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.

side, Wilmot Wainwright and the white-haired old man were already engaged in battle with Bessie. Similarly, they had chosen a different location, each channeling their full power. All three combatants were at

Wainwright and the white-haired old man, lacking proficiency with weapons, relied on their fists and palms. Their attacks were infused with destructive energy, aimed at the sword beams Explosions echoed in the

you two are capable of forcing me to use it." Bessie replied after taking a moment to catch her

confident in yourself." the white-haired old man said with a faint smile. "I've heard that your 'One Sword, Heaven and Earth' is ranked

he turned to Wilmot and said, "Wainwright, shall we fight together? A

"Agreed!" Wilmot nodded.

them unleashed their auras again, and each activated their most powerful techniques. Wilmot's God-Emperor's Power manifested as an enormous fist, exuding a destructive aura. With a mighty punch, he sent a

a translucent palm could be vaguely seen, surging with energy. Inside the palm, the energy roared, and it seemed ready to break

old man said with a deep voice, and the palm-shaped shockwave sped toward

her trump card. As she moved swiftly, her wrist continued to flip, and in

Sword, Heaven and

cry, the dozen sword beams merged into the illusion of an ancient

Boom!

Wilmot Wainwright's God-Emperor-level fist. After a loud bang, the fist

illusory palm struck heavily against the illusion of Bessie's ancient sword. After the clash with Wilmot's attack, the energy of the illusionary ancient sword had already been greatly diminished, and it couldn't withstand the white-haired elder's attack. After a loud bang, both the illusionary ancient sword and

coming to a stop, while the white-haired elder was pushed back about twenty to thirty steps, with a faint trace of blood at the corner of his

three of them had varying degrees