The War God's Homecoming

Chapter 502 Bessie Charleston's Power

"Alright!" Quillan Inkwell waved his hand as he spoke. "Attack!"

"Understood!" The people from the three camps behind him all moved simultaneously, and their auras exploded. Among these people, the lowest cultivation level was at the Battle God realm, and their overwhelming presence enveloped the area, like a dark cloud descending.

"Attack!" Arthur and Bessie led their hundred men and women forward to confront the oncoming group. The scene descended into chaos, with blades and swords clashing, and waves of energy sweeping through the air.

"Mr Inkwell, I leave Arthur Fowler to you. I'll deal with Bessie Charleston alongside Elder Waitz." Wilmot Wainwright said before exchanging a glance with the white-haired old man and moving towards Bessie. "Alright," Quillan replied solemnly, then turned to Arthur. "Mr Fowler, it's your turn."

"The space here is too cramped. Let's find a more suitable place." Arthur suggested. In his opinion, while having more people increased the power of his 'Return to the Origins of Power,' it would be of little use against someone of Quillan's level.

Not long after, the two of them arrived at another open area, and both unleashed their powerful auras. The surrounding space seemed to lose air pressure, as if a vacuum had been created.

Quillan initiated the attack, his figure darting towards Arthur like a ghost. Violent palm winds rushed forth like a raging storm, creating whirlwinds that swept across the area. Arthur didn't stand idle either. He took a deep breath and shot forward, his palms surrounded by a faint mist. Wherever his palm winds went, the surrounding air temperature dropped significantly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Their attacks clashed, causing deafening explosions that echoed through the area. Within moments, a massive vortex of air formed around the two, reducing trees and rocks to dust in its wake.

battle with Bessie. Similarly, they had chosen a different location, each channeling their full power.

attacks were infused with destructive energy, aimed at the sword beams Explosions echoed in the air as their attacks collided. After dozens of exchanges, it seemed that none

on whether you two are capable of forcing me to use it." Bessie replied after taking a

and Earth' is ranked in

"Wainwright, shall we fight

"Agreed!" Wilmot nodded.

God-Emperor's Power manifested as an enormous fist, exuding a destructive

old man took a few steps forward and unleashed numerous palm strikes with blinding speed. Overhead, a translucent palm could be vaguely seen, surging with energy. Inside

a deep voice, and the palm-shaped shockwave sped

careless and had to play her trump card. As she moved swiftly, her wrist continued

Sword, Heaven and

merged into the illusion of an ancient sword. Immediately after, it struck out swiftly toward the attacks of the

Boom!

Wilmot Wainwright's God-Emperor-level fist. After a loud bang, the fist instantly shattered, and Wilmot spewed out a mouthful of blood as he was

illusion of Bessie's ancient sword. After the clash with Wilmot's attack, the energy of the illusionary ancient sword had already been

moment, Bessie spat out a mouthful of blood and slid back for seventy to eighty meters before coming to a stop, while the white-haired elder was pushed back about twenty to thirty steps, with a faint trace

all three of them had varying degrees