It took the young cultivator a few seconds to gather his mind back. His sweat freshened under the cold freeze, and the aftertaste of the spatial step began disappearing."This scripture... What the h.e.l.l is this strength!", he mumbled while inhaling a long breath of fresh air.
He felt his mind clear up, and before long recovered from having moved through s.p.a.ce. He turned around and gazed at the product of his work. The t.i.tanic spider-like figure collapse on the front leg, the noise released from her thin spider leg creaking and breaking under her weight could be a.s.similated to thundering claps.
Then the event, unstoppable and unfortunate, happened and with an undescribable last deep acute clap. The spider shrieked one last time before hitting the floor, the earth roared and trembled from the impact. An impact powerful to the point that it was heard by all.
"Time to end the beast.", he crisply exclaimed before darting forward.
He disregarded the small rock speeding in his way and confronted them using his sole body. The speeding shards broke down when they made contact with his body.
He sped through the barrage of small objects raised by the impact of the creature. For a cultivator of his level, this amount of distance was something that could be crossed in the blink of an eye. And before long, he arrived near the creature"s intact trunk and climbed on its mountain-sized body.
The trembling under his leg gave him the impression that he was standing on a mountain. But this amount of hazard wasn"t enough to stop his tracks, and with his determination, advanced climbed ner the head of the creature.
Before long, he was met with a lightning-fast attack from the deadly purple tendril. They pierced through the air toward his direction with a threatening aura that pulsed with bursts of ominous energy.
"I can"t afford to take hits from them, or my soul palace might be injured due to the beast"s ma.s.sive soul energy.", a single glance showed him the danger contained in those deadly weapons. A single brush or sc.r.a.p on the mentally formed veil surrounding his body would be enough to leave his soul palace open for the constant mental attack release by the creature"s body.
Just standing near her already caused constant shredding and bubblings to appear on his mental veil, and his soul palace was constantly sending waves upon waves of energy to support it.
"Any hit is enough for me to go down a deadly path.", he thought, concluding his a.n.a.lysis of the purple tentacles.
However, even when confronted with an immensely fear-inducing situation, his leg didn"t stop for even a single second, and they even doubled their work. He sped toward them on his own, with courage filling his hearth.
He couldn"t fail now that he had a creature himself a decent situation to take down the beast. And even as his mind was a.s.saulted with dozens of negative thoughts due to the humongous ominous energy released by the creature, he clenched his hand around his weapon and valiantly marched forward.
With Soldier"s Fortune directed in front of him, he took a fierce and heavy step on the glossy black sh.e.l.l of the creature. The strength lies in his body exploded out, and the sh.e.l.l cracked under his step, and potent bodily strength flooded toward the hand, grabbing his sword.
His sword rose up, then fell down in one sudden manner that felt the tentacle no time to react. Yet the purple tendril he hacked in half didn"t stop and followed the advance of the other six tentacles.
Fell didn"t hesitate for a split second and began taking another step forward. Even more weight could be sensed from his leg, and he viciously stomped down once again.
The strange and heavy movement caused his muscles to bulge out in a rhythmed manner, and the hand clenching Soldier"s Fortune turned unsightly as it was soon filled with dozens of bulging veins. They trembled and moved, in a wormlike manner, due to the potent stream of strength transferred in his sword.
The same action was reproduced twice, and the same result happened. Another tentacle was split in half by the straightforward attack.
Fell"s body could be seen changing with each attack. His muscles could be seen reducing with the naked eye. With each attack, and with each move he effectuated, a decent size of resources would leave his body.
Thankfully, his body"s resource was solid enough to support the ma.s.sive consumption. But the black-haired youth didn"t stop there, his eyes glowed with the piercing might of torchlight and in one movement sequence hacked five times in a row.
One tentacle after another got cleanly halved in two, but their advanced wasn"t stopped, and it could be even be said that their aggressivity explodes to the top.
They sped toward Fell while taking strange angles, taking him from multiple spots of his surroundings, with each tentacle attacking from one of the eight directions.
But it was to no avail, as with each advance, they were welcome with a powerful blow that would cut a sizable amount of their bodies.
Still, their ridiculous size made them difficult to completely takedown in one go, but with each step, he approached the head, and with each step, their sizes would be gradually bitten off.
His unstoppable advance made the creature panic even more. Its shrieks were incensed with every step that broke the sh.e.l.l from the spider.
Fell didn"t hesitate and gave his all in every single attack. His muscles bled, and his bones screamed with the attack. His relentless, near-unstoppable advance managed to turn the long purple tentacle into short bleeding protuberance.
They still tried to attack Fell viciously, but the strength containing them was far less than what had inhabited it.
But, that didn"t come without any price. His muscles had shrunken to a ridiculous size, and before long, he only looked like a scrawny figure. The filthy red rags that hang on his shoulders didn"t make his appearance any better.
His cloth, in poor condition, and the ma.s.sive change in his body that accompanied the outburst of strength released gave him a ghastly vibe.
His frail figure stood near an intersection that connected the trunk of the creature to her horrific head. The glossy black colored exoskeleton he was standing on was constantly tilting and reverberating in strange attempts to move. But it was to no avail as Fell legs seemed to be glued to the t.i.tanic arachnid.
Even with the skeletal state his body was in, it could be seen that it was still contained with a vast strength that would only disappear with his last breath.
"Time to finish the job.", he calmly said while looking at the long horizontal crevice existing in front of him. He closed his eyes, breathed in, and envisioned a blade sharp enough to completely sever what the spot that connected the head with the main trunk of the creature.
His thoughts were accompanied by desperate shrieks coming from the spider monstrosity, and her soul attacks were nonetheless easily dissolved by Fell"s defense.
"There, right there!", he exclaimed with a smile. His eyes opened widely, and he nonchalantly took two-step on his right. "Yes. I only need to hit those two spots, and the head will fall down in itself."
He bent down, arched his back slightly in a curve, and inhaled a slow sharp, and acute breath.
He calculated the angle of his attack in a precise manner and waited for the right moment. His focus aligned with his sword, and his stance turned even lower and lower with time pa.s.sing.
Then, right where he attained a crouching position akin to a tiger ready to pounce, he stopped. His movement came to a stop, and his muscles didn"t move a single inch.
His heartbeat slowed down. Gradually, a ma.s.s of aura could be sensed around him. A formless yet overpowering aura, akin to the incarnation of strength itself arose from the frail-looking figure of the black-haired youth.
"I can see.", he opened his eyes in a split second and moved without any hesitation is his movement. Movements that shouldn"t have been produced by a body that had already overexerted itself.
His bladed glinted, and a ma.s.sive flash of light burst out of the edge of Soldier"s Fortune. The next moment, multiple semi-circular curves appeared in the air, and a drawing marked the sky near the north wall of New Casablanca.
The shape of the acc.u.mulated move he had executed was a simple b.u.t.terfly that flew toward the intersection on the t.i.tanic sized creature.
Fell"s sword attack broke through the void. The next moment, they were already deeply ingrained inside of the glossy black sh.e.l.l and were beginning to slash the flesh under it.
But that wasn"t all. Before, the attack had the time to evaporate the entirety of its momentum and energy. He moved once again. One line appeared in front of him, overlaying the ma.s.sive crevice on the sh.e.l.l.