Chapter 979: Stitching the Dimension!
That non-specialist was only level 180!
Yet he was trading blows head-on with a Demon Sovereign!
His four primary stats weren't inferior at all!
This…
"Honestly, I really can't figure out how Commander Ling Zhan achieved such ridiculous stats…"
"Right? I thought non-specialists only got 2 attribute points and skill points per level? His stats should be way lower than others."
"I'm confused too…"
And it wasn't just them.
Even Ten Thousand Blades and Judgment Demon Sovereigns were confused.
All the world's Professionals who knew of Ling Zhan were puzzled.
His four primary stats were a total mystery.
If leveling didn't give them—how did he get so many extra points?
Everything else could be explained with talents or skills.
But not this.
"Forget it! Look! It's almost over!"
Just then, someone shouted.
Everyone focused back on the battlefield.
At some point, Ling Zhan and Ten Thousand Blades had already engaged in close-quarters combat!
Judgment Demon Sovereign only had ten seconds left on his cast!
Buzz!!
Ling Zhan didn't hesitate—he raised his hand.
'Weaken'!
'Divine Judgment'!
Both SS+ rank skills landed on Ten Thousand Blades Demon Sovereign!
'Weaken' was a general-use skill.
So was 'Divine Judgment.'
Both were designed to reduce the enemy's combat strength.
In other words—all attributes.
Divine Judgment slashed 80% of all stats.
Weaken took away 60%.
Divine Judgment also suppressed all biological functions.
Sounds crazy, right?
It was.
But even stacked, the effect only cut 60% of Ten Thousand Blades' attributes.
Why?
Because his level was higher.
As mentioned before—
Higher-level fighters have innate advantages.
Lower-level skills get weakened when targeting stronger foes.
That's the effect of 'level suppression.'
Otherwise, why would everyone obsess over leveling up?
To avoid being suppressed in battle.
To avoid starting at a disadvantage.
Right now:
Level 180 Ling Zhan vs. Level 197 Ten Thousand Blades.
A 17-level difference.
So the reduced effect was expected.
Only special skills could ignore level suppression.
Still…
Even with reduced power, Ten Thousand Blades was now in dire straits.
His HP was already low.
Now 60% of his attributes were cut.
Making things even worse.
Even his healing relied on those stats.
Now slashed, his aura plummeted.
"This…"
He was briefly stunned.
But quickly regained composure.
He was still a Demon Sovereign, with centuries of battle experience.
Even when surprised, he recovered almost instantly.
Panic only worsened his situation.
"Retreat!"
Ten Thousand Blades valued his life.
Though arrogant, he was cautious when it mattered—quicker to flee than a rat!
As soon as something felt off, he ran!
He'd heal, then return to fight again.
That's how he'd lived so long.
He'd faced stronger foes before:
Azure Dragon Meng Zhang, Corrupt Witch Cathy, Grandmaster Zhao Gongming, Prince Rowe of the Amethyst Empire…
He couldn't beat them, but he knew how to run.
One wrong move, and he was gone.
Now…
With HP dropping and stats crippled by 60%, he sensed danger!
No more hesitation!
If he delayed, he'd be seriously injured or worse!
He had to return and purge the black flame, wait for the debuff to expire!
So with a flash, he ignored Judgment Demon Sovereign and fled toward the Heavenly Demon Capital!
Whoosh!!
Members of the Demon-Slaying Legion, Amethyst Legion, and even Demon troops all erupted in shock.
"Holy crap! Amazing! Ten Thousand Blades Demon Sovereign is actually fleeing!"
"Commander Ling Zhan is insane!"
"He forced a top Demon Sovereign to flee—while only being level 180!"
"Too bad—it'll be hard to stop a Demon Sovereign once they decide to run."
Yeah!
A shame!
Had he not run, Ten Thousand Blades might've been killed easily.
The Demon troops were stunned.
"Wait… Ten Thousand Blades ran from that non-specialist?!"
"What the hell! How is he so strong?!"
"I'm worried… what if he actually breaks through our city?"
"Very possible. Prepare for a last stand…"
Ten Thousand Blades' retreat shook the city's morale.
Demon soldiers were visibly panicking.
From their view, Ling Zhan was the true demon.
"Wait!"
"Looks like Ten Thousand Blades can't escape!"
Just then—
A sharp-eyed Demon Emperor shouted.
He had been about to open the magic shield to let Ten Thousand Blades in.
But something unexpected happened!
Ten Thousand Blades had slashed open a dimensional rift to escape.
But…
"Did I say you could leave?"
Ling Zhan's calm, cold voice rang out.
As he spoke—
Buzz!!
The rift, which had already opened, was forcibly stitched shut by some space force!
Ten Thousand Blades slammed straight into the sealed space wall!
"What…"
He froze completely!
Truly stunned!
He never imagined his dimensional rift could be stitched closed!
In that instant…
Judgment Demon Sovereign had no time to warn him.
But the good news was…
The cast for Judgment Descends…
Was complete!!
"Now DIE!"
Judgment Demon Sovereign's face lit with excitement—he cast Judgment Descends directly on Ling Zhan!