Boom!
The deafening sound of magical collisions reverberated across the ruins of the Blood-Red Palace. Neither Owen's Heaven Emperor Fist nor the magical attacks from Rachel and the others seemed to inflict any real damage on the utterly fallen John. Instead, their attacks only caused his body, twisted like dough, to sway slightly, without producing any substantial effect.
In fact, their offensive moves seemed to provoke the multitude of Dark Gods that were merging with John's body. With their faces contorted, they temporarily abandoned their fight for control over John's body and turned their attention toward Owen and the others.
"These humans have quite promising potential as hosts. Whether we devour them or possess their bodies, they would make fine vessels..."
"I want his brain..."
"I want that girl's eyes..."
Chaotic voices echoed from within John's body, and the aura that originally belonged to John was gradually weakening.