The Last Paragon in the Apocalypse

The Haunted Valley is one of the most dangerous regions in all of the Devil’s Maw.

From what many had posted in several threads on the Uniweb, it contained dangers in the form of unstable space, void tears, deadly beasts, and all kinds of things that could cause any human to die easily.

So, most people didn’t venture close to that place, just as most people didn’t dare go near the Twisting Vine Forest, unless they planned on dying.

The Haunted Valley itself wasn’t haunted as one would think. It was more like going there was akin to asking it to haunt you.

However, such a dangerous place had become a gathering ground where thousands could be seen today. It was as if they had no fear whatsoever and had decided to venture into such a dangerous region willingly.

Naturally, it was all for the Flame Dao Crystal, the same item that Rhazor himself had come for. They knew the value of such an item, so teams of powerful Gods and Demigods had come from all kinds of factions for the very same purpose.

When Rhazor arrived with Amaru, they were stunned to find this many people gathered there, each eager to get the same thing.

He recognised a few of them from the research he and Icon had conducted on their way to the Haunted Valley.

But despite the large number of people present, his attention was focused on a select few.

These people were the kind who could prevent him from succeeding, so he studied them first. With Icon now vastly more powerful, he could see more about them than others could.

His first target was the Nightstalker, a God King with an affinity for shadows. Based on what he had discovered, this person could be considered one of the deadliest assassins at the God stage. She was a bounty hunter who would stalk her prey for as long as necessary, and at the slightest opening, her dagger would find its mark.

The second was the Skeleton Shaman, someone who, if Rhazor didn’t find a counter for him, could prevent him from reaching the Flame Dao Crystal. He was also a God King, but with a more refined Divinity that made him a significant threat.

His powers were somewhat strange when compared to those of a Necromancer. He wasn’t a Necromancer per se, but he possessed the power of bones, allowing him to summon them and shape them into anything he desired.

With such versatility, Rhazor knew he had to stay one step ahead of him when the battle began. Of course, he already had a plan, and it would be put to the test when the formation opened, and everyone started fighting for the treasure.

The third was, of course, the Butcher God, a God Emperor. From him, Rhazor could sense only a deep killing intent rooted in every aspect of his existence. Rhazor was even tempted to recruit him, but after seeing the arrogant expression on his face as he scanned everyone around him, he decided it would be better to teach him a lesson first.

The one called God King was actually a handsome fellow with feminine features. He was slender, with perfect bone structure, flawless skin, and long strands of refined brown hair that flowed neatly behind him. In fact, he was the most approachable-looking of them all, but Rhazor knew his danger level was even greater than the others.

Also, even if he were approachable, he was a God Monarch, but because of his handsome appearance and calm expression, many people liked him more than they feared him. Rhazor knew better, and so he planned to be especially careful around him.

As for the Shadow Oracle, he wasn’t an assassin, but he possessed an affinity for shadows and was somewhat strange. It was the kind of strangeness that instinctively made you wary, even when you couldn’t explain why. He was also a God Emperor, and Rhazor had no intention of underestimating him.

Then there was the Bone Flayer God, the most dangerous of them all. He was only a God King, but Rhazor had no intention of letting him get anywhere near him. He even planned to let Amaru handle him since they were both God Kings.

The Bone Flayer God gave him the creeps, and so staying as far away from him as possible would improve his odds of obtaining the Flame Dao Crystal.

But aside from them, there were also the three monster tribe leaders: the Naga King, the Planet-Devouring Ant Queen, and the Grim Wolf Alpha.

Each of them looked eager to get their hands on the Flame Dao Crystal.

However, Rhazor could sense the presence of other equally dangerous beings, both human and beast. He recognised their auras, and so he found a place to sit and wait. There were still four days left before the formation broke.

That was a long time to plan and prepare for what could be considered one of the most dangerous battles he would ever fight.

Amaru sat beside him and began to cultivate. She needed to get used to her powers again since it had been millions of years since she had lost them.

Rhazor knew that just as he was studying the others, they were also studying him.

However, their mistake was choosing the wrong person. Instead of focusing on him, their attention was on Amaru, something he had intentionally arranged.

They would devote their time to one person, forgetting that the real danger lay in the Immortal Monarch seated beside her.

Then again, even if he wasn’t a danger himself, he still possessed the [Lotus of Destruction] and four deadly flame spirits capable of helping him accomplish just about anything.

So he remained seated, minding his own business.

Two days later, a group of people approached him, looking to partner with him, but Rhazor rejected their proposal, stating that he alone was enough to get his hands on the Flame Dao Crystal.

They left disappointed, already planning to ensure that he wouldn’t obtain the crystal.

Rhazor knew they had approached him because of Amaru. They had recognised her strength and wanted to use it to their advantage. But by rejecting them, he had inadvertently infuriated them.

A day before the formation opened, the void shattered, and a carriage pulled by two Rocs burst out from within.

Instantly, everyone felt their bodies tremble as a terrifying pressure descended from the carriage and crashed down upon them.

Even Rhazor felt it. However, he merely smiled.

Instead of feeling pain, he benefited.

However, he instantly realised that everyone he had seen and sensed up until this moment was insignificant. The real threat was the person inside the carriage.

”Who dares be arrogant before me?”

Suddenly, a terrifying pressure erupted from the Grim Wolf Alpha, colliding against the pressure emanating from the carriage.

For a brief moment, the pressure bearing down on everyone was lifted.

However, a second later, an even more terrifying pressure crashed down upon them all, and Rhazor grinned.

Meanwhile, the Grim Wolf Alpha was sent crashing into a mountain several kilometres away, blood gushing from his mouth and nose.

Aside from him, many others were bleeding as well, with some already unconscious on the ground.

In what could only be described as a few seconds of interaction, over eighty per cent of the gathered crowd had been defeated.

This caused the remaining twenty per cent to wonder just who dared to be so arrogant.

Even Rhazor wanted to know.

So when the carriage door opened, and a young lady with short, curly green hair stepped out, everyone’s eyes landed on her.

However, the moment they sensed her true cultivation base, their eyes widened in shock.

”A Demigod...”

Rhazor’s body tensed at once, and then his eyes widened.