The Universe Is Innately Just 306 Calamitous Decision Part Two

Akainmhar's eyes turned into slits as he noticed the intense pressure rising from Thol'Yr. All of his senses were screaming at him to flee, and he didn't make them wait long, as the moment he noticed red locks appearing in his opponent's blond hair, he darted away in a run.

"You ain't going anywhere!", a growl escaped Thol'Yr's lips as his finger pointed at the red-haired Akainmhar.

A light particle left the tip of his finger; only this time, the light particle he produced had acquired a bright pinkish-red halo.

Pew!

A straight line cut the scenery in half before stopping when it made contact with Akainmhar that wasn't left any time to dodge the attack.

Fell saw the scene happen in front of him, incapable of helping his comrade as the third realm cultivator had attacked far too quickly. A light burning smell added itself to the many odors picked up by the young cultivator's nose; his swift eyes caught on a squirming hole in Akainmhar's chest.

The flesh around the burned wound was scared black, and small fleshly tendrils moved slowly as the strong cultivator's body began kneading the injury a few moments after it happened.

Droplets of sweat fell off the face of the red-haired man. His body lightly shivered as he couldn't help but feel that he had nearly had his heart crushed into dust. If he hadn't managed to move his heart a few inches to the side, he would have received substantial damage that would have instantly taken him out of the fight.

Even with the blood essence treasure he had, he wasn't sure if the loss of a heart would result in instant death.

His vast reserve of blood and blood essence couldn't be compared to the one owned by ordinary body cultivator. Still, a direct attack to his heart wasn't something he would gladly receive, as he was sure that he would lose most of his fighting capabilities without his heart.

Although without his heart, blood would still flow in his veins, as he could even manually pump it with the flesh surrounding the veins.

His heart had been refined hundreds of time during his practice and was practically the core furnace of his volcanic strength. Without it, he would only be akin to the leftover smoke of his past.

"You are one troublesome b.a.s.t.a.r.d.", exclaimed Thol'Yr in a strange tone. "Resourceful cultivators such as you should be taken out first."

The third realm cultivator nodded slowly as he found his logic suitable for his current situation.

He once again lifted his arm- in front of him- and lightly pointed at Akainmhar before his arms turned into multiple whips.

Fell acted as soon as the otherworldly cultivator moved, but his response was one beat slower as his attack was pa.s.sed from the Illusory Giant.

Before the giant even had the time to move, Thol'Yr's arm had already turned into a ghostly limb.

Dozens of afterimage appeared as the third realm cultivator shot ten times in one instant. Every one of the red lasers that left his finger took a different path; three of them went in a straight way blocking stopping him from any side dodge possible, while the other went in strange curved.

Two of the lasers even went in a strange lobbed path that predicted any potential escaped road Akainmhar would take.

Fell's mind blanked the moment he saw the tight attack. He controlled the Illusory Giant with even more urgency, as he finally managed to send the attack.

"c.r.a.p… I won't make it in time!". Fell cursed as he sensed the lightning-fast- sharp- attack arriving at the other two's position. But it was too late as the lasers had already appeared in front of a somber-faced Akainmhar.

Satisfaction appeared on Thol'Yr, and his lips moved slowly in a condescending smile as he saw his attack completely block any potential action Akainmhar could take.

As for the man in question, Akainmhar's face hosted a dark expression, one that shouldn't appear on the front of someone who was going to dodge an attack.

"Do not take me lightly.", he barked as a scorching heat left the pores of his body.

Thud!

A red shadow streaked through the air, ignoring the laser standing in its path as the sky exploded behind it. Akainmhar appeared in front of Thol'Yr with tightened fists and bulging muscles that threatened to blow with volcanic might.

In this state, the usually accessible going Akainmhar seemed to have turned into an avatar of destruction. He moved, and all Thol'Yr was able to see after was a flash of light that contained hundreds of fists among it.

The ent.i.ty's vision darkened as an explosive torrent of attack filled it, and the next moment, he felt his vision twist as his body was thrown left and right by the red-haired man.

"I can't blink!?", Thol'Yr screamed in his mind. His body tightened, trying to reduce the impact of every attack he received, but his effort were far too insufficient in front of the hundreds of move unleashed every second by the red haired man.

The air clapped, as the atmosphere thundered. Fell sensed the surface under his leg tremble, and shiver, the towering creature he stood upon was jerking right and left as the ground north of New Casablanca seemed to have turned into shifting tectonic plaques. His eyes caught on the sword attack- sent by the Illusory Giant- hit the empty air, and his eyes moved left and right as he could only find signs of the impact made by Akainmhar.

The strong body cultivator unleashed h.e.l.l on his opponent, launching hundreds of attacks every time he attacked. He could feel the sensation of Thol'Yr's skin softening under his hammering fists, and before long, the first bone he crushed spread through the battlefield in a thundering roar.

"I will destroy your entire planet!", roared Thol'Yr as he found himself unable to do anything but that. The hundreds of impact he received every pa.s.sing second caused his voice to warp into a grumbling groan that disappeared in the torrent of sounds produced by the one-sided beating.

"Shut up.", briskly responded Akainmhar in the middle of pounding Thol'Yr's head on the ground.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Dozens of towering creatures fell on the ground as their body parts exploded and spilled on the ground. They had, sadly, stood in the trajectory of Thol'Yr's flying body, and even their thick skin and flesh wasn't enough to stop the kinetic energy Akainmhar had injected in Thol'Yr's body with his hundred-hit advance.

The third realm cultivator's body turned into a kite that crossed half of the army of beasts before coming to a stop. An enormous crater appeared on the ground he landed on, or to be more precise, fell on like a broken rag doll.

Ten seconds pa.s.sed, and only then did Thol'Yr feel a second where he felt like he could breathe. Thousands of pain signals sent to his brain from his broken body. Akainmhar's attack had been relentless and savage, turning Thol'Yr's body into a magnet of destruction where every one of his twisted limbs dangled on the wrong side.

Black and red were the only things that filled the body of the third realm cultivator. A far cry from his past fair skin before facing the pair of cultivators.

A weak cough left his throat, as even his neck broke under the thousands of fist attack.

Thol'Yr found himself incapable of executing even the simple action of mending his body. His reserves had been emptied in one rush by Akainmhar, and he was in the most broken-down state he had even attained during his long life.

In the past, he faced many injuries during his long career in the numerous battlefields in the vast universe.

Before that time, he had faced his peers in an arduous training that made his days a living nightmare. But even then, he hadn't felt like he had been trashed, and had always managed to bite back a chunk of flesh from his opponent.

Sadly, on Earth, he found himself facing one loss after another, and had even been cornered to the point where none of the trades he did ended up being good.

Akainmhar's legs failed him the moment his relentless rush of attack came to a stop. The experienced earthling felt a stinging pain traverse his heart, as though his blood had turned into a poisonous- corrosive- matter that pierced numerous holes in his own flesh. Waves upon waves of nausea a.s.saulted his soul as he found it impossible even to stand up.

The second realm body cultivator had spent every drop of energy he had in his body and had even used every bit of blood essence existing in his treasure, not leaving anything even for his recovery.

The price he paid was enormous, seen through from his heavily emaciated state, and every second that pa.s.sed, his flesh turned into smoke as his bulging muscles turned into vapors that whiffed with the air.

Nonetheless, the result of that sacrifice was incredible, as his shaky vision could see that Thol'Yr wasn't capable of any movement.