Chapter 965: Chapter 965

This is the weapon that Osmond personally carries with him, as he has for thirty years, taking it with him while eating and sleeping, never leaving his side. Before obtaining the "Old Knife," he used this dagger to end the lives of countless enemies.

Regrettably... this knife is not sharp.

The Old Knife signifies "honor" to him.

This knife signifies "initial intention."

The Fourth-Order Creature squinted its eyes, somewhat puzzled...

It couldn’t understand what it was witnessing.

In the laws of the [Old World], the weak should make way for the strong. Thus, when resisting the pupil flames, it doesn’t even need to retreat half a step, as innumerable Bone-winged Creatures naturally flock up to burn for it... However, this law doesn’t seem applicable to the "human race" before it. Clearly, those retreating fugitives just now weren’t as formidable as the old man in front of it.

Why was it that the strong sacrificed for the weak?

It couldn’t understand, nor did it wish to understand.

Following the "higher will," it had only one task...

The Fourth-Order Creature struck mercilessly, smashing the void with a slap!

In this protracted tug-of-war, this human warrior had long exhausted his blood and strength, and the only weapon he could draw was a mediocre, old dagger!

Osmond roared as he drew the knife. Indeed, he had burned out everything, to the point where even his roar from the chest was hoarse, like a sickly, dying lion... But this knife was exceptionally dazzling!

The tearing sound was the sound of the dagger piercing the void, penetrating flesh and blood!

The Fourth-Order Creature’s pupils contracted, incredulously staring at its own palm... That slash just now, strangely breached the sound barrier, piercing through its skin directly; the old, dried-up man in front of it actually squeezed out a sliver of power from the extreme state of exhaustion!

In a fit of rage, it struck again!

Osmond withdrew the knife and struck again!

The second slash still struck stably... After two failures, this Fourth-Order Creature realized this was yet another incomprehensible matter, as the human warrior seemed capable of unleashing power beyond his current state by sheer will!

It let out a painful and sharp wail!

The "High-level Beings" wandering above the Nether River, responsible for commanding the Bone-winged Creatures to besiege the first half of the escaping troops, heard this wail, glanced at each other, and seconds later, a second Fourth-Order Creature also dove down... Updates are released by NoveI~Fire.net

A streak of silver light erupted violently.

The second Fourth-Order Creature plummeted, crashing into the riverbed without any extra movements, directly stabbing its long tail fiercely toward Osmond!

The second Fourth-Order Creature’s ambush angle was too sly, and the speed too fast!

Osmond had no time to dodge, and his right shoulder was completely pierced through, bringing about excruciating pain from the torn flesh, making it impossible for him to draw or slash, thus enduring a slap from the previous Fourth-Order Creature.

He coughed up a large mouthful of fresh blood.

This time, his consciousness, no matter how iron-hard, inevitably began to wane.

The Fourth-Order Creature, having been stabbed twice, grew shrill and exhilarated in voice.

It swung its palm down again.

In mid-air, a large hand suddenly reached out from the darkness.

This large hand, with webbed fingers and steel-like bones, crushed the Fourth-Order Creature’s palm directly with a mere clasp!

Then a wisp of darkness spread.

The owner of the large hand unfolded a domain, drawing the two Fourth-Order Creatures into the field... without even a scream escaping, and seconds later, the darkness dissipated, the dissipating field expelling two remaining-bones "deceased."

A hollow-eyed Osmond, blood drained, utterly exhausted, with half of his body limp, strained to raise the independent eye that could still see, trying hard to clearly see the "tall figure" before him...

But his vision grew increasingly blurry.

Only hearing the spiritual sound transmitted from the figure underwater.

"Sorry... Teacher, I came late."

Osmond smiled tiredly, relieved as he fell forward.

Fisher extended his arms, cautiously catching the withered body.

Earlier, when the [Gate] was breached, he already had a foreboding sense of ill omen; the number of Transcendent creatures descending from the [Gate] was simply too many, and the intelligent creatures were probably not just the ones he had seen.

Fisher foresaw the ensuing battle situation.

He understood clearly.

After the [Gate] opens, the fight is only just beginning...

If he wishes to offer his utmost power in this battle, the best approach would be to activate an "Undead" bloodline once, thereby giving false information to the intelligent creatures, while maximizing his strength once.

The bloodline of the [Undead] burns his life.

Fisher lifted his head, gazing expressionlessly at those oblivious Bone-winged Creatures crashing into the Nether River... The reason he was stationed at Deep Scale City along the coast was because of his unparalleled ability in water combat across the entire North Continent.

The [Boundless Abyss] opened once more.

And this time, it’s no longer a simple "ten meters," or "twenty meters."

His domain merges with all the "water" in the world.

Even this Black River brimming with deathly aura still becomes the ideal "medium" for the [Boundless Abyss]!