Godslayer: Agent of the Gods, the Stabilizing Force at the Start

The gale raged across the boundless wilderness, howling sharply like countless trapped demons screaming and tearing everything around them.

Thick, inky clouds churned in the sky like a raging black ocean, each surge seeming to foreshadow an impending catastrophe.

Su Ming and his companions, small yet steadfast, stand on this perilous and unknown land, engaging in a thrilling and life-or-death struggle against a powerful, almost terrifying enemy.

Su Ming was panting heavily, his breathing rapid and heavy. Large beads of sweat rolled uncontrollably down his forehead, leaving winding streaks on his dusty and tired face.

His eyes were filled with exhaustion, a mark left by days of travel and fierce battles, but deeper still, there was a deep-seated determination and resilience, as if no adversity could defeat him.

He gripped the treasure Li Deming had given him tightly in his hand. The treasure trembled slightly in his trembling palm, as if it too sensed the fierce battle that was about to begin.

This treasure was, at this moment, like the only ray of hope they could grasp in this arduous adventure in endless darkness.

"Everyone be careful! The power of this Sky Staff is too great!" Su Ming shouted at the top of his lungs. The wind tore his voice apart, making it sound hoarse, but the power contained in his voice penetrated the howling wind and clearly reached the ears of every companion.

His gaze, like a sharp dagger, was fixed on the middle-aged man standing proudly atop the boulder.

The man was dressed in a long black robe, which fluttered wildly in the wind, resembling an eerie black flag.

A cold smile hung on his face, a smile like frost in winter, full of endless contempt, as if mercilessly mocking Su Ming and his group's overestimation of their abilities.

The Sky Staff in the middle-aged man's hand emitted a dazzling light, as intense as the blazing sun high in the sky, making it impossible to look directly at it.

Every time he waved his staff, a powerful surge of magical energy would rise in the air, like a surging wave or a powerful shockwave, as if it would mercilessly destroy the entire world.

"You few ants think you can stop me? It's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, you're overestimating yourselves!" The middle-aged man spoke coldly, his voice as loud as a bell, echoing in the open wilderness, making people's eardrums hurt.

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the Sky Staff high again, and an even more dazzling, almost blinding light shot out from the top of the staff, like a bolt of lightning tearing the sky apart, rushing towards Su Ming and the others with the momentum of destroying everything.

Seeing this, Su Ming did not hesitate at all and immediately activated the treasure in his hand.

In an instant, the treasure emitted a soft and gentle light, which rippled gently like waves on a calm lake, colliding fiercely with the powerful magic emitted by the Sky Staff.

In an instant, light burst forth, and the intense energy fluctuations distorted the surrounding air, as if the entire space had been shattered by this force.

"Quick, now's the time!" Su Ming shouted, and his companions, as if hearing a bugle call to charge, immediately sprang into action.

Eric, a burly, muscular warrior, wielded a sharp greatsword whose blade gleamed coldly. His eyes burned with the flames of battle as he charged towards the middle-aged man without hesitation. His resolute figure appeared so small yet so determined in the raging wind. Beside him, the mage Lina chanted incantations, her hands moving rapidly. Strange blue beams of light shot from her hands, providing crucial support to Su Ming.

Their figures darted swiftly through the gale, sometimes disappearing into the darkness, sometimes appearing in the light, mysterious and agile like ghosts.

Su Ming concentrated all his energy, gritted his teeth, and tried his best to control the treasure, attempting to restrain the devastating power of the Sky Staff in this extremely short and precious time.

His forehead was covered with veins, each one seemingly telling of his hard work and perseverance. Sweat poured down his face like streams, each second a thrilling race against death.

During the fierce battle, Su Ming's companions also encountered numerous difficulties.

The middle-aged man's magical power was too great; their attacks were often like a clay ox sinking into the sea, easily deflected.

Eric's attacks were repeatedly deflected by the magic of the staff, his arms aching from the immense recoil, and his steps faltering. Lina's magical light was instantly swallowed up when it touched the magic of the Sky Staff, her face turning pale, the excessive consumption of magic leaving her weak.

But none of them chose to give up. They gritted their teeth, endured the pain, and continued to fight tenaciously.

"Don't back down, everyone! We can definitely defeat him!" shouted the young archer Tom, his voice filled with high spirits and a persistent desire for victory.

He moved nimbly through the gale, drawing back his longbow. Arrows, whistling through the wind, shot towards the middle-aged man. Although he was already grazed in many places by the splashing magic, and his sleeves were stained with blood, his eyes remained resolute, a determination that showed no fear of death.

Just as Su Ming was about to give up, his legs began to weaken, and his arms gradually lost strength, the treasure in his hand suddenly emitted a bright light that was almost blinding.

A miracle occurred; the light successfully suppressed the power of the Sky Staff for a moment.

A look of surprise flashed across the middle-aged man's face. His eyes widened, clearly not expecting that the seemingly ordinary treasure in Su Ming's hand would be so powerful, completely beyond his expectations.

"Now! All-out attack!" Su Ming shouted with his last ounce of strength. He and his companions seemed to have seized the tail of fate, grasped this rare and fleeting opportunity, and launched their final all-out attack.

They pooled their power without reservation, forming a powerful and awe-inspiring energy wave. The energy wave was like a surging tsunami or an erupting volcanic lava, carrying endless power as it rushed towards the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man tried to resist this powerful force. He frantically waved his Sky Staff, chanting incantations, trying to unleash his magic again to defend against it, but it was all too late.