Zongwang: Unspeakable fear!

Lin Feng's head flew off, his eyes filled with shock and resentment, and in those resentful eyes were crisscrossing cracks.

That was the outward manifestation of true damage inflicted on the soul. The terrifying true damage in Gao Yang's sword directly shattered Lin Feng's soul, rendering his prepared methods of resurrection useless.

This was something Lin Feng never expected, and by the time he realized it, it was too late.

The sword energy, like a waterfall, swept over Lin Feng's headless body.

As the sword light dissipated, Lin Feng's body also vanished into the air.

Gao Yang held Yongyao in his hand, watching the other's head fall limply from the air, and shook his head with great regret.

This person is not weak, but the gap between him and him is still too huge. Not to mention the advantage of his unique specialty, even the most basic attributes are far behind.

Gao Yang estimated that Lin Feng's main attribute was only around 40 or 41 points. Although it was already extremely powerful, it was far inferior to Gao Yang's.

Currently, his main attributes alone are over 40, and his willpower attribute is as high as 45 points. In addition, with the 1.25x attribute boost from a series of legendary profession specializations of the unique war god, all his main attributes are around 50 points in battle.

Even disregarding other boosts, the sheer dominance in attributes alone is something a genius like Lin Feng could never overcome.

At this level of disparity, battles often end in an instant.

After killing Lin Feng with a single sword strike, Gao Yang did not sit down again. His body disappeared from the sight of the newly arrived legends, and then reappeared beside the nearest legend.

Since we're already here, let's deal with these people first, so we don't have to leave again later.

A moment later, Gao Yang returned to his original spot and sat down cross-legged.

On the entire blood-red land, he had pressed all the corpses into the soil.

He had no intention of destroying the evidence, but he couldn't just leave over a hundred legendary corpses exposed on this blood-red plain.

Too many deaths will instill fear and cause those who would otherwise come here to give up the idea.

After this round of killing, he finally accumulated ten attribute fragments.

[Constitution Fragments: 14; Agility Fragments: 12]

Without the slightest hesitation, Gao Yang directly refined and fused the fragments of the two attributes.

More than ten minutes later, a Constitution Gem and an Agility Gem appeared in Gao Yang's hands.

He looked up at the blood-red sky, then sensed the legends who had reappeared in the Immortal Execution Sword Domain. Without hesitation, he wrapped the two attribute gems in his hand with his battle qi and began to refine them.

This place has been cleared out in a short time, and those newly arrived legends will not come to test the waters so quickly. This amount of time is enough for him to complete the refinement of these two attribute gems.

As he expected, half an hour later, Gao Yang opened his eyes and the attribute gem in his hand had disappeared.

Constitution: 43→44, Agility: 35→36

With his attributes boosted once again, Gao Yang looked into the distance, his eyes shining with anticipation.

In less than a day, his attributes had already increased by two points. At this rate, his attributes could even double in the next twenty-nine days.

However, he only thought about it, since the drop rate of attribute fragments was only 17%. Based on the number of three thousand legendary figures, the total number of attribute fragments he could obtain would be around five hundred.

If converted into attribute points, that's fifty legendary attribute points.

However, we also need to remove the secondary attributes that are less useful to him. Intelligence and Perception are even unusable because he hasn't broken through the legendary attribute limit, even if he obtains attribute gems.

The fifty legendary attribute points are evenly distributed among the six major attributes, with each attribute averaging around eight points.

Gao Yang lowered his gaze and looked at the ground in front of him.

Let alone an increase of eight points in each of the Strength, Constitution, and Agility attributes, even an increase of four points in each attribute, or even an increase of eight points in total, would be a tremendous improvement for him.

The attributes of the network are improved, but for every point added, the improvement is halved from the original level.

If all eight attribute points were put into the strength attribute, his strength would increase by a full 25 times!
His power is already devastating; if it were increased 25 times, he might be able to threaten powerful gods with his physical body alone.

Because his power is not just physical strength, but also high enough in terms of physical potential and physical physique.

"Hurry up, this storm might get even more violent."

