I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

Baron and the others frowned, but seeing the resolve in Victor's eyes, they ultimately swallowed their words and just sighed softly.

A Hidden Stars rookie surviving the clutches of Crimson Demon seemed nearly impossible, bordering on fantasy.

Old Dog and the others showed sorrow in their eyes.

They understood that regardless of whether the Hourglass of Time was used or not, John's fate seemed sealed!

No one could save him; under the secret realm's rules, the highest level that could enter the secret realm was cataclysmic-level.

Even a half-god-tier awakener probably wouldn't stand a chance in the Crimson Realm, let alone rescue John from Crimson Demon's grasp, especially considering that those who can enter the secret realm are, at most, of cataclysmic-level, several whole realms lower.

Seraphina remained silent, but her pale hand had clenched tightly onto her white dress.

Despite her disbelief that this troublesome yet undoubtedly future Federal-renowned individual would die here, the harsh reality seemed to be already laid out before her.

Alex's expression was complex.

If John died, he should feel happy.

But for some reason, he couldn't find it in himself to smile.

…

In the Land of the Blood God, John stared at the prompt before him, silent for a long time.

Crimson Demon sized up John, saying with interest, "I must say, your body is indeed fascinating. You're ostensibly just a regular mage, yet all your abilities have been honed to perfection. Is this your talent?"

John didn't respond, his body tensed to the extreme, the overwhelming pressure nearly suffocating him.

Crimson Demon seemed unconcerned, his finger lightly tapping in the air.

In a blur before John's eyes, he found himself suddenly standing before Crimson Demon.

Crimson Demon was now seated high on the blood-colored throne, his dark red eyes looking down at John, as if observing an object rather than a person.

He nodded slightly, a flash of blood-colored light flickering in his eyes, and reached out to press his hand on John's forehead, chuckling, "This vessel is not bad, barely fit to be my new body. Consider it an honor, insect."

Hearing Crimson Demon's words, John's breathing nearly halted.

A new... body?!

This creature wants my body!

Seeing the hand pressing towards his forehead, a fierce determination flashed in John's eyes.

Without hesitation, a blinding light burst forth from him, multiple skills activating simultaneously!

"Gold Mail Armor!" "Berserk!" "Bloodthirst!" "Silent Curse!"...

In just the blink of an eye, the aura emanating from John surged exponentially, rapidly reaching his peak state.

He was never one to wait passively for death.

Even if the opponent was a deity, he would not yield!

John's gaze was icy, his muscles suddenly tensing all over.

His wrist twisted, and the black spear in his hand resolutely thrust towards Crimson Demon.

"Bang!"

The air exploded with a roaring gust, as the black spear in John's hand transformed into a massive black serpent, fiercely lunging at Crimson Demon's neck.

Crimson Demon, with a hand casually supporting his cheek, appeared utterly indifferent, showing no sign of disturbance.

He simply extended a finger slowly.

A flicker of red light at his fingertip vanished in the blink of an eye.

The next moment, John's vision was completely engulfed by a blood-red light.

"Boom!!!"

The surging blood light, like a raging tsunami, instantly swallowed John, a tremendous, irresistible force slamming against him, his skills instantly nullified.

Just one contact, and John's attack was completely crushed.

He was sent flying backward, his Gold Mail Armor cracking, and the spear in his hand snapped in two.

John's body ached as if it were falling apart, his chest heaving tumultuously.

As he was about to hit the ground, he barely managed to adjust his posture, plunging the broken half of his spear into the ground, yet still sliding tens of meters before barely stabilizing.

John's chest heaved, his face flushed, a sweet, metallic taste rising in his throat, which he forcibly swallowed down.

Struggling to stand, he only made it halfway before his form staggered, and he fell to one knee on the ground.

If not for the spear supporting his body, he likely wouldn't have had the strength to stand at all.

Despite Crimson Demon having just awakened, despite Him still being in a severely injured state, just one strike had rendered John completely incapacitated!

Is this the power of a deity?

A bitter smile appeared at the corner of John's mouth.

The gap between them was vast, like a chasm that couldn't be crossed.

With a wave of Crimson Demon's hand, a flash of red light came and went, and John once again appeared before Him.

Crimson Demon's dark red eyes looked down at John, His expression indifferent, devoid of any emotion, as if John's previous attack hadn't been taken seriously at all.

And indeed, that was the case.

Crimson Demon spoke lightly, "The reason why deities are called such is because there exists an insurmountable gap between us and you, mere insects. And this gap is far beyond your imagination."

With that, He again reached out to press his hand against John's forehead.

John clenched his teeth, attempting to struggle, but Crimson Demon merely glanced down at him.

"Boom!"

An overwhelmingly terrifying pressure descended from the heavens!

John's body instantly stiffened.

He felt as though every part of his body was being crushed under a mountain, completely unable to move!

John could only watch, wide-eyed, as Crimson Demon's fingertip lit up with a red glow, touching his forehead.

Is this really where I'm going to die today?

John's eyes revealed a sense of unwillingness.

Having endured so much hardship since his arrival, he had finally thought he was on the brink of soaring high, only for it all to potentially end in just a few days.

How could he reconcile with this?

The scarlet light slowly expanded in John's eyes, and he could feel his consciousness being peeled away by a formidable force.

His eyes intensified with resentment.

I haven't yet become the strongest in this world, haven't stepped out of Stellarburg to truly see this world, haven't been with the most beautiful woman, haven't fulfilled my promise to Scarlett Monroe, haven't had another drink with the old cripple...

I still have so much left undone.

Is it all going to end here?

I can't accept this!

John's eyes turned bloodshot, his teeth clenched, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, every muscle in his body trembling under the unbearable pressure.

Crimson Demon seemed to notice John's state, speaking calmly, "A mere mortal, yet fortunate enough to become my vessel, you should feel honored."

As His words fell, the oppressive force emanating from Crimson Demon surged again, the tyrannical and violent pressure even causing John to shrink slightly, the ground beneath his feet cracking inch by inch.

John felt as if he were being smashed by a colossal hammer, his vision darkening, blood streaming from his mouth and nose, nearly passing out on the spot.

Crimson Demon stated indifferently, "Be compliant, don't damage my new body."

With that, the red glow in Crimson Demon's hand intensified, accelerating the extraction of John's soul.

As long as he could extract John's soul from this body, he would be able to perfectly control it.

It wouldn't take long before he could rapidly regain his strength by absorbing life essence, and then seek revenge on that accursed woman!

Just the thought of that damned individual reignited an uncontrollable surge of murderous intent and resentment in Crimson Demon's heart.

One day, I will devour you!

However, Crimson Demon was also aware that with his current state, revenge was out of the question; even if he encountered that woman, he would likely have to flee.

Therefore, the most pressing matter was to swiftly recover his strength.

Crimson Demon calmed his emotions, turning his gaze towards John.

A scarlet gleam at His brow shone, casting its light into John's eyes.

The next moment, John felt an excruciating pain spike through his brain, as if something barbarically forced its way inside, stirring relentlessly.

This soul-deep agony almost made John roar out loud.

Simultaneously, as Crimson Demon's soul invaded John's body, a series of majestic, golden flashes, as if stimulated by Crimson Demon's presence, flickered deep within John's soul.

Looking up in astonishment within the depths of John's soul, Crimson Demon seemed to gaze upon a turning cosmos, with stars twinkling all around.

For the first time, He felt fear gazing into what seemed like John's consciousness, vast as a starry sea.

From each star, Crimson Demon could feel an immensely terrifying aura, each one potentially stronger than His might in His prime!

Crimson Demon's body stiffened, struck with horror.

What in the hell is this?!