350 Chapter 350: Battling a demigod! 2

"Since you won't let me have that soul… I will be taking yours!" Derik growled as he called upon one of the green arrows into his hands.

Xiu!

His archery skills were even greater than it was before, and when he attacked all Cyrus could see were after-images! He couldn't tell when Derik had released the arrow but to his greatest surprise, the overseer had moved to the side to evade the attack, escaping the arrow quite easily.

Or so he thought!

"Do I look like a joke to you?" Derik's eyes released a silver glow and the next moment a portal spatial gate appeared and the arrow flew in.

Almost at that same second, a second arrow appeared so close by the side of the Overseer, that he didn't have the time to dodge. When the arrow appeared from the spatial gate, it became obvious to it that Derik was aiming to steal Berivs life so he quickly tossed the young orc away while using his aura to create a protective barrier around Berivs.

Boom!

The arrow struck and following the explosion was a deadly release of a strong wave of death aura. Derik stood there with a satisfied smile on his face as he waited patiently for the green mist which the attack created to clear.

"So this is the power of death… I must say, this is quite deadly" the overseer's voice was enough to wipe the smile off Derik's face.

When the green smoke cleared, the orc overseer had moved from that spot and he seemed to be in almost perfect condition. Only after gazing at his left hand where the arrow hit did Cyrus realize the orc overseer's skin was rotting, but at a very slow rate. With furrowed eyebrows they watched the orc overseer dig out the affected flesh without any hesitation!

"He used his aura to delay my power…" Derik suddenly spoke up, catching Cyrus' attention.

"What?" Cyrus asked with an astonished look on his face.

He couldn't help but feel shocked by Derik's revelation. This was the first time he had heard of someone capable of suppressing the corrosive nature of his death aura with his or her own aura. The fact that even he, the life mage will have a tough time cleansing Derik's death aura from a person's body made it harder for him to accept this fact.

"You have got good eyes, little god… I believe it's my turn to strike" The orc overseer said with a calm smile and even then his aura had no fluctuations, making Cyrus feel more insecure and Derik feel more excited!

"Hahaha! Bring it on…" Derik was yet to finish his sentence when the orc overseer vanished.

Wooosh!

Orakh clan secret technique: Unbreakable!

"Derik move!" Cyrus roared. For the first time in a while, he felt the threat of death from the attack of a person other than Derik!

Even though his voice was loud enough to make the earth tremble, Derik didn't move. At this moment, images of mole utilizing this same technique flooded into his mind, making him hesitate for a split second.

It was the same technique! 

But different users at different power levels!

"Hahahaha! I will play with you!" Derik laughed out loud with a crazed expression on his face.

Claws sprouted on his hands while darkish green aura quickly gathered around them.

Secret technique: Brilliant claw!

Boom!

Boom!

With a loud roar, Derik threw his claws at the hands coming down at him like a comet falling from the skies, yet he showed no fear! As soon as the attacks struck, Derik could be seen flying out of the gray mist uncontrollably, crashing one of the hills surrounding the orc settlement.

Both his hands had been completely destroyed and at the moment, black blood flowed out of his injuries while chunks of rock from the hill crashed into him from above. Cyrus watched his blood flow like a stream, from the peak of the hill down to the river below!

Everything it made contact with rotted away the next instant and when his blood finally made contact with the river, it turned back and all aquatic life within it died instantly. It was clear the overseer had greater physical capabilities. 

To be able to deal this much damage to Derik whose physical capabilities were leaps and bounds above that of other gold realm masters was still too shocking for Cyrus. He watched Mol use the same attack and even then he couldn't put a scratch on Derik at all.

"I guess, the difference in realm really means a lot" Cyrus chuckled as he turned his attention to the orc chieftain.

At this point, he realized all the spots on his hand which had a claw mark on it were rotting and the overseer had to dig out those spots before the infection spread. At this point, his wounds were bleeding and Derik's attacks went so deep that Cyrus could see the overseer's bones.

"Well, well… He's not crazy after all" Cyrus chuckled as he slowly approached the overseer with his golden spear in his hands.

He still remained in his supreme deity form, and as he approached his golden light shone even brighter. Six pairs of golden wings began sprouting on his back as a second golden spear took form in his left hand,

"My friend here is hot-headed… I suggest you wait until he recovers… Until then, I'll be the one keeping you busy!" Cyrus declared confidently.