Gao Yang gazed into the distance, a strange light flickering in his clear black and white eyes.

He wanted to make the storm even more intense, and he wanted to attract more legendary beings to this place.

Perhaps, among these arriving beings, there will be members of the pantheon.

No, not maybe, but definitely!
The members of the Gods' Guild possess a variety of unique specialties, which make them far more powerful than ordinary players on the cross-network. This formidable combat power brings with it a strong sense of confidence, which makes them believe they can solve any problem.

To the members of the Pantheon who knew his background, his actions were tantamount to declaring to them: I am here, come and kill me if you dare.

Perhaps high-ranking members of the Pantheon like Blood God wouldn't directly intervene, but the Pantheon members who follow their will would definitely not let this opportunity pass.

It's not just about showing off in front of higher-ups; more realistically, killing him would grant access to a unique expertise, and likely more than one.

With this thought in mind, Gao Yang opened his right hand, and a blood-red crystal appeared in his palm, which was the crystallization of the source of life.

With a slight lift of his hand, the crystal of life essence flew to the top of his head, hovering quietly above the contract scroll, facing the magic crystal gem mountain on the other side.

This was not the end. With the appearance of the first crystal of life essence, one after another, blood-red crystals flew out of Gao Yang's hand. In the blink of an eye, a total of one hundred crystals of life essence gathered above the contract, emitting a life fluctuation so dense that it could not be dissolved.

Such life fluctuations are so vibrant that, for legendary powerhouses in their youth and prime, they can only be described as rare treasures.

But for those legendary figures in their twilight years with little time left, this vibrant pulse of life is like a deadly poppy.

This allure was even more deadly than the faintly glowing rhombus-shaped divine core at the top of the scroll.

After all, most of the legendary figures who lived to the end of their lives were basically unaware of the secret that faith can be toxic.

For these legendary figures who lived to the very end, becoming a god was not the ultimate goal. But if it meant extending their lifespan, no one would refuse.

Those elderly legends who came to the battlefield were those whose lifespans were nearing their end, but who were unwilling to die, so they came to seize godhood.

But now, Gao Yang has given them a better option.

The Life Essence Crystals haven't been around for very long, but their spread has been incredibly fast. Even if someone hasn't heard of them, once they bring out so many Life Essence Crystals, the legendary figures present will naturally know what these crimson crystals are.

The crimson light shone even brighter than the blood-red sky, making the entire land appear even more bloody.

The legends who were watching from afar were taken aback when they saw the newly appeared crimson crystal above Gao Yang's head. They then recognized what the crimson crystal was.

Their gaze fell on the neatly arranged pile of blood-red crystals, and after a moment, they lowered their gaze to the face of the man sitting cross-legged on the ground, his expression as calm as still water.

After a moment, a five-meter-tall minotaur with muscular muscles grinded his teeth back and forth, then turned and walked away with his great axe, saying as he went, "Madman, let whoever wants to get involved in this kind of thing get involved. I have no interest in it."

The minotaur's retreating action was noticed by many legends. Not far from the minotaur, a werewolf standing upright bared his teeth and asked him, "Mad King, are you giving up already?"

The minotaur stopped in his tracks, his massive head twisting as he stared intently at the werewolf who had spoken earlier. His two horns, pointing skyward, gleamed with a blinding cold light: "You little wolf cub of the Wogu family, even your ancestor would have to call me 'Grandpa'."

Remember next time, when you see me, call me "Ancestor Cow," otherwise...

The moment the minotaur uttered those words, his massive body crashed through space and appeared before the werewolf. His crimson bull-like eyes stared down at the werewolf, and his gaping maw revealed two rows of gleaming, cold teeth.

The werewolf narrowed his eyes and looked up to meet the gaze of the minotaur who had almost completely enveloped him.

"This old man doesn't mind having a little treat."

After the minotaur finished speaking, he shouldered his wheel-shaped axe and disappeared quickly into the horizon, one step at a time.

