Chapter 855 The Real G.o.d Of The Battlefield

Suddenly, the blood sphere collapsed, and the blood swirling around the guy started spreading out into another pool. There were now two puddles, one around Jonathan and another next to him, both emitting strong auras.

And before Liam could wonder what was happening, a tall figure stepped out of the second blood puddle.

It was a woman, and she was made of blood completely from top to bottom. She was tall, almost three times Liam's size, and emitted an aura that was extremely powerful, perhaps even comparable to the old elf back in the game.

Liam was not sure if he could actually face an attack from this being. He might be able to survive for a few seconds at the most by evading and using other tricks.

How did this guy even get his hands on a skill like this?

As he watched this unexpected scene happen and the tired smile on Jonathan's face, who was now once again visible, Liam's brain quickly whirred alive.

Coincidentally, he came to the same conclusion Jonathan did.

The blood woman was clearly a summon and a very powerful one at that, so instead of attacking her or fleeing away from her in fear, Liam dashed forward straight toward her.

As the figure shrouded in blood started materializing blood-red beams that fired at him one after the other, he pushed his agility to the extreme and zig-zagged towards her.

However, this was easier said than done.

Each one of the hits from the blood summon was heavy and loaded. When they landed on the ground, boom! The ground shattered on the impact, and dust and debris flew everywhere.

Liam gritted his teeth and continued pus.h.i.+ng forward. He was almost there. He just needed to persist for another second.

Seeing him come closer and closer, Jonathan also snorted and swung his blood-red sword down towards Liam, sending several sword beams.

"How are you going to avoid the attacks now, b.i.t.c.h!" His arrogant laughter rang loudly amidst the booms from the attack of the blood summon.

"You are right. I can't." Liam's face, which was tensed up until now, suddenly changed. Why were these idiot's attacks so strong that he was struggling to face them?

It was because they were on a battlefield. However, he was not the only one who was strong on the battlefield.

The other party had revealed all the cards on his side, but Liam also had some more cards left. In fact, on every battlefield, he had this trump card.

Hong! He used his black dragon sword to block the few attacks of the blood-red sword and then puffed his chest as he started inhaling something deeply.

And it wasn't air.

Liam was inhaling the hundreds of souls lingering on the battlefield!

The moment he saw the blood summon, Liam already knew that he had to resort to this. He commanded the hundreds of vampire souls that were dying left and right, thanks to his minions.

Their blood might have been used up by Jonathan, but their souls were still his to command. He instinctively absorbed the souls and started collecting them all around him.

The last time he had used this particular skill was back inside the game, but the feeling was still crystal clear in his memory.

He condensed the several souls wailing in agony, ignoring the mental pressure that a.s.saulted him at the same time. He then forged them into a barrier just in time to reflect the barrage of blood beams from Jonathan's summon.

Liam ignored the familiar system notification and continued sprinting forward at full speed. After all, he was not learning this skill for the first time. It would be more accurate to say that he was relearning it.

Jonathan's eyes widened in shock as he couldn't understand what just happened and was once again stupified by Liam's actions.

He clutched his sword tightly as his heart was beating madly. Liam was almost right in front of him.

He looked at his summon with a mad craze in his eyes as if he could feel his death drawing closer and closer to him.

"KILL HIM! KILL HIM! KILL HIM!" He shouted.

The blood summon obeyed him as she started to attack Liam more furiously. She appeared in front of Jonathan, blocking Liam's path.

However, all of a sudden, Liam was not alone. More specifically, there were three Liams.

As he reached Jonathan, Liam undid the soul s.h.i.+eld and activated his illusionary footwork technique to split himself into three images.

The blood summon managed to deal with two of the images in the span of a second, but the real Liam appeared behind Jonathan and slashed down at him with all of his might.

He knew that he had only bought a second, but that was enough for him.

"FIRESLAs.h.!.+"

Several ripples of burning flames erupted, mixed in with sword beams and flew towards Jonathan.

The guy's face paled. He hurriedly waved his blood-red sword like a maniac, trying to block the attacks at the last second, but when compared to Liam, he looked like a kid shaking his stick up and down to chase a fly.

He even tried to erect another blood barrier, but a single sword beam was enough to shatter it completely.

How could a mere level twenty or thirty block the attack of a level 80 monster?

Liam was counting on this. Though his attacks had not broken the barrier earlier, he could tell that it was because of the spell he was chanting and not because of Jonathan himself.

But now that the spell was already cast, he should still not be that powerful.

And just as he expected, no matter how many barriers he erected, they weren't enough. They shattered and disappeared as soon as they went up, revealing the shocked expression on the blonde man's face.

He gaped at Liam in shock, wondering why his summon hadn't killed the guy yet. However, before he could finish his thought, Liam's next slash landed, and Jonathan found himself falling to the ground, his body limp and lifeless.