Sacrifice's Rise: I Became Invincible After Entering Godslayer Temple

The little werewolf Sylar standing before John had been transformed into something resembling the living dead. 

His eyes were void of pupils, a solid pale white. 

John sighed internally. 

As expected, it was just as he had guessed. 

The moment Sylar unwittingly entered the Twisted Grove 20 years ago, he had become prey for the Abyssal Mist.

"Human, I have honored my word and brought the werewolf here. Shouldn't you answer my question in return?" The voice of "Beyvis" gradually grew shrill. 

It was clearly running out of patience. 

Creatures of the Abyss were always like this: unpredictable and inherently violent. 

Even the collective consciousness like the Abyssal Mist found it hard to maintain shrewdness for long.

After considering it, John nonchalantly said, "My identity is not for you to know. You are merely a vassal of the Demon clan. Given that the Abyssal royal family has dispatched you to guard this place, I presume they have assigned you an important task. Don't let your curiosity be the end of you."

His words were laced with unmistakable contempt.

Yet, "Beyvis" oddly didn't fly into a rage. 

Instead, it fell silent. 

Clearly, this creature knew that no matter why this human bore the aura of the Abyssal Royal family, it was not its place to question. 

The Abyssal Mist indeed held many enigmatic capabilities. 

It was able to surreptitiously turn the Corrupted Dragon Beyvis into its puppet.

Yet, when faced with the Demon Clan, all its tricks were as futile as a mirage. 

When thinking of the power of the Demon elite in the Abyss, "Beyvis" couldn't help but tremble. 

This was the overwhelming pressure from a superior entity. 

A lord like itself could only ever bow before the rule of the Demons.

John extended a hand, pointing at Sylar, the little werewolf standing not too far away. 

"I need to take this werewolf with me. You'd better withdraw the Abyssal Mist from him." 

"Beyvis", thoroughly vexed, retorted, "Even if I do, he can't possibly survive. Without my energy sustaining him, he will only turn into a pile of putrid meat." 

John shook his head, "That's not my concern. I must take him away, dead or alive."

"Beyvis"'s dark vertical pupils underwent several changes. 

Never before had someone dared to make such audacious demands of it, and it felt deeply insulted. 

Its innate violence was on the brink of breaking loose. 

But, glancing at John's smirking expression, it forcefully quelled its urge to attack. 

It was evident this human was looking forward to its retaliation. 

"Beyvis" detected not a shred of fear from him, only a readiness to fight.

After a long while, "Beyvis" sighed. 

The black smoke curling around little werewolf Sylar suddenly churned, then gathered together. 

With a sharp inhale from "Beyvis", the smoke formed into two pillars, and went straight up its nostrils. 

The moment the black smoke left, Sylar seemed to lose all strength, falling directly to the ground. 

His body started to decompose at an alarming rate, quickly resembling a long-dead corpse.

John turned his head and motioned to Adam and the others. 

Adam quickly caught on. 

At his cue, a water-element mage stepped forward and cast a simple freeze spell on the corpse. 

The water elements in the air began to solidify into ice, encapsulating Sylar's body tightly. 

They had no choice, without the freeze spell, Sylar would soon be nothing but a skeleton. 

Adam personally came forward, placing the frozen corpse into his backpack. 

Only then did everyone quietly breathe a sigh of relief.

Finally, they completed the side quest. 

They could not stay here for another moment, with both the Corrupted Dragon Beyvis and the even more eerie Abyssal Mist imposing a tremendous mental strain. 

These two Lord-level monsters were simply beyond their means. 

If it weren't for John standing at the forefront, they would have already fled in panic.

Emma tip-toed behind John, lightly tugging on his cloak. 

"Johnny, we've completed the mission now. Let's leave ASAP…" 

Although this girl didn't understand the conversation between John and "Beyvis", she could still sense the tense vibe hanging in the air. 

While she had unwavering faith in John, the overwhelming presence of this hundreds of meters long behemoth was indeed daunting. 

