew stronger and stronger, edging closer to minor completion, with the surrounding blood light becoming increasingly horrifying, godly, and demonic.

All of this was live-streamed by a helicopter hovering in the distance, witnessed by countless people around the globe.

Someone swallowed nervously, “His movement speed must have reached at least twice the speed of sound, seven hundred meters a second. It’s too terrifying, and he hasn’t even made the Seventh Layer breakthrough yet.”

“Do you see? Every swing of the halberd in his hand produces a dark blue light, that is the phenomenon of matter being instantly pulverized and burned.”