Apotheosis

Maurice let out a long sigh. He wasn't that old. According to the calendar of the Sea God Continent, he was only about sixty years old, which was extremely young for a martial artist.

However, with this sigh, he seemed to have become much older.

Zen looked at Maurice and said coldly, "You haven't answered me yet. Do you have a bad memory?"

Hearing Zen's words, many of the ogre top-level war lords revealed expressions of fear.

Before, Zen had said that he would kill any ogre he saw in the Tower of Sin. Was he really going to fulfill this promise?

Maurice hesitated for a moment before saying, "We'll leave now."

"Leave?" As Zen pointed at the corpses on the ground, a cold smile appeared on his face. "You want to leave after killing top-level war lords of our human race?"

Maurice snorted, "What else do you want? Even if you control the Tower of Sin, you can't afford to offend the Flaming Ogre Sacred Place and the Dread Ogre Sacred Place!"

Zen burst out into a fit of violent laughter, but there wasn't the slightest trace of a smile in his eyes; there was only the intent to kill. "The Flaming Ogre Sacred Place and the Dread Ogre Sacred Place? Do you think I'm afraid of them?"

Just as Zen was about to make his move, Esther stopped him. "Zen, how about we let them go?"

The top-level war lords in front of them could be considered the backbone of the ogres. They would become war sages and even Soul Sea Realm masters in the future. If Zen killed them all, it would be a heavy blow to their sacred places.

Moreover, this was tantamount to offending the ogres. Esther took the overall situation into consideration. If Zen really forced the ogres in the Flaming Ogre Sacred Place and the Dread Ogre Sacred Place into a corner, then there was a high chance that the Purple Heart Sacred Place of the humans would be razed to the ground.

"I know what you're thinking," Zen said to Esther. "But today, all the ogres have to die!"

After he finished speaking, he jumped down from the stairs and sped toward Maurice.

"You dare?" An ogre top-level war lord could no longer hold back and rushed toward Zen. As he charged forward, the forceful energy within his body erupted.

Zen waved his finger gently, and an invisible force instantly enveloped his opponent. Then, everyone heard the sound of cloth tearing.

"Ahhh!"

The ogre top-level war lord was soon torn into pieces, his brown blood splashing all over the ground.

"I'll offer your bodies to the Tower of Sin as sacrifices!" Zen's face was ferocious and his entire body was b

senses to slowly investigate his surroundings.

After a few moments, he sneered. He took out a top-grade sacred long sword from his space ring and slowly approached in a certain direction.

Fabian, Esther, and the others exchanged glances. Had Zen really discovered something?

All of a sudden, a burly figure appeared from the side of the Tower of Sin. Maurice had been hiding there.

"Zen, since you want to die, die with me!" Maurice roared.

There was a dazzling flash of light above his head. Maurice had unexpectedly chosen to burn his spiritual altars!

A martial artist that cultivated the life vitality system could cause his belly to explode and fight to the death with his opponent. A body refiner, on the other hand, could burn his own spiritual altars. If he chose to do so, the power of the forceful energy released would be appalling.

However, this choice was irreversible. Once the spiritual altar was burned, it couldn't be rebuilt.

As a body refiner, Maurice had already had three spiritual altars. The power released by the burning of the spiritual altars was truly great. Although Zen continued to look indifferent, Esther and the rest all had a drastic change in expression.

"Attack him!"

Esther, Fabian, Jarrod, Yolande, and Lavender launched an attack at the same time.

Esther's strength alone was on par with Maurice's, but since Maurice had chosen to burn his spiritual altars, his aura and strength had increased exponentially. He was now so powerful that he could singlehandedly resist all of their attacks.

"Don't kid yourselves! You can't resist me!" As Maurice roared, a dense stream of fist radiance shot out from his hand. It was as if no one could stop him!