The Universe is Innately Just - Chapter 307

Fell’s eyes opened widely, the area north of New Casablanca seemed to have been ravaged by a raging storm. He exerted some strength in his legs, and left the back of the towering creature with a light tap of his feet on the rough skin.

The direction of his jump was directed at the kneeling red haired man, and before long, he landed on the ground before speeding toward his injured comrade.

The moment he entered the area- ten meter- around Akainmhar, the latter swiftly urged Fell to ignore him. His emaciated face turned weakly toward the young cultivator, causing him to perceive the extent of his energy expenditure.

“I need to end him before he somehow manages to reconstruct himself…”, mumbled Fell as he didn’t stop for another second.

His legs began taking him to the place where Thol’Yr’s body had landed. His surroundings turned into lines as he sped through the army of creatures that seemed at lost as to what had happened around them.

Due to Thol’Yr’s influence, the numerous beasts that had managed to escape the control of the Formation were once again forced into their malicious fate and had reverted to the mindless state where they only relayed their blood essence and slaughter aura.

Fell’s heart turned heavy; the more he approached Thol’Yr’s position. He didn’t know the exact reasoning behind that sensation, but ever since the loss of his memories, he could only rely on instinct to judge the situation. And to top it off, his breakthrough to the second realm of cultivation had only made that sense sharper.

By the time he could clearly see the third realm cultivator’s mangled body, his face darkened, causing him to accelerate his dashing steps. “His connection to the Bestial Formation didn’t change, and I can’t feel any movement of energy directed at him… Then why?!”, he mumbled as he could feel the inner state of the Formation due to the Seed that fused with him.

“Why can’t I brush off this feeling?!”, his grim face froze into an unmovable statue as his right hand gripped Soldier’s Fortune tighter. Nonetheless, his steps didn’t stop as he was aware that such opportunities wouldn’t happen twice. He needed to kill that entity.

His steps resounded silently through the silent battlefield. Before long, Fell’s shadow laid next to Thol’Yr’s body on the ground. His blade moved before stopping abruptly midway as he heard a silent whisper escape the entity’s throat.

He couldn’t understand the words coming out of his lips, as they turned into crooked whispers due to Thol’Yr’s crushed vocal cords, but the ominous vibe appearing on the twisted face of the entity made his skin crawl. The carcass laying in the ground could be assimilated to anything but strength, as Fell saw with his eyes that the third realm cultivator Thol’Yr was no longer capable of making the most basic of movement.

His past delicate yet dense flesh was turned into a near mush-like state that wasn’t capable of any movement. His flesh could be seen trying to gather together, but it could only weakly lightly without any result. Sharp broken bones could be seen poking out of places they shouldn’t have, and even his skull wasn’t left untouched as a massive hole entered Fell’s eyes. The squirming brain laying under it clearly appeared under his eyes.

Eyes that could no longer contain his thought as he felt his instinct scream to his mind. But his senses clearly told him that there wasn’t any enemy attacking him, as every single life form apart from Akainmhar and Thol’Yr were already part of the Bestial Formation. Thus making them part of his own control due to the influence of the Gigantic Tree on the Bestial Formation.

But even then, his instinct screamed that his logic was lacking one component that left his mind. And that component he wasn’t aware off could clearly be seen on Thol’Yr’s hideous expression.

His face was a canvas that rarely appeared among mortals. The third realm cultivator had been turned into a living corpse that would cause questions to appear in the mind of anyone who laid an eye on it. Yet the expression hanging in his face was one of confidence in successfully accomplishing his desires of destruction, and the emotions dwelling in his eyes only added contrast to the painting.

Fell’s ear caught on another silent whisper that escaped the hollow lips of the entity. Once again, the young cultivator didn’t understand the words, but the emotion dwelling on the entity’s eyes intensified. Time seemed to come to a standstill, with Fell’s sword hanging over the third realm cultivator’s shambled body. Capable of severing his life at any moment.

Akainmhar saw the scene from afar, and couldn’t help but ask himself why was Fell taking so long to take down the defenseless third realm cultivation. But even if he wanted to Thol’Yr dead, he could only watch the scene happen from afar as he wasn’t capable of moving his pent up body.

Fell’s shadow in the distance blurred as Akainmhar’s mind was stricken by waves upon waves of dizziness. Every time his eyelid dropped in a bat, he felt as though his consciousness was going to slip into the oblivions.

“Crap…”, he thought as he tried besting the instinctive dizziness assaulting his mind. His fatigue was an intrinsic backlash to the technique he had used; the explosive rush had came with a tremendous price. As his body entered a tremendously tired state where his self preservation instinct caused him to slowly black out.

But the experienced and battltehardened Akainmhar resisted the sensation to his best as he feared that a third realm cultivator wouldn’t die before taking out every single one of their cards. And he wasn’t the only one with that type of thought as Fell mentally assigned his- screaming- instinct’s alarm to originate from that.

“In the end… Even if there is a danger lying behind this entity’s death. He know far too much, and had come with nefarious intents…”

“This man need to die!”, he thought as he clenched his teeth hard before flicking his arm. The angle was simple, aimed straight at cutting the entity in half, and the execution was swift as, after a flash of light, the entity’s crushed internal organs laid bare under the sky.

The sensation of his sword slicing the third realm cultivator’s flesh wasn’t anything satisfying to Fell, as the sensation coming from his screaming instinct intensified during that moment. But it was far too late as both the decision and the execution had been taken in one beat by the young cultivator who now could only see the last moment of the entity’s life fade away.

The squirming of his flesh didn’t stop for dozens of seconds, as life defiantly hang in the indescribable carcass. But, in the same way an hourglass could only flow for a certain period of time, the life hanging in the flesh came to a sudden stop with Thol’Yr’s life finally coming to an end.

It was at that moment that Fell’s mind felt the wrongness of the situation. A gloomy and obscure premonition arose in his heart, one that his eyes confirmed right after the third realm cultivator died. The blood that had been flooding the soil near the sliced carcass began slowly floating in the air.

Dense blood essence mixed with a vicious slaughter aura were added to the Bestial Formation as Fell could sense the change caused by that liberation of strength. A power that could only be achieved when one attained the third realm of cultivation was added to the dangerous Bestial Formation.

“He had already transitioned into an abyssal beast of the Formation before his death…”, he muttered in a pessimistic way as he focused his senses on the Sapling that had sprouted in his Soul Palace.

His senses fused with the Seed, and the control he had on the Bestial Formation rose to the point where he could monitor every speck of energy contained in it. The torrential flow of blood essence and slaughter aura flowed through the beasts, among them was the fused energy that came from Thol’Yr. Although similar to the rest of the mass of energies mixed in the Bestial Formation, the fused energy coming from Thol’Yr was clearly standing in a higher realm than the rest.

A concentration of pure destructive blood essence that had fused with the heavy slaughter aura of the formation. Before long, that fused energy separating into thousands of thread that began flowing through every single towering creature of the formation.

Fell tried stopping that process, but he soon came to a massive hurdle. He simply couldn’t control that fused energy as it wasn’t something the Seed was capable of doing.

“That red sigil…”, muttered the young cultivator as his eyes flashed with the light of remembrance. He couldn’t help but find that the fused energy- that had appeared in the Bestial Formation- to be extremely similar to the red sigil Thol’Yr had manifested before.