And so the fistfight began, a brutal, primal battle of raw strength. Kent’s fists smashed into flesh and bone, his every blow sending shockwaves through the horde. But the beasts were relentless, and Kent could feel his body weakening with each passing moment.
His muscles screamed in agony, his bones creaked under the strain, but still, he fought on. The divine disc, his last line of defense, began to glow with a soft light, sensing his desperation. It slowly emerged from his body, ready to support him.
“No!” Kent roared, gritting his teeth. “Not yet! I won’t rely on you! I need to do this on my own!”
With sheer force of will, he pushed the disc back into his body, sealing it away. The pain was unbearable, every nerve in his body on fire, but he refused to give in. He could feel the beasts clawing at him, their teeth sinking into his flesh, their weight pressing down on him. His vision blurred, the world around him fading into a haze of red.
At some point, Kent fell to the ground, his body no longer able to support his weight. The beasts swarmed over him, their claws raking across his skin, their fangs tearing at his flesh.
He could barely move, his strength all but gone. His body was a mass of bruises and blood, every inch of him screaming in agony. The pressure of the beasts’ weight was unbearable, crushing him beneath their numbers.
But even as the darkness closed in around him, Kent refused to surrender. He could feel something deep within him stirring, a primal force awakening in response to his desperation. It was the beastly instincts, the raw, unyielding power that had always been a part of him, but which he had never fully embraced.
“I won’t… be defeated… by the likes of you!” Kent roared, his voice echoing through the forest.
The words of the Inner Spirit Transformation spell came to his lips, unbidden, a mantra of power that he had long kept locked away. He had sworn never to use it unless absolutely necessary, but now, with death staring him in the face, he had no choice.
“Suvarna Deha Bhuta Prakasa Atma Vikara Rupa!” [Inner Spirit Transformation of Golden Body]
The moment the words left his lips, a surge of golden light erupted from his body, blasting the beasts away from him.
The transformation began, golden lightning crackling around him, enveloping him in a cocoon of power. His skin hardened, the wounds closing and healing as if they had never existed. His muscles swelled with newfound strength, his bones reforged in the heat of the lightning.
Golden wings burst from his back, unfurling with a majestic sweep. The air around him hummed with energy, the very ground trembling beneath his feet. Kent’s head transformed, his face elongating into the fearsome visage of a lion, golden hair flowing around him like a mane of flames.
With a roar that shook the heavens, Kent stood tall, the beasts scattering before him in terror. His eyes burned with a fierce, unyielding light, the golden lightning dancing around him in a storm of power. The beasts that had once overwhelmed him now seemed like mere insects, their once terrifying presence reduced to nothing in the face of his transformation.
“You wanted to break me?” Kent’s voice was a low, menacing growl, filled with a power that made the very air vibrate.
“Then come and try!”
The beasts charged once more, driven by instinct and fury, but Kent was ready. His fists moved like lightning, each punch sending shockwaves through the air. The ground beneath him cracked and splintered with the force of his blows. Your journey continues on empire
One by one, the beasts fell, their bodies shattered by his overwhelming strength. They came at him from all sides, but it didn’t matter. With each swing of his fist, with each beat of his wings, Kent sent them crashing to the ground.
Time lost all meaning as the battle raged on, the once mighty horde reduced to a broken, bloody mess. Kent moved with the grace of a predator, his every movement a blur of golden light and raw power. The beasts had no chance, their numbers dwindling rapidly as Kent tore through them like a force of nature.
And then, as the last of the beasts fell, Kent stood alone in the clearing, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The ground was littered with the bodies of his enemies, the air thick with the scent of blood and ozone. His body was covered in bruises and cuts, his muscles aching from the exertion, but he stood tall, his golden wings spread wide.
For a moment, there was only silence, the world seeming to hold its breath. And then, with a slow, deliberate movement, Kent clenched his fists and looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with a fierce determination.
He flapped wings and rose high into the sky, exactly to the same height as the Devil Mountain. As he stared down, he saw fallen bodies of the beasts lay tattered all over the ground.
“This is only the beginning,” he muttered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper.
As the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, Kent let out a long, slow breath, the golden light around him fading. He could feel his body returning to its normal state, the transformation slowly reversing. .
He had survived the night, but the battle was far from over. And as the day began anew, Kent knew that he would continue to fight, to push himself to the very edge and beyond.
Because that was the only way to grow stronger.
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While Kent fought, pushing his body to its absolute limits, far away on the Blue Planet, the situation was changing rapidly.
The quiet, serene world had become a focal point for the forces of the Nine Realms. Every day, more and more people from distant realms arrived, their presence a clear sign of the importance of the upcoming Immortal Beast Spirit Gathering.
The skies above the Blue Planet were filled with streaks of light as teleportation arrays activated, bringing disciples, trainers, and their entourages to the planet’s surface.
The Wizard Association, responsible for maintaining order during the gathering, had imposed strict rules. Only those directly participating in the event, along with their trainers and servants, were allowed entry onto the planet.
The association’s elders had their hands full, coordinating the influx of powerful cultivators and ensuring that no one broke the delicate balance that held the realms together.
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