Willard’s ultimate move cleared the battlefield in an instant. The martial artists who had rushed forward were either dead or critically wounded, with no ability to defend themselves.

“This… How is this possible?” Hank’s eyes widened in terror as cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

Under the restriction of the sealing formation, even ultimate grandmasters couldn’t unleash their full strength.

But Willard, with nothing more than a flask of liquor, had managed to tap into a supreme divine power far beyond his cultivation level.

Though he was only at the grandmaster level, his move, Infinite Spirit Manifestation, carried the might of an ultimate grandmaster. If he were to use it again, the outcome would be grim for everyone, including himself.

“Retract!” Willard took a deep breath and the thousands of illusory images that had surged forth earlier instantly retracted into his body. His face turned red and pale as his breath grew heavy and ragged.

The toll of using Infinite Spirit Manifestation was unmistakable. With his cultivation sealed, executing such an attack once had already pushed him to the limit.

Only a handful of martial artists, including Hank and the six black men, still had the strength to fight. In total, barely a dozen remained standing.

The six men in black-the strongest among the group-were fully engaged by Dustin and couldn’t spare any hands to help. As for the rest, only Hank posed a genuine threat. The others were paralyzed by fear and dared not approach.

“Hank, if you know what’s good for you, retreat now. Otherwise, you’ll end up like these corpses,” Willard said coldly.

His strength, stamina, and focus were rapidly draining. If the fight continued, it might not end in his favor. His only hope now was to intimidate Hank into retreating.

what should we do? Should we retreat for now?” Garrett clutched

a hundred men, but now most of them were either dead or critically

panicking for? Willard just exhausted his supreme divine power and is barely hanging on. Don’t let him intimidate you.” Hank

Willard had overexerted himself with that last move. Otherwise, he would’ve pressed

be true, but we’ve already lost most of our men. If we keep fighting, we’ll only suffer more casualties. Maybe we should

face. ” This mission is do or die. Anyone who dares retreat

no way out. If they retreated now, they would be executed by Bailey upon their

Hank pulled out two vials of enhanced serum and tossed one to Garrett. “Drink this. It’ll greatly enhance your physical abilities and boost your combat power. I’ve worked

up with relief as he took the

S-grade enhanced serum. It was ten times better than the A-grade

will both die. So, let’s give it everything

earlier, and a second dose could cause his body to explode. But he had no time to worry about

the power surge inside him, Hank wasted no time and charged forward

would either emerge victorious

Wrym Summit, hundreds of elite martial artists relentlessly battered the mountain protective array. A continuous barrage of attacks rocked the

the continuous onslaught. It was clear

Sacred Wrym Summit stood ready for the

burst into the room and reported, “Kaden, the mountain protection array is about

to set up twelve small formations. We’ll turn defense into offense and ensure

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