Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 493

Chapter 493 Palm

There were only four people Atticus wanted to give a brutal beating to, and this was because he knew that they were the ones responsible for the formation of this pathetic excuse for an army.

What were they expecting? That ganging up against him would make any difference?

"An army of ants is still exactly that, ants. One large foot is all I need," turning towards Seraphin's battered figure, he continued, "You're lucky I don't have the time to waste."

Atticus's icy words traveled far; it was as though they didn't follow the conventional rules that sound usually obeyed.

Everyone heard it. From Zezazeus, who was moving towards them at fast speed, to the millions of youths watching the battle unfold. And as they did, their hearts couldn't help but tremble.

Atticus suddenly tightened his grip, the sound of Seraphin choking and gasping for breath permeating the area.

Seraphin's face underwent a change in different spectrums of colors until it settled on pale bluish. Before his whole body could go limp, a golden light enveloped him, and he disappeared.

The Stellaris family youths in the area gulped audibly as Atticus's gaze suddenly landed on them.

Their bodies were still enveloped in blinding golden radiance, but their current morale was anything but golden. Their leader and the strongest one among them had just been taken down with a single attack.

What could they possibly do? With Gerald and Seraphin taken care of, the Stellaris only numbered 4.

Neither dared to move, but they didn't have to. The blade in Atticus's grasp erupted into flames, a tempest of fiery rage swirling around it.

The gazes of the Stellaris youths quivered in unison, but that was all they had time to do.

Akin to the sudden burst of heat from a raging inferno, Atticus burst forward with explosive speed, appearing behind the youths in a flash.

A trail of fire suddenly materialized in each of the Stellaris youths' joints, their forms separating in the next second.

From the first year to the third year, it didn't matter.

Multiple golden lights ignited, enveloping each of their forms before they vanished from the area.

A weird silence suddenly ensued, one that lasted for less than a second.

The golden lights in the vicinity had scarcely dimmed when two cleaving blades materialized mere inches from Atticus's head.

Atticus's body flickered, a movement that shifted him out of the trajectory of the attack.

But it was as though his attacker had already expected this to happen, his already leaning forward, using the momentum of the attack to unleash a sweeping kick in the next instant.

Atticus's eyes flashed; he had just tried to move, but somehow, something was restricting his movements. His gaze turned and landed on his attacker, whose body was enveloped in a pulsating brown glow, his eyes glowing with an intense green hue, fixated directly on Atticus despite his position.

But that wasn't all.

Zezazeus's glowing gaze narrowed, his mind racing through a whirlwind of thoughts as his eyes flickered on and off. What was happening? _{frёeωebɳovel.com}