Chapter 85: Going All Out

A pair of broad black wings appeared behind Loren, and a black-gold revolver manifested in his hand.His face bore a frenzied grin as he unleashed a torrent of energy bullets into the swirling dust cloud!

"Boom!" "Boom!"...

Countless energy bullets surged into the dust, indiscriminately attacking the other Superhumans.

To fully immerse himself in this carnival, Loren had deliberately cranked the power of his energy bullets to the maximum.

Every single bullet exploded violently upon contact with any object, its force comparable to artillery shells, setting off wave after wave of shockwaves across the battlefield once more.

The Superhumans struck by these bullets had their hastily erected defensive shields torn apart, their bodies swallowed by the explosions.

The situation descended into even greater chaos.

"Come on, attack me with all you've got!! Let me see your power!!!"

Loren laughed maniacally, his attitude utterly arrogant.

Then, with a light flap of the wings behind him, Loren's figure instantly shot into the billowing dust clouds surrounding him.

The black wings on his back also emitted a faint, flickering glow.

Bathed in the shimmering light of his advancement, Loren abruptly appeared at the very center of the battlefield.

Then, Loren extended his index finger and gave a supremely provocative hooking gesture towards the many Superhumans whose gazes had locked onto him.

With such an audacious and provocative aura, he naturally attracted the attention of the majority of Superhumans present.

A barrage of indiscriminate attacks instantly hurtled towards Loren at high speed.

No one knew which faction Loren belonged to. In any case, as long as he wasn't from their own side, attack was the only answer!

Besides, in this kind of chaotic melee, friend or foe didn't really matter!

Rate of attack was what mattered most!!

Attack was the best defense!!

Who knew if this guy, after advancing, would turn around and attack them next?!!

This was the shared thought of many Superhumans in the hall.

Clearly, under the widespread influence of "Misfortune" and the immense pressure from the ongoing battle, their rationality was beginning to fray.

Accompanying the various attacks were the venting curses of these Superhumans, their stress levels already sky-high.

"You brat!! You're looking for death!!"

"Go to hell!! Arrogant bastard!"

"Wanting to die is simple enough, right? We'll grant your wish right now!!"

Judging by these furious roars that accompanied the attacks, all these Superhumans had fallen into a "frenzied" combat atmosphere, unable to extricate themselves.

Many Superhumans, after dodging an attack from who-knows-where, would casually take a shot at the glowing Loren as they moved.

It couldn't be helped;Loren was just too conspicuous at this moment.

The shimmering light of his advancement, combined with his deliberate, taunting position in the middle of the battlefield.

Loren had successfully gotten his wish, plunging himself into an extremely perilous situation.

Every one of these incoming attacks carried enough force to be lethal.

The Superhumans who could still spare the focus to attack Loren amidst this chaos were the truly powerful ones left in the field.

Facing these deadly attacks, Loren dodged while simultaneously raising his gun to return fire.

One energy bullet after another flew towards various points of the ongoing battle.

"Not enough!! Not enough! Your aim is terrible! Are your eyes not working?! You bastards! Hahaha..."

Loren activated his mass taunt once again.

In the blink of an eye, he became like a giant magnet, attracting a deluge of attacks.

These attacks came from all directions, varied in form, carrying lethal radiance, a dazzling and chaotic spectacle.

The first to arrive was a mass of scorching flame, like a burning sun, radiating endless heat and light.

This flame rapidly coalesced into a gigantic fireball, roaring as it pounced ferociously towards Loren.

Simultaneously, an invisible surge of psychic force, like a raging torrent, rushed towards Loren at incredible speed.

Though unseen and intangible, the power of this psychic force was sufficient to tear through steel and obliterate everything in its path.

Immediately after, sharp blades of water sliced through space like lightning, shimmering with a gentle yet deadly blue light.

Alongside the water blades, a crackling bolt of lightning danced like a silver serpent, leaping through the air and releasing astonishing energy.

The water blades and lightning intertwined, forming a dense, inescapable net, attempting to trap Loren within.

Not only that, a vortex composed of pure energy also manifested at this moment, surging towards Loren.

This vortex spun wildly like a giant meat grinder, sucking in the surrounding air.

The powerful suction it generated made one feel as if they were being pulled into a bottomless black hole.

Even more terrifying were the mechanical bombs on the verge of explosion, streaking across the sky like meteors, heading straight for Loren.

If these bombs detonated at close range, it would spell equally catastrophic destruction.

In addition, there were the energy waves unleashed by the Martial Artists.

These energy waves surged like tumultuous tides, one wave higher than the last, bearing down on Loren with an overwhelming, mountain-toppling force.

Finally, there were the various bizarre spells cast by the Superhumans who cultivated auxiliary professional systems.

Some spells could instantly plunge a person into slumber, some could render a body weak and powerless, and others could dull a soul.

Even amidst these grand, spectacular attacks, there were some exceptionally stealthy energy assaults.

They slithered towards Loren like venomous snakes hidden in darkness, silent and undetectable.

Even Davis Feller, seizing a moment when no one was paying him attention, secretly launched an energy wave from his palm towards Loren.

Confronted with this sky-filling barrage of energy attacks, Loren finally felt the looming threat of death.

"Raven, go all out!!" Loren shouted in his mind.

With that, Loren mobilized all of his energy and began a frantic, desperate evasion.

Loren's figure flickered continuously amidst the sky-filling attacks, leaving behind a series of afterimages.

And after finishing stacking "Fortune," it prepared to assist Loren in dodging.

Those Black Wings were originally its wings, and with its intelligence, manipulating them was obviously far more proficient.

"Save me, how did I end up with such a master..."

"Shut up, stupid bird. Assist in combat."

Man and raven bickered and coordinated in this manner, facing down these lethal assaults.

Fortunately, these attacks were launched by people from different factions.

Although every single attack was deadly enough, most of these people's assaults lacked coordination.

This still allowed Loren to find a sliver of opportunity amidst the chaos.

Like an agile circus clown, Loren, in coordination with the black wings on his back, flickered through the air, performing all sorts of nimble maneuvers.

He bent his waist to evade the scorching fireball, his figure flickering to escape the torrent of psychic force, then immediately leaped out of the net woven by water blades and lightning.

Facing the most powerful energy vortex, Loren gave his black wings a powerful flap, flashing away from the vortex's suction range.

As for those mechanical bombs, they were the easiest to deal with;a flap of Loren's wings stirred up a sudden gust of wind that blew them away.

For the energy waves unleashed by the Martial Artists, Loren chose to detonate them prematurely with his bullets.

Martial Artists were only truly threatening up close;their ranged attacks were a joke.

Next came the barrage of bizarre spells;Loren chose to lead them towards that grand, powerful energy vortex.

There were too many attacks;Loren decided to make use of this strongest one.

After the energy vortex devoured these bizarre spell attacks, Loren's wings beat once more, pulling him out of the vortex's suction range again.

As for those final, extremely stealthy energy attacks, Loren chose to tank them, wrapping his body with his black wings to withstand the blows.

Apart from their stealth, these attacks had no redeeming qualities;their offensive power was too weak.

After being dodged by Loren, these powerful attacks slammed violently into the walls of the first-floor hall.

Finally.

This ill-fated, luxurious hotel manor, under the assault of various powerful energy attacks, shattered and collapsed.