The departure of the Minotaur, known as the "Mad King," did not trigger a herd mentality; the other legends remained in place, their eyes gleaming with eager anticipation.

If some of them initially came here with a try-it-out mentality, that mentality has now completely disappeared, replaced by naked greed and possessiveness.

But no one made the first move; no one was a fool. Nearly two days had passed since they received the news and arrived at the location.

In the past two days, legendary powerhouses must have arrived here, but the final result is that the initiator of this opportunity to become a god is still sitting there in good health, while those legendary powerhouses who arrived have disappeared without a trace.

What happened during that time is not hard to guess.

Another half day passed, and the number of legendary figures who had arrived at this place had exceeded fifty.

Of course, this is only what's in the open. There are many legends hiding in the shadows, spying on this place through various means.

Gao Yang didn't care about these so-called spyings. As far as he was concerned, as long as they didn't step into the fifty-kilometer range he had set, they were not on his kill list.

The minotaur who left earlier was in this situation; he entered his Immortal Execution Sword Domain, but did not enter his 50-kilometer attack range.

For legends of their caliber, fifty kilometers is equivalent to a hundred meters for an ordinary person, which falls within their attack range.

The other party turned and left in time, and Gao Yang naturally did not stop him.

Just as Gao Yang was preparing to cultivate, an old figure suddenly stepped into the attack range he had set.

Sensing this, Gao Yang opened his eyes and "looked" at the other person.

It was an old man with an enormous frame, estimated to be about 2.5 meters tall. However, the old man's body was loose and almost skin and bones. His face was covered with brown and black age spots. His breath was turbid and his hair was gray. But his eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky.

Without a doubt, this was an old monster, an old monster who had reached the end of his life and was almost completely extinct.

After the other party stepped into the attack range, he did not rush to move forward. Instead, he opened his mouth and said slowly, "Since you are unwilling to make the first move, then let the old man give it a try."

The old man wasn't interested in becoming a god; he was rather nostalgic for this bustling world, where the crystallized essence of life was a rare and precious thing.

The old man's voice was soft, but exceptionally firm; it could be heard by all living beings within hundreds of miles.

"Since the old man has spoken, we should naturally respect his opinion."

After the old man's voice faded, a moment later, a sound of unknown origin echoed across the battlefield.

The old man's sagging face twitched, revealing a smile that could terrify a child.

Like an ordinary old man, he took a single step and traversed fifty kilometers to reach Gao Yang.

He stood in front of Gao Yang, looked him up and down, and said with great admiration, "What a young man you are."

"Young man, how about we make a deal? You sell me a few Life Essence Crystals," the old man said, turning and leaving immediately.

Gao Yang looked at the old man in front of him, but did not answer. He simply stood up slowly.

Once he had fully stood up, he looked at the old man in front of him and calmly said, "There's no need for you to go to all this trouble, old man. Just kill me, and all of this is yours."

"Young man, aren't you afraid this old man will beat you to death?"

Upon hearing this, the old man asked with a smile. It would have been better if he hadn't smiled, because his face was covered in wrinkles, and between the crisscrossing lines, the face of a demon slowly emerged, which was extremely terrifying.

Gao Yang clenched his fist, and Yongyao appeared. He looked at the old man opposite him and said, "How will you know if you don't try?"

Boom!
The earth trembled, and deep, bottomless cracks appeared in the ground within a radius of ten thousand meters. Blood that had been seeping into the soil shot into the sky. The old man's body radiated a dark light, and under the illumination of the blood-red sky, his muscles, which were so full they seemed about to burst, shimmered with a luster.

He held a warhammer in his right hand, and the commotion just now was caused by the clash between the warhammer and the greatsword.

Gao Yang held his sword in one hand and steadily caught the old man's sudden hammer blow without even changing his expression.

The old man's eyes were completely black. Seeing this, he swung his hammer again, aiming it at Gao Yang's head.

Every move he made was devoid of any human warmth; all that remained was a power boiling over at its peak and an intent to destroy.

clang!clang!clang!
After three deafening roars, the warhammer crashed to the ground. (End of Chapter)