Kraeth’sol—translating into Dragon Fist, was one of the most formidable offensive abilities in the arsenal of the Infernal Dragon.

Looking at the pieces of the stone slab, Emperal smiled in satisfaction.

"This...is far more powerful than my strongest attack from before and I haven’t even used my full Verth! This will really be useful."

The ability itself wasn’t fire, that was the first thing he had gotten wrong about it before he applied and used it.

From the Infernal Dragon, he hadn’t really inherited much as of now. It was just a few offensive and defensive abilities.

One of them being the Dragon Fist, the heat running in normal Verth cultivators and Kraeth’sol was different.

Here, it was compression and Dragon’s Verth folding inwardly rather than bursting out, the heat inside became something entirely else...something denser than fire.

Its main ability wasn’t burning, but detonating internal structures through tactical destruction. Fire, at some point, could be blocked, alongside Verth shields, water affinity, and a sufficient cultivation gap.

But the compressed internal detonation by the Kraeth’sol...couldn’t be blocked through normal means.

You simply couldn’t put a wall between a person and the inside of their own body. But, of course, it had its own set of limitations. Although, by Emperal’s standards, there wasn’t much Verth consumed because of his precise control over his Verth.

The same, though, couldn’t be said of others if one were to use the Myriad Dragon Art. The Verth consumption alone was enormous, to say the least.

Shaking his head, he came out of his thoughts and continued his run and chase of wild game.

After a few hours, with his enhanced speed, hunting low-level beasts had become incredibly easy for him.

He gathered a few wild rabbits and consumed the meat without even cooking. The biology of the Verth practitioners from Draventhar was vastly different from those of humans and the Elves.

Firstly, the beast cultivators universally had unusual eye colour and were not the same as humans where—browns and blues were common. But here, it varied from one person to another, depending on their bloodline. Gold, silver, crimson, or green. Vertical and a bit wide.

After walking for an hour more, Emperal suddenly halted. His dark eyes shone as he observed the distant scene a mile and a half away.

There were four of them, all in their late twenties by appearance. Three of them were men and one of them was a woman.

Lower tier, some common clan bloodlines. Their cultivation ranged from late Verth Seeker to early Verth Wielder.

Not that impressive, it wasn’t meant to be. They were just people, doing what the common populace of the Myriad Beast Alliance’s population did.

Hunting beasts for cores, materials, and cultivation resources the cores contained. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"They are not bad."

Emperal muttered when he saw how they moved as a unit, although they weren’t moves of formally trained men but just the natural spacing of people who had hunted enough times together to be called veteran hunters.

The one at the front was the largest of the four, he had broad shoulders that screamed Titan blood somewhere at the corner of his lineage.

It was diluted, but present. His eyes were light grey and he carried no weapons, his fists were his weapons!

Behind him and to the left was a spear-wielding cultivator. From his amber eyes which tracked the moment before his turn and his slightly high-sitting ears clearly suggested he had wolf blood in him. Again, diluted.

The third one was a bit lean and cooler in temperament than his other mates, his vertical pupils gave away his identity as that of serpent blood.

He moved flexibly throughout the battleground, the quality and operation of his joints were entirely on a different level.

The fourth one—the female was naturally hung back, eagle blood flowing through her veins.

Emperal assessed from the way she positioned herself at the highest point available in the terrain. She had a light build and pale golden eyes.

The four of them had cornered something. Looking closely, he saw it was a Ridgeback Boar. Verth Wielding Stage Two! It had dense muscles and monstrous momentum, its tusks were wide enough to tear through a cultivator’s Verth hardening if it found the right weak point.

"I think the fight has just begun, this is good for me. I can learn something here." Emperal slowly crept closer, maintaining a safe blind spot.

The boar roared and charged! The front cultivator—Boran took it with his arms wide open. Stone hardening flared visibly across his arms and chest as the impact hit him directly. His feet were pushed three inches deep into dirt before he held on!

The wolf blood, Varek, and the serpent blood—Saeth moved simultaneously. His spear went straight for the neck, the blade targeting the hindquarters to limit its mobility.

But the boar twisted faster than he had expected, the spear grazed the boar but the blade didn’t cut deep enough.

WHOOOOORRRRRRR!!!!

The Boar let out a frenzied roar.

"Push left!!" Varek shouted, Saeth was already moving, that too, fluid repositioning that looked disturbing until it worked. Saeth circled to a new angle before even the call was finished.

And his blade connected! It found a thinner section behind the foreleg, the moment it did, a deep gash ripped through the boar.

The boar screamed immediately, but it wasn’t down yet.

"What a tough nut!" Boran snorted, before taking a step forward while still holding the boar.

Summoning his entire strength, Boran threw the boar towards a stone! The Verth hardening which was protecting the boar shattered the moment it was smashed.

It was more than enough, the eagle-blooded—Liret registered it immediately from her elevated position and pushed through the formation.

Faint Verth gathered on the tips of her claws as she flew towards the boar with all her might, the boar sensed it immediately, just as it was trying to run. A blade stuck its legs! In a hurry, it had forgotten there was one more guy behind.

SHRAAAAAKK!

Liret was already above the boar, and with an unnatural twist, she slashed her claws violently at the boar’s neck...severing it in one successful move.

The three men smirked, with Boran shouting and flexing. Emperal watched how the four of them stood over the dead boar, breathing harder than usual.

He had indeed learned a few things here, no matter how small they seemed.