The Ultimate Divine Class-Chapter 534 - 412: Death
Above the blood-red murky waters, countless ancient creatures lay scattered, their carcasses floating like islands in a Dead Sea.
All have decayed, akin to islands floating on a dead sea.
In this desolate and eerie atmosphere, two figures are engaged in a fierce chase above the waters.
"Swish—"
A bright blade, as splendid as a reversed galaxy, suddenly slashes from one person’s hand towards the other’s head.
The latter disdainfully does not dodge, raising his hand slightly, and two thick silver beams shoot up like spears from his palm, instantly shattering the blade’s light.
"Ridiculous attack..."
Andusha effortlessly destroys the opponent’s offense, coldly laughing.
Andusha’s appearance has changed considerably from before.
The silver braid behind his head has lengthened, suspended like a protruding spine on his back.
Numerous dense silver threads have grown from within his body, interweaving like vines over him.
They protect his cheeks, throat, heart, and joints, forming an exquisite, simple yet elegant armor with hollow patterns.
From the armor extend thick silver tendrils, like octopus tentacles encircling Andusha.
Each tendril moves irresistibly, creating sharp crackling noises in the air, their paths barely perceptible, only glimpses of silver streaks flashing by.
With a casual flick, Andusha blocks the ’insignificant’ attack, raising his right hand, seemingly sheathed in silver, and opens his fingers towards the woman before him.
"Swish—"
Tentacles behind Andusha unfurl simultaneously.
These silver tendrils move at unbelievable speed, faster than sound by many times.
In an instant, they appear around the woman, sealing nearly all her escape routes.
Seeing the cage about to form, the woman remains calm, as if she’s faced such danger before.
She takes half a step back, deep purple light quietly blooming in her eyes.
"Buzz—"
A massive eye-like pattern rushes from her eyes, rapidly expanding between them.
With the pattern’s emergence, the void seems like a smooth mirror gently stirred by fingers.
Ripples spread, with strange waves transmitted within.
Andusha’s gaze falls momentarily into a daze from the waves.
Quickly, it vanishes from his eyes.
His gaze clears.
When aware again, only dozens of silver tendrils remain, entangled around a patch of air.
The mentally locked target, the elusive woman, seized the opportunity during his distracted lapse, fleeing afar.
"Damn it!"
Andusha’s expression turns grim.
This isn’t the first time.
As a direct descendant of a high civilization’s distinguished family, he’s always had the best training and resources.
Since embarking on cultivation, nurturing his Lifebound Mechanic Soldier core with countless rare materials after establishing his first Star Cave.
Perhaps not the absolute top among peers, but close.
Using three-four parts power, yet repeatedly being toyed and escaped by a low-civilization native practicing basic heritage with meager copper scraps.
If this spreads, even if the opponent is an Immortal Bloodline legend, his potential rating among the Elder Council would likely plummet.
"No matter...."
Andusha quickly calms, a cruel glint in his silver eyes.
Turning his neck, sniggering to himself, "Catch you... this power will be mine."
Finishing, a muffled "boom" erupts beneath Andusha’s feet.
He becomes a clear shadow, vanishing instantly.
Minutes later, Yu Wentong is chased down again by Andusha.
This time, Andusha’s learned, no longer aggressively bombarding the opponent into desperation.
Instead, he wields the tendrils, launching successive waves of escalating attacks on the woman.
Silver tendrils dance widely, impact waves exploding enormous splashes under them.
Unknown ancient creature carcasses are shattered by the invincible tendrils.
The tranquil, ancient water expanse is utterly disrupted.
The churned blood-red lake grows muddier, with black currents beneath threatening to rise.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
Andusha commandeers the tendrils, obliterating seven to eight blade lights from the woman in one breath.
At the ninth, he distinctly feels a tendril hit something.
"Humph!"
The woman covered in radiant starlight grunts softly.
To Andusha’s ears, the grunt is an awaited melody.
"Worn out?
You’ve fought well!"
His eyes gleam, a smirk unknowingly forming.
Seizing the fleeting opportunity, four tendrils shoot from four directions at the woman, while others intertwine.
Weaving an air-prison enclosing the woman.
This time he’s determined.
Even if she employs the disorienting secret technique again, his Silver Vine prison stands firm.
Just a brief delay, then recovering from distraction.
This chase will end.
As he envisioned.
As the four feigned tendrils were about to strike her.
Deep purple light blooms from the woman.
Eye-like patterns appear.
A grin forms involuntarily at Andusha’s lips.
He anticipates the outcome; his cage holds substantial energy.
This time... no surprises.
Yet....
Andusha’s grin freezes instantly.
Eyes....
Eyes....
Another eye!
Covered in resplendent purple light, the woman simultaneously manifests seven or eight eye-like patterns.
These eerie and mysterious patterns, like ancient insignia or symbols, hung still in the air.
The space seems frozen under the purple haze.
Time halts.
Yet the lone mobile woman doesn’t flee like before.
Instead, she advances.
Her figure, nimble like a fish dart, moves from the offensive center.
Parting the four fixed silver tendrils before her, draped in purple, she flickers towards Andusha.
Andusha’s eyes widen.
He doesn’t fall into trance this time, yet his body, strength, every cell.
Are frozen solid.
Even thought struggles to move.
He can only watch helplessly as the woman raises a battered, serrated black alloy sword in hand.
No emotion graces her beautiful face.
Then, targeting him, coldly slices down high above.
"Die!"
