I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

In this confrontation, Vincent was acutely aware that this entity's power might surpass even the cataclysmic-tier.

If it were merely at that level, he wouldn't find it so challenging to counter.

Moreover, there was another crucial aspect; it seemed that the creature also possessed some other form of power—could this be the divine power John spoke of?

To be honest, Vincent had never believed in such things, considering them mere tools for deception.

Yet now, he was actually witnessing something unusual that he had never seen before on this person.

Moreover, he could feel that any negative emotions seemed to be absorbed by this entity.

What kind of vile thing was this?

As he thought about this, a look of disgust appeared on Vincent's face.

John, clearly observing everything, couldn't help but smile a little.

"This thing isn't as simple as you think. It can absorb people's negative emotions, and if you're near it, it will also suck your blood and your energy," he explained.

"This being might truly have received its power from what it calls its 'god,' so I think we should be very cautious. We wouldn't want any unpleasant surprises to happen unexpectedly."

When Vincent heard what John had said, his expression mirrored the grimness.

He felt that such entities should not exist in this world; they were simply too vile.

He involuntarily took a deep breath and then pulled out a gun.

The trio opposite him tensed visibly at the sight of the gun in Vincent's hand, their breathing becoming erratic.

It was a fear that stemmed from the depths of their souls.

They all knew how formidable Vincent was, aware of the extent of his power—this was not an adversary ordinary people could contend with.

But they were no longer ordinary; they were the Godson!

With this in mind, they clenched their teeth, struggling not to show any signs of fear, for showing fear would mean they were unworthy of being called Godson.

Their facial expressions began to change, and the white mist in the air thickened, as if foreshadowing something ominous.

John and the others understood that if they became increasingly fearful and anxious, it would only enhance the opponent's power.

Thus, they had to diligently control their emotions, ensuring there was not the slightest trace of fear, as this would significantly empower the enemy.

However, fear is inherently rooted in the unknown, and in the face of such situations, it's impossible to guarantee that one's emotions will remain stable.

They could only strive to do their best; that was the most complete and vigorous effort they could make.

"Daring to challenge the Godson? Then I will show you what true divine power is!"

The two were now unlocking something deeper within themselves, understanding that whatever was spoken by this being was far from simple.

But they also had to brace themselves, for no one knew what might come next.

The green and white entities in the air were becoming increasingly dense, as if they were about to completely bind them the next moment.

At this time, John was acutely aware of the nauseating power in the air growing stronger.

No, this couldn't continue.

If there were to be any further complications, things would change drastically.

The two exchanged glances and activated their most potent shields, effectively enveloping themselves in protection.

Meanwhile, Vincent didn't hesitate but fired a shot directly towards Alex.

The power of the gunshot made everyone gasp, as the bullet, though incredibly fast, seemed to move in slow motion.

A trail tore through the air, and they could distinctly see the trajectory of the bullet.

This energy was unlike anything they had seen before.

What was going on? Had Vincent grown even stronger during this time?

They all had a question mark in their minds, but regardless, if Vincent was stronger than their adversary, it was undoubtedly a good thing.

Silver Tear, on the other hand, was in turmoil, feeling panicked yet powerless.

After all, this situation was inherently complex for them.

The white entities in the air were growing larger, and eventually, their breathing became labored.

They could no longer see what was happening on the other side, nor could they discern the current layout.

They could only stand back-to-back, stationary, fearing the emergence of something else.

Anything appearing in this place felt off to them, as the entire situation was just too unsettling.

Both of their hearts were nearly in their throats, but ultimately, they managed to restrain themselves, though it seemed that things might change for them.

Alex's three faces were becoming increasingly distorted, each scream emitting different puffs of white mist.

John felt an inexplicable power beginning to surge within him, contending with these forces.

Silver Tear and the others were finding it increasingly difficult to breathe, eventually losing control and fainting.

However, John remained as before, with no apparent difference, still maintaining his composed demeanor.

Vincent watched John silently, suspecting that things were not as simple as he had thought.

Yet, seeing John still so composed, managing to resolve these issues and even seeming to withstand them effortlessly, he couldn't help but be surprised.

It appeared that John was indeed much stronger than Silver Tear and the others, even surpassing Vincent's own expectations.

With this realization, things seemed different; perhaps he might indeed witness something extraordinary in John.

The three faces on Alex's body began to scream, seemingly enduring immense pain.

John remained silent but his mind was already forming new ideas.

He noticed that the three faces were involuntarily distorting in unison, as if holding back severe agony, which logically, they shouldn't be experiencing.

Yet, their current suffering suggested there were elements at play that he was unaware of.

He exchanged a glance with Vincent, both sensing a prime opportunity to perhaps break through this situation.

Although Vincent was fearless, facing such a vile entity without a clear way to counter it still caused some irritation in him.

"You all must die here today," he declared.

As he shouted, his eyes suddenly widened in shock—the next second, Vincent's bullet had struck him right between the eyes!

They had thought their physical resilience was enough to withstand the bullet, but they were wrong.

Uncontrollably, their bodies were flung backward several meters.