SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God-Chapter 695: I was just warming up

The Forest of Doom seemed to recoil as the Divine Hurricane expanded violently, shredding the air itself. Trees were uprooted and pulverized mid-spin, their trunks ground into splinters before they could even hit the ground.

The blood-red sigils beneath the werevampires’ feet flickered wildly as divine wind, and lightning tore through their formation. For the first time, the pack’s perfect unity fractured.

Wind blades howled like divine guillotines, carving through bodies that moments ago had seemed untouchable. Lightning chained between targets, jumping through blood auras, turning their greatest strength into a liability.

Every strike detonated from within, divine energy clashing violently with corrupted blood essence. Werevampires screamed.

Between them, Damon had the superior stats and the superior skills, but when combined, they empowered each other and evolved to the next level. Even so, when faced with such raw divine energy slammed onto them at lightning speed with an extra wind boost, they could only suffer the consequences.

At the same time, Damon also conjured the burning lance in his hand and thrusted left and right. Streaks of shadow and lightning hit like whips. Without any restraint or fear of his secrets being discovered, Damon simply went all out and tried all sorts of combination attacks that came to him intuitively.

With his perfect body, even with the sluggish mana all around him, he was fighting with giant reserves, something that the werevampires couldn’t match. Slowly, his attacks started going through, and he was ripping them apart one after the other.

He was able to take the powerful punches with a big grin and gave one back with equal force. A claw slammed into his ribs, the impact echoing like a hammer striking a bell. Damon laughed as he slid backward through the churned earth, legs carving twin trenches.

Before the werevampires could follow up, Damon twisted his torso and drove his elbow forward, blood and lightning surging together. The counterstrike caved in the creature’s chest and sent it spinning into the hurricane, where it suffered multiple hits and was flung aside like a rag doll. Damon then appeared right behind it to finish it off.

Another came from above. Damon didn’t even look. A shadow spike erupted from the ground, impaling it mid-lunge. He followed with a burning lance thrust that punched through two more bodies in a straight line

Finally, the numbers started dwindling. The pack leader tried to reassert control. Blood sigils flared again. The remaining werevampires surged together in a desperate all-or-nothing assault, claws, fangs, blood constructs, and raw killing intent crashing toward Damon in a single coordinated wave.

But it was not enough to take him down. He was matching their speed and power as he pushed himself more and more. His mind worked at a surprising pace and a shocking clarity. He was starting to fight more with instinct than with thought, and that helped him react faster.

Even though all of his skills and affinities were stolen except the blood energy, they were slowly and slowly becoming his own, even divine energy. He was fighting in his peak state, and he felt as if he could keep going on and on. It felt absolutely exhilarating to dominate through sheer power. His maniacal laughter resounded through the howls as he continued the slaughter.

The fight was now almost over. The combined domain was extremely powerful, more powerful than anything Damon had ever experienced, but in the end, it had its limitations as well. Finally, Damon spotted the pack leader amidst the haze and the destruction and turned his attention to the massive abomination.

The werevampire commander snarled and forcefully pulled power from the remaining pack members, their bodies shuddering as blood essence was siphoned into him.

His frame expanded again, muscles knotting grotesquely as the runic scars along his body burned like molten brands. The combined domain shrank, condensing around him, turning into a brutal, focused killing field meant for a final execution.

"You are strong, bloodsucker. Strong enough to be worthy prey." The abomination snarled.

Damon stepped forward through the storm of claw strikes and blood constructs as if he were walking through rain. His laughter faded, replaced by a calm. "I was just warming up."

The pack leader lunged. The ground exploded beneath him as he crossed the distance in an instant, claws aimed straight for Damon’s throat, blood constructs spiraling behind him like executioner chains. Damon didn’t dodge.

He met the charge head-on. His blood essence surged outward, crushing against the werevampire’s domain like a tide smashing into a dam. Damon caught the incoming claws with his bare hands. The impact sent shockwaves ripping through the forest, flattening what little remained standing.

For a brief moment, they were locked together. The pack leader’s eyes widened. "Impossible! How could you possibly match my power!"

Damon leaned in, a grin splitting his face wide. "Your formation is impressive. Your coordination too. I hope you can drop some interesting skills when I devour you."

He twisted. With a brutal heave, Damon ripped one of the abomination’s arms clean off and used the momentum to drive his knee straight into the creature’s chest. The blow collapsed the ribs inward. He did not stop with that.

His body turned into a red streak as he repeatedly pummeled the werevampire commander. Shadow and blood fused around his arm, divine energy threading through it. The Burning Lance reformed, denser than ever, its tip crackling with lightning and burning with hellfire.

Damon thrust forward, and the lance punched through the pack leader’s chest, pinning him to the ground. Divine fire erupted inside his body, clashing violently with the corrupted blood essence and the ancient soul bound within.

The abomination screamed. Damon did not stop and continued punching down the abomination again and again until every drop of health in its body drained.

The shared formation ruptured violently. The remaining werevampires froze mid-motion as backlash tore through their minds and bodies. Blood vessels burst. Auras collapsed. Several dropped dead instantly, reduced to husks.

The pack leader’s massive body convulsed violently beneath Damon, the runic scars along its crimson fur flaring one last time before cracking apart and dripping as blood.

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