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Chapter426-All Defeated
John could clearly sense that the power within Vulture was undergoing a distinct transformation.
Initially, there had been inscriptions on Vulture's body, which John knew were responsible for summoning his beasts.
The Panther Tribe, from John's perspective, was inherently weaker than others, relying heavily on their beasts.
But if those beasts were taken away, the situation would be entirely different.
The inscriptions on their bodies would gradually fade until they disappeared completely, rendering them no different from ordinary people.
John hadn't known about this initially; it was only after a casual conversation with the Zebra Tribe's chief that he understood how terrifying the reality truly was.
Without their inscriptions, these people were nothing but useless.
At first, John found this strange, but later he realized it presented an opportunity.
If he could control these elements, the person before him would no longer be just a useless shell in his eyes.
Soon, John assigned tasks to Vincent and the others, which explained why he was alone here, while they were nowhere to be seen.
It wasn't just a matter of his own abilities; part of it was that he now knew Vulture's weakness.
Once he knew the weakness, it would be easier to decide how to deal a lethal blow.
He pondered how to kill them all in one swift strike.
He finally realized that if he could kill all their beasts, they would be done for!
Although this plan seemed a bit ruthless, it was the best choice for their survival.
Only by doing so could they escape and completely defeat their enemies.
Vincent and his group weren't just out for a surprise attack; they had infiltrated the enemy's stronghold and destroyed their altar.
This meant that their enemies could no longer communicate with their beasts, presenting them with a golden, perhaps singular, opportunity.
Meanwhile, at the front, Silver Tear noticed the pained expressions on the faces of the Panther Tribe members.
Their faces contorted with something hidden, their hands trembling, and their connection with their beasts severed.
It was as if they had been liberated, but at the same time, they roared furiously, with some beasts even turning tail and fleeing.
The Zebra Tribe members were dumbfounded by the sight.
They couldn't comprehend what was happening.
He finally understood why the people who came to this world changed so drastically—it was because their power had already been suppressed to a corresponding level!
"No! This can't be happening!"
He tried desperately to clutch his heart, feeling the mysterious power within him slipping away.
He knew that a significant part of his strength came from this mysterious power, which had spared him the need to transform and had granted him tremendous power.
With this power, he had fought John for so long, but without it, what could he do? Was death the only path left for him?
He gritted his teeth, trying to control his emotions and reclaim this power within himself.
But it was futile—the power vanished rapidly, and even his heart began to ache.
John summoned his flying blade, darting forward swiftly.
The blade pierced Vulture's heart with a sickening squelch.
Blood spurted out, drenching John's face and hair.
The pungent smell of blood made John want to vomit, but he couldn't afford to relax.
He twisted the blade deeper, only stepping back when he felt Vulture had lost the ability to resist.
Even though this man had lost his combat ability, John didn't dare let his guard down.
He had to ensure that no trace of his enemy remained—that was the only way to truly win.
These people were consciousnesses that had crossed into this world, which meant that without a physical vessel, they would be expelled.
John knew he would eventually find a way to kill Vulture's true self.
Vulture's eyes widened in horror as the pain in his heart spread, causing his entire body to convulse uncontrollably.
The pain was unbearable, so much so that he could barely breathe.
He couldn't understand why he had suddenly become like this—why had his power faded so quickly? What had this man done to him? He stared at John, desperate to ask questions, but he had no strength left.
He collapsed to the ground, blood trickling from his mouth, and his gaze fixed on John until life left his body.
John finally allowed himself to relax, collapsing to the ground, panting heavily.
It was over—he had finally dealt with this monster.
He had come so close to losing, to being defeated in this fight.