Cracking his neck with a heavy exhale, Asher assumed a heavy sword battle stance in the shura art—both of his hands were wrapped around his sword, his back slightly hunched. His golden eyes narrowed instinctively.
‘Output can’t be used every time but if I time it right moment, I’ll be able to maximize its effect.’
Before him, the army of gray wolves loomed, their fiery, ravenous eyes reflected in his golden eyes. He remained in the same position, holding his ground—until the gap between him and the wolves vanished!
In that instant, as dozens of wolves lunged, crimson light flared from the fine steel sword and Asher moved. With a sharp cry, he unleashed a sweeping horizontal slash, releasing a seven-meter crescent of sword light that cleanly sliced through the air—four wolves lost their legs in a single stroke!
Before the bodies even hit the ground, with a swift movement, he was past the wolves without legs, swinging his sword downward and cleaving a wolf into two. He took a step to the side, pivoting on his right foot and twisted backwards, evading the flames unleashed by two more wolves.
Unfortunately for them, as Asher’s left leg touched down, he turned forward again—his sword, once again emanating force, came down with an oppressive momentum. Both wolves, along with the three more behind them, perished!
A wolf lunged at him from his right but its claws met Asher’s sword and in the next moment, Asher stabbed the wolf straight through its left eye. Without missing a beat, he abandoned his grip on the sword and struck his knee into the face of another wolf that attacked from the opposite direction.
The impact sent the wolf tumbling, its body lying limp. Immediately after doing that, Asher reached for his sword, but before he could reclaim it, a wolf chomped down on his arm. However, after continuous fortification by his force, a mere diamond-ranked beast couldn’t sever his arm with just one bite.
Although he felt the pain, Asher didn’t even show a flicker of expression on his face. He lifted his clamped arm along with the latched wolf that refused to let go and drove his sword through its abdomen.
As blood poured on the blackened soil, he tossed the corpse aside and looked at the others that surrounded him.
He was surrounded by hundreds of wolves. Only a handful of their total number had gone after the others!
Upon noticing that the wolves were about to breathe flames, Asher calmly raised his free hand. Ice erupted around him—sharp, jagged and towering, forming a structure akin to a tent built with three sticks, where the top would always be a lethal point.
Flames rained down from all sides, engulfing the ice!
Yet when the fire subsided, the ice remained untouched—neither had it been scorched nor melted. Instead, at that very moment, the ice shattered. Each shard transformed into an elongated spike, piercing outward in a deadly storm—killing over 20 wolves in an instant!
Swoosh!
Asher leaped over the ice catastrophe and landed amidst the pack of wolves. If one could look closely, one would notice that Asher’s second leg had not yet touched the ground.
Raising the leg higher, Asher’s eyes gleamed before he struck the ground.
Boom!
Empyreal Sigil Stomp!
A sigil of the Ashbourne, 200 yards wide, burned itself into the ground, its searing heat leaving a reddish-orange mark—hot enough to scorch a human. The surrounding wolves died pathetic deaths in an instant while dust rose up, shrouding Asher’s figure.
His golden eyes remained fixed on his once-damaged arm as the sound of a wolf rushing toward him reached his ears. Without raising his head, ice rapidly coated that arm, forming a gauntlet. He threw a punch, The strike connected with the wolf’s head, sending it crashing into the mountain wall before it fell to never rise again!
Yet, more fiery eyes glowed in the mist.
“These things… don’t they feel fear?”
Asher asked himself.
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He flicked off the bloodstains from his sword and assumed a stance to face the approaching wolves. Had he been with Euodias, his output would have inflicted devastating damage and the sword’s innate skill would also have helped him in slaughtering a massive amount of these beasts in an instant.
Had Sirius been with him, these wolves would have either bowed to his authority or fallen under their combined attacks, especially with synergy on his side.
He exhaled and looked at his right hand which was slightly transparent. From his fingers to the right part of his chest—all of that had turned slightly transparent. This meant he was dying and losing blood fastened the process… so summoning the spirits of his predecessors had to be the last resort.
With all his options laid out, he made his decision—he would go full-out with Kryos! Although it might destroy this mountain pass, it was much better than dying to diamond-ranked wolves!
Right at that moment, a transparent figure with long, snow-white hair appeared beside Asher. Just as this figure was gaining colour, something crashed down from the sky and a great voice echoed.
“Thunderclap!”
A booming voice rang out.
Blue lightning and thunder erupted from the fog with a great noise that forced Asher to his knees.
Alarmed, he turned his head to his right but the figure, most definitely the Kryos spirit, the very entity that made his talent the only living talent to ever exist that was about to reveal itself was gone.
However, with it, he also noticed that a great amount of his force was gone!
Eventually, the great dust fog died down and Asher saw a towering white bear, its body adorned with tribal markings and braids cascading down its neck looking down at him. Its powerful limbs supported its body like pillars to a building and from the joints of those powerful legs came out sapphire spikes—and two more protruded from its back.
Staring at this imposing white beast, Asher wondered.
Where was the man who had spoken?
“What’s a mortal doing in the land of the dead?”
When the white bear spoke, Asher fell on his buttocks, his expression frozen with shock.
Lamech, the mythical beast, the white bear, squinted at him.
“Clearly, you haven’t seen a talking mythical beast before. So tell me, boy—how on earth does someone as inexperienced as you possess the Conqueror of Stars?!”
Lamech’s voice boomed as he closed the distance between him and Asher, his smoldering ice-blue eyes locked onto the sheathed sword hanging on Asher’s waist.