The Universe Is Innately Just 305 Calamitous Decision Part One

A powerful sword intent bursted out of the Illusory Giant's attack. One intent-based attack that made the air screech and scream as though the air was being ripped apart.

Thol'Yr didn't expect such an attack to arrive from outside of the crimson prison he had summoned. Not only did the attack comes from outside of his range of control, but the speed of the sharp attack made him unable to react to it in time.

He only saw a flash of light in the ceiling of the prison, and the next moment, a deep gashing injury had appeared on his torso.

"Khuh-!", a mouthful of blood flew out of Thol'Yr's lips as he tried controlling the light particle gathered in his body. His body began blinking rapidly, giving the impression that he would disappear at any moment notice, but the injury in his chest caused him to have difficulty morphing into pure light.

The injury dealt by Fell's Illusory Giant caused Thol'Yr unable to quickly shift into light. Noticing that, the experienced ent.i.ty began gathering the ama.s.s of blood essence and slaughter aura into a shield to gather himself some time. His senses detected that the two cultivators nearby wouldn't leave such an opportunity go to waste.

His eyes caught on Fell's moving figure, and his senses told him that Akainmhar was nowhere to be seen.

"He is coming!?", he growled through his gritted teeth. Thol'Yr's mind was a.s.saulted with waves of pain coming from the injury on his chest; his body continued blinking, as his surroundings were filled with torrents of the mixed energy from the b.e.s.t.i.a.l Formation.

A shadowy figure sped through a small crack- that was in the midst of filling- in the bloodied shield, Thol'Yr was rising.

That speeding shadowy figure was Akainmhar. He had used the opportunity in front of him to make his presence disappear completely, and had immediately begun moving the moment he saw the attack slap Thol'Yr's chest. But Akainmhar wasn't the only one who moved, as Fell had already begun executing his next course of action.

The Illusory Giant once again lifted his right arm toward the sky, and suddenly dropped it toward Thol'Yr's direction. Another flash of light appeared from a distance, and the dense blood shield Thol'Yr had raised cracked open under the exceedingly sharp sword intent in the attack.

"This kid…", mumbled Akainmhar as he used the opportunity to slide even deeper inside of the blood shield. His surroundings had been turned into a sea of red, and every instant that pa.s.sed meant that his position was getting closer to the injured Thol'Yr. But the maze-like bubble shield he had entered was dense and compact to the point where he could only slide between the few cracks that formed here and there due to Thol'Yr's urgent execution.

Fell controlled the Illusory Giant, and once again, unleashed a third sword strike with the invisible sword formed by the ama.s.s of pure sword intent. A half-crescent moon left the phantasmal sword in the Illusory Giant, and coursed through the air in the direction of the third realm ent.i.ty.

"You are not going anyway!", Fell exclaimed loudly as the attack he sent from the Illusory Giant screeched through the air before slapping the ama.s.s of blood essence and slaughter aura gathered by Thol'Yr to shield himself.

"Sharp!", hissed Akainmhar as his body was currently swimming inside of the layer of blood essence, shielding the third realm cultivator. But his movement didn't stop, as his instinct told him that none of the attack coming from the Illusory Giant would touch his body.

A minute crack opened in front of him, and the red haired man's body turned soft before pa.s.sing through the small crack with ease. His eyes could only see layers of red, but his senses aided by his blood treasure told him that the distance separating him from Thol'Yr was constantly reducing.

Inside of the sea of dense and solid blood essence, Akainmhar turned into a fish that skillfully swam against the current of slaughter aura.

The scene might sound as though it was slowly unfurling, but the action made by the group of three cultivators was executed in less than split seconds. An explosive eruption that began the moment Fell execute the first attack from the Illusory Giant. The pair of Earthling knew that such opportunity wouldn't come twice in a row, and if they wanted to come out victors against a superior ranked cultivation, they could only brace themselves and swarm him in one wave.

Both Earthling were fully aware that injury received by Thol'Yr wouldn't in no mean incapacitate him for more than a few seconds, but that thought didn't cause them to despair in front of their troublesome opponent. In the contrary, they braced themselves and released everything they had in an attempt to overpower him in one moment.

A warped and livid intent spread out of the crimson bubble of blood essence, protecting Thol'Yr. His emotions left his body in an outburst, his heart swearing that he wouldn't rest before taking down every wisp of life existing in those lands.

Fell smirked the moment he saw the reaction, and once again rose his hand toward the sky. Only this time, there wasn't any outburst of sword intent or any other type of attack coming from the Illusory Giant. But a ma.s.sive change happened to the phantasmal tree rooted behind the giant.

The Seed existing inside of his Soul Palace finally used the opportunity to once again wrestle control of the b.e.s.t.i.a.l Formation. The Gigantic Tree released a blinding light as a white halo formed around its trunk, as though the atmosphere around him was condensing into milky wisps of air pressure.

The next moment, a deep roar escaped from the center of the blood shield, and Akainmhar noticed that the density of the shield had drastically fallen.

In some parts, the mixture of blood essence and slaughter aura were firmly solid. But, in some other parts, the dense shields had turned into a soft membrane that could be pierced with the touch of a single finger.

"I won't just stop to that…", thought Fell before sending his own energy to the Seed. The absorption coming from the tree rose to its peak, and the next moment, Thol'Yr could feel that the control he had on the b.e.s.t.i.a.l Formation was drastically reduced.

Anger, stress, and fear appeared on the surface of Thol'Yr's mind. The third realm ent.i.ty only needed a few last seconds to finish mending the injury that was dealt with by the Illusory Giant. Without that p.r.i.c.kling injury, he wouldn't be forced into such a crude state. But his life meant more than his esteem, and Thol'Yr would stop at nothing to protect himself.

He could feel that he only needed two seconds to fully turn into light, and blink away into safety. But, an alarm rang in his mind, and the sigil in his right hand turned dim.

Thol'Yr sensed the control he had on the b.e.s.t.i.a.l Formation plummet, but the urgency of the situation made him accept that reality. He could only grit his teeth, and focus on controlling the little amount of blood essence and slaughter aura he had gathered before.

"Just you wait…", Thol'Yr growled as he turned the one meter area around him into the densest matter possible. The red sigil in his hand disappeared as the blood essence, and slaughter aura in it was completely used in his last attempt to secure himself the final second needed to heal his injury.

Milliseconds advanced, and just as the injury in his chest was going to be completely sutured. Leftover of the youth's sword intent showed the last aspect of his relentless characteristic, as the more the injury healed, the more time it took for the final percent to be finished.

This characteristic of the sword intent was only noticed by Thol'Yr at the last moment. And just as he was going to completely expel the leftover sword intent, a loud thud resounded from his back.

The sound was similar to the acute noise produced when a bullet would be fire on a steel plated wall. Only this sound was produced by a fist that was numerous time denser than a bullet, and dozens of time faster.

A ma.s.sive fist impact appeared on the red wall surrounding Thol'Yr. His face changed as he sensed now-familiar sword intent arriving from the distance. With his back corned against a red wall that was softening with every millisecond that pa.s.sed, Thol'Yr was forced into doing something he never thought would be necessary.

Light particle instantly left his body. They circled around him, and in a split second, gathered bits of the fused blood essence and slaughter aura before darting back to his body.

His eyes turned red, the same pure crimson existing everywhere around him in the b.e.s.t.i.a.l Formation.