Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World - Chapter 663

Capítulo 663: Godlike Master Part 14

“N..No way…”

Thousands of spirit users stood in shock, their eyes wide and mouths open.

The huge array they had spent days, preparing — the one they thought would save them all — vanished in an instant.

All because of a single word from Reign.

Some dropped to their knees, unable to understand what they were seeing.

Others shook so badly they could not even hold their rods anymore. The polished rods fell from their hands, clattering loudly on the cracked ground.

The sky, which had been full of raging lightning moments ago, turned empty and quiet.

The bright lines of power on the ground, once like rivers of light, flickered and died out, leaving only dust and ash.

“So quiet? What happened? All of you were shouting a lot before,” Reign chuckled.

His voice wasn’t loud. It wasn’t filled with anger or even hatred. In fact, it sounded almost friendly — like he was teasing an old friend.

But coming from him, that gentle tone felt worse than any scream or roar.

Everyone broke out in a cold sweat.

A young woman in cracked spirit armor covered her ears and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out his voice, but it didn’t help. Her body trembled so hard she could barely stay upright.

A man beside her started laughing — a broken, empty sound — before collapsing face-first into the dirt.

If they could see him up close, they would think he was getting sleepy already — as if the grand clash they had poured their lives into was nothing more than a lullaby.

He laughed softly, and the sound echoed across the silent battlefield.

“Come on,” he said, opening his arms slightly as if inviting them to attack. “I thought you all wanted to be heroes. Didn’t you want to stop me? Didn’t you want to save your precious world?”

No one moved.

“I see… you were traumatized by what I did,” He nodded, pretending to understand their pain.

“Well, that was my bad,” he continued with a small shrug, as if he had just stepped on someone’s foot by accident.

“You might not believe me, but I actually used sixty percent of my power to stop that big array you all worked so hard on.”

“Now,” he said, spreading his arms wide. “I’m weakened. This is your best chance. Go on, all of you. Attack me now. I promise I won’t move at all.”

For a few seconds, no one spoke or moved. The air was thick with fear and confusion.

“Activate the Lightning Judgment Sword!!” a voice roared from the rear ranks.

It was the elder of the Lightning Sword Sect. His long hair whipped wildly in the wind, lightning crackling along his arm as he thrust his sword toward the sky.

In that instant, hundreds of his sect disciples mirrored the gesture. Blinding arcs of electricity tore through the dark clouds, converging above into a single enormous sword.

The blade of pure lightning hung in the air like a god’s judgment, humming with a power that could turn mountains to dust.

At the same time —

“READY!!”

The Clockwork Clan, lined up in precise mechanical formations, finished winding their colossal cannons.

Gears spun, runes glowed, and their cannons unleashed a deafening blast.

Golden beams, like pillars of sunlight, shot forward in perfect unison, shaking the battlefield with a metallic roar.

Not to be outdone, dozens of minor clans and sects gathered their remaining formations.

Multi-colored light arrays burst to life across the ground — fiery animals, roaring dragons, swirling vortexes of spirit water.

The entire field became a sea of swirling colors, each faction pouring in everything.

All these attacks, so massive they seemed to devour the sky, converged upon a single point.

Reign.

He stood alone, his figure tiny beneath the towering sword of lightning and the coming flood of elemental attacks. He didn’t even bother to lift a finger.

The sword finally came down first, splitting the sky and striking like the wrath of a god.

Simultaneously, the golden beams slammed into him, followed by countless attacks.

BOOOOOOM!

Lightning crawled across the horizon. Shockwaves tore trees from the earth and reduced nearby hills to ash.

A blinding explosion of color and light swallowed the world.

Some spirit users dropped to the ground, shielding their eyes, their hearts pounding with a fragile hope.

“He… He must be gone now…!” someone shouted shakily.

As the dust slowly began to clear, the massive sword vanished, the beams faded, and the elemental attacks dissolved into mist.

Then —

A figure stepped forward from the cloud of smoke.

Reign stood there, his clothes immaculate. Not a scratch, not even a speck of dust.

He lowered his hand from his yawn, looked around lazily, and let out a small, disappointed sigh.

“Done already?” He tilted his head, genuinely puzzled.

He looked up at the shocked cultivators and gave a small clap.

“Good effort. Really, I almost felt something there,” he teased, his smile gentle yet colder than ice.

He lifted his hand again — not to attack, but simply to stretch.

“Now then…when will the real attack be coming? I’m impressed by that flashy appetizer, but I want the main dish now.”

The titled ones — the elders, the sect masters, the revered clan heads — almost choked on their own breath.

Calling that attack, which had been at least triple the force they used against Kang , an appetizer…

It a very bad joke — one that no one dared to laugh at.

Reign tilted his head slightly, as if he had just remembered something funny. Then he raised one hand, palm up, and spoke lightly:

“Wait… don’t tell me… that’s the best you’ve got?”

No one answered.

“Ah… maybe I should have at least pretended to struggle… but then again, lying isn’t very polite.”

A few of the titled ones staggered backward, unable to tear their eyes away.

Some felt their knees buckle, and they collapsed where they stood, shivering.

All their years of cultivation, all their pride and titles, were worthless before him.

Reign glanced around one last time, his gaze sweeping across the devastated ranks. Then he opened his arms slightly, as if welcoming them closer.

“Well? Shall we continue? Or… would you all rather I start entertaining myself instead?”