Emma didn't know if John could defeat this grotesque lizard, and she was concerned that her beloved man might get hurt.

Because the God's Protection anchor point was on Emma, Adam and the others had to follow her to John's side. 

When John turned around, everyone seemed impatient to leave, clearly full of apprehension towards "Beyvis" atop its high perch. 

John gave a faint smile and said in a casual tone, "Congrats on saving your skin. Since you're being so cooperative, we'll be taking our leave now…"

John led the group back the way they came, leaving his back exposed to "Beyvis". 

He seemed to be unbothered by the possibility of an attack from behind. 

"Beyvis" remained sprawled on its pile of treasure, its huge vertical pupils fixed on John's retreating figure. 

But even when John was about to disappear into the cave, it did not dare launch an attack.

As John's figure was about to vanish from "Beyvis"'s sight, the creature finally spoke, "Human, do you realize that by killing the Shadowcrawler Matriarch, you've disrupted the grand plan of the Abyss? From now on, you're an enemy to all creatures of the Abyss…" 

John didn't pause, nor did he bother turning his head. 

"Don't think the Abyss is invincible. If you really have the guts, cross the barrier of Sunset Mountain first, then we can talk big."

With that, John and the others left without a backward glance. 

Long after, "Beyvis"'s eyes remained pitch black. 

Only when it sensed that John and his party had completely left Cholera Land did the darkness recede, and its pupils return to their golden hue. 

Beyvis roared, ready to stand, but suddenly realized that the creatures who had just been talking with it had vanished without a trace, beyond even its sense of consciousness. 

Swinging its head in confusion, it couldn't fathom what had just happened. 

Lowering its gaze, it found that none of its treasures beneath it had been taken.

Only then did it settle back down, entering the comforting realms of sleep once more. 

Within the depths of Corrupted Dragon Beyvis's mind, a cloud of black smoke clung tightly around its brain core, and a sigh faintly echoed. 

"It seems necessary to re-establish communication with the Abyss. The royal bloodline is not to be trifled with, and yet a human can emit a royal aura. This is a serious matter..." A murmur echoed from the black mist, laced with shock and a sense of lingering dread. 

Despite the voice resonating in its mind, the slumbering Beyvis remained completely oblivious...

Outside Cholera Land, the party hurried along, no one uttering a single word. 

The entire group moved as if they were being chased by a malevolent specter, their pace frantic.

It wasn't until they were well out of Cholera Land's boundaries that some of them quietly let out sighs of relief. 

It seemed that the ferocious Corrupted Dragon had indeed allowed them to leave so effortlessly. 

Who would have thought that a game boss could be so agreeable, staying true to its word of not attacking?

Thinking about this, they all turned their gazes towards John at the head of the group. 

Every pair of eyes was filled with admiration. 

This man had stood as an equal before a gigantic dragon, conversing with such a boss-level creature with a dismissive attitude, even casually asking it for something. 

What kind of strength was needed to accomplish such a feat?

The group, already quite curious about John, found their respect for him growing. 

Especially the female players in the group. 

Their looks at John began to carry something more. 

Jeanne, the strongest assassin-class player in the Genesis Guild and also the most attractive female player in this high-level squad, was a famous "rose with thorns". 

Quite renowned server-wide.

At that moment, she was twirling a dagger in her hands while examining John intently. 

Her beautiful eyes reflected John's back, seeming almost enchantingly bewitching... 

Jeanne suddenly stuck out her tongue, licking her red lips. 

Then, swaying her slender waist, she pushed past everyone else, strutting over to John's side.

"Hello, skilled player. I'm Jeanne, an assassin-class player," Jeanne's voice was enticing, purring like a kitten. 

John turned his head in surprise to see Jeanne smiling sweetly at him, looking like an innocent young girl. 

John returned the smile politely, "Hello, I'm Galewind. Can I help you with something?"

The smile on Jeanne's face grew even sweeter. 

She cooed, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I have many questions that I hope Galewind can help me with." 

John was taken aback internally, but showed no signs of surprise on the outside. 

"Feel free to ask…"