Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God Chapter 1944 - 914: Hammerfall Strike Technique Rivaling Leg

Fortunately, they were not the only ones feeling awkward.

The situation for the Death Screars was even more awkward. Like most spiritual bodies, they tend to lean towards necromancers. When their corresponding spell-like abilities were restrained, they were like toothless tigers, unable to break through the defenses of the Six-ard Snake Demon and the Berserk Wind.

Gaven was unwilling for the Shadow Army to be stalled by the outer defensive forces, so he decisively took action.

He jumped straight out from Jin Baiwan. In the whirlwind, a faint outline of a Giant’s skull could be seen, which belonged to the Nether Flyer temporarily borrowed from Philancy.

Due to the Soul Totem of the Half-Plane of Fear not being completely removed, Philancy was unable to participate in this raid.

The War Ravager slamd heavily onto the skull of the Death Screar confronting Jin Baiwan.

Ow!

The Death Screar let out an involuntary scream filled with endless despair and fear. He sensed a lethal threat because the warhamr contained suppressing power.

It wasn’t the kind of dissolution by positive energy, but a force that directly shook the foundation of their existence.

What terrified the Death Screar even more was the realization that when he was locked onto by the black, red, and gold interwoven warhamr, he entered into a stunned and trembling state, uncontrollably shaking from inside out.

This sensation was incredibly unfamiliar, as the undead should not be affected by such negative states; they only use such states to dominate life and death over others.

This was clearly not normal.

It was the mastery and suppression from the Undead Divine Power over undead creatures.

And to be caught in a stunned and trembling state at this mont was absolutely fatal.

The War Ravager, in its dium-sized form, was rely a light weapon in Gaven’s giant-state hand, with extrely fast attack speed.

This ti, it wasn’t the weight of the War Ravager being used, but its undead divinity strength to suppress undead, making attack speed more crucial.

Crunch!

The War Ravager directly hit the head of the Death Screar, producing a sound like bones cracking, as shadow power surged out and continuously poured into the Death Screar’s body.

The Death Screar died but hadn’t truly perished.

Because the strength within his body was no longer his own and was replaced by the shadow power from Weizemay Manor, becoming part of the Shadow Army.

Any Death Screar targeted by Gaven didn’t even attempt to flee, including the High-level Death Screar, except it took one more hit than the ordinary Death Screar.

The final result was the sa for all.

This skirmish only lasted three minutes.

Ended with the complete annihilation of the Death Screars.

Even more unnerving for the Shadow Thieves of the Shadow Master Guild was that the forr defenders turned into the enemy’s Vanguard Army and joined the Shadow Army, storming toward Shadow Nest.

"It’s the believers of Lady Strategy. Not only have they desecrated the glory of my lord, but they also stole his power. My lord commands us to hinder them; my lord will co personally to deal with this damn blaspher and reclaim his rightful power.

Everyone hold your position; we must not allow them to breach the Shadow Shield."

Massive humanoid shadows appeared above Shadow Nest. Beneath each humanoid shadow stood a person completely enveloped by shadow, totaling twelve.

They were the core existence of the Shadow Master Guild—Shadow Masters.

In every spot occupied by a Shadow Master, a massive Shadow Tower was rising visibly, connecting to form a giant magic array.

The surrounding shadows ca alive, forming a thick shadow shield that engulfed Shadow Nest.

Those Death Screars did not die in vain; at least, they bought ti for these Shadow Masters to raise the shield.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Shadow Army rushed to the Shadow Shield, unleashing a frenzy of attacks. Shadow power slashed wildly, but in the next second, new shadow power gathered from all directions, replenishing the Shadow Shield.

"Don’t waste your effort. This is the Shadow Plane; shadows are everywhere. This is our domain. Even if you find us, there is nothing you can do.

If you are wise enough, accept our peace treaty. You might have a chance to preserve yourself.

Persist in your ignorance, and when my lord arrives, you will face the obliteration of your divine soul." The leading Shadow Master coldly advised to surrender.

Gaven responded with a smile: "I hope you remain this confident later."

He didn’t waste words with them, uninterested even in the Shadow Master leader’s peace treaty, surely about returning the Lord of Shadow’s divine nature incarnation, Tavelan City’s ownership, and war compensations, and other unequal agreents.

If he were to retreat due to a small Shadow Shield, he’d be better off quitting since much tougher challenges were as nurous as cattle.

"Kurgor, Ophelia, guard." Gaven spread his Dragon Wings and flew towards the sky above Shadow Castle first.

Not only did the Shadow Giant Dragon and Six-ard Snake Demon follow closely behind, but the Berserk Wind also joined the fray, wildly dancing along.

They didn’t fly too high, stopping around a kiloter up.

This height was enough; any higher had no great significance and made it challenging to lock onto targets.