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

Although John was fully aware that it was the buffs and the power of control that had supercharged everyone's damage, he couldn't help but feel exhilarated looking at the massive corpse before him.

What had once seemed an invincible foe was now just a body.

The sensation was incredibly satisfying.

John summoned the Thorned Rock Serpent again.

Standing on the serpent's head, he was ready to attack the surrounding minions when suddenly, the unexpected happened.

The serpent, just summoned, let out a cry of pain and crumbled to dust.

Had John not reacted swiftly, he would have plummeted to the ground.

What was happening? Why did the serpent disintegrate so suddenly?

Everyone saw a figure appear in the distant sky, a person standing on the back of a flying creature.

With the arrival of this figure, all the minor monsters on the ground prostrated themselves, some even bursting apart under the pressure.

On the city walls, everyone felt a difficulty in breathing; some were even uncontrollably driven to their knees.

Archibald was the first to sense that something was amiss.

With difficulty, he turned his head toward the source of the overwhelming pressure.

What was it? Was it human? Why would a human exert such immense pressure?

Meanwhile, the people at the second and third fortresses also felt that incomparable force, making it difficult for everyone to breathe.

The minions on the ground were similarly affected, lying prostrate with many of the lower-ranked creatures instantly bursting apart.

On the city walls, some people felt their breathing hasten as if their hearts might burst.

Had it not been for the protection of the shield, many lower-leveled individuals might have perished explosively by now.

This was... the oppressive aura of a semigod-tier powerhouse!

Isabella and Cecilia sharply looked towards the first fortress.

Although they had been mentally prepared, they hadn't expected it to come so swiftly.

And that semigod-tier being hadn't even approached the second or third fortresses but headed straight for the first, yet even the residual pressure was enough to send chills down their spines.

They dared not even imagine what the first fortress was currently facing.

"Everyone attack the minions with all your might!"

Isabella immediately realized that the monsters were being subdued by the pressure and were effectively sitting ducks.

Protected by the shield, they still had the capability to attack.

This was an opportunity not to be missed!

Even though they wanted to assist John, they had to clear out these minions before they could advance.

Cecilia quickly caught on and began directing the people within her fortress to attack the subdued creatures.

These monsters, after being struck, did not retaliate but instead knelt on the ground, trembling and bowing in the direction of the first fortress, as if something terrifying resided there.

Each fortress had a diamond-tier boss, and none possessed the devastating offensive power like John's, so even with the minions immobilized, it would take a significant amount of time to eliminate them all.

However, this time they were wiser, prioritizing their attacks on the diamond-tier bosses, followed by the emerald-tier elite monsters and other minions.

By taking down the tougher opponents first, they could significantly reduce their pressure and assist John more swiftly.

The people in the second and third fortresses were barely enduring the remnants of the pressure, already struggling to breathe.

For those in the first fortress, it was far worse.

They felt their faces turn crimson as if their blood was reversing its flow.

Some of the lower-level individuals groaned, uncontrollably bleeding as their pores burst open, making them look horrifyingly like blood-soaked figures.

Their companions tried to heal them, but found themselves unable to cast any skills.

This was the oppressive force of a semigod-tier being—terrifyingly powerful.

Even with a buff that enhanced all attributes by 100%, they felt like mere ants, kneeling helplessly on the ground.

Onlookers outside of the mirror couldn't help but gasp.

Their eyes collectively turned to Principal Sophia.

Sophia was a semigod-tier as well.

However, they had never witnessed such a terrifying aspect of her.

Just recently, during an attack on the formation, she had evaded an ambush but was severely injured, which led them to underestimate the true power of a semigod-tier.

Now, they truly understood the vast gulf between themselves and a semigod-tier entity.

Normally, Principal Sophia merely restrained her aura, never unleashing her full oppressive might upon them.

Should Sophia ever choose to fully exert her oppressive power, they would likely end up just like these students.

Below the semigod-tier, all are but ants.

John fixed his gaze on the figure hovering in the air, sensing the trembling of the Bloodthirsty Blade in his hand.

At first, he thought it was an illusion, but as the trembling grew more intense, he realized it was very much real.

It wasn't fear that made the Bloodthirsty Blade quiver—it was excitement.

Finally, it was facing a semigod-tier opponent, and it was thrilled.

If John hadn't been holding it firmly, it might have flown out of his grasp uncontrollably.

John couldn't help but smile wryly.

Even though the Bloodthirsty Blade was a former divine artifact, his current level simply couldn't match up.

He feared...

Lost in his thoughts, John was abruptly drawn back to reality as Alastair looked down upon him from above, like a celestial being condescending to observe a mere insect.

Alastair's eyes gleamed differently as he smiled slightly.

"So, it's you who's been contesting the power of control with me?"

Suddenly, a deluge of crows swooped down towards John.

John felt as if a massive mountain was mercilessly crushing down on him.

"Ugh..."

He grunted involuntarily, his knees buckling momentarily, almost bringing him to the ground.

But he managed to withstand the pressure, forcefully straightening up to face Alastair.

"Is this the one Sophia believed in? Seems like he's not much after all."

Alastair's fingers lightly lifted, and John felt the pressure on his back intensify.

It was as if an invisible mountain was determined to bend his spine completely before it would cease.

But John stood resilient like a pine on a snowy mountain, like bamboo clinging to the edge of a cliff, enduring the storm, bearing the weight of the mountain without flinching or bending.

On the city walls, some had fallen to their knees, others barely stood by clutching at anything nearby.

Rosalind stared intently at John's figure, wondering what he was thinking.

Archibald's hands trembled slightly; he wanted to send a message to John to return quickly, but he found himself utterly incapable of sending anything.

They felt like ants, powerless to resist.

Though the appearance of the diamond-tier boss had been shocking, this was simply not on the same level.

Before, even against the most formidable bosses, they still had the capacity to act, but now they were completely immobilized.

And they could well imagine that if that person were to unleash just one skill, they would all perish right where they stood—without any chance of returning.

Everyone's eyes were filled with terror.

Some wanted to kneel and beg for mercy but couldn't.

It was as if their vocal cords had lost all function, unable to produce even the slightest sound.

John's stance irked Alastair immensely.

"I hate it when people stand and look at me!"

Alastair snapped his fingers, sending a simple yet powerful light orb hurtling toward John.

John's pupils dilated in response.

Light Shield!

Wind Shield!

Blood Shield!

Activate!

Boom!