Chapter 234 - Ominous Charms Part One

He broke through the small group of fierce beast assaulting. He stepped twice in a single beat and executed a swift pirouette with his sword following his move. Blood splashed everywhere around him, with dozens of creatures split open without any difficulty.

Fell's nose twitched a few times, and he couldn't help but feel that his odor had changed.

"What the hell happened to my body?", he thought while sniffing at himself a few times. But, the fierce monsters around him didn't leave him any free time and jumped at him with claws aimed at his neck and head.

He swatted them with ease, not even using the edge of his sword. But as soon as he took one out, another creature would take place in its stead; Leaving the young cultivator no time to advance.

"Crap!", he cursed as he felt a sharp claw graze his back. Thankfully, his muscles were strong enough and managed to repel the sharp extremity of the beast's paw.

He turned around and hacked twice in a single beat, turning the beast into a mess of mushed flesh and broken bones. He puffed a few times, and for the first time on the battlefield, he felt himself get overrun by the hundreds of monsters surrounding him.

"I can't die in this place.", he thought while feeling the mass of numerous beast constrict around his thin figure. A sensation, akin to claustrophobia, took over his mind, and he couldn't help but feel the need to take a breath. Sadly, in the middle of the ball of beasts that had overrun his figure, his diaphragm and throat didn't seem to be capable of doing their work.

Groans of pain and discomfort were the only thing that escaped his lips. "Crap-crap-crap-crap- This is dangerous…", His mind constantly rung with an alarm that the current situation was getting out of his control.

His bones creaked and produced numerous pop that was akin to his own body screaming in pain. He felt as if the pressure that surrounded his body would soon raise to a point where he would turn flat.

"Little Gold. Send me everything.", he ordered in panic. His hair spiked, and golden colored veins popped under his skin; the temperature surrounding his body rose in the blink of an eye, turning the creatures in contact with him into charcoal.

He felt their blood essence extinguish, but that didn't help his situation as he was still constricted by their enormous weight. Thankfully, as a cultivator, his body continued tremendous resources to maintain itself alive. But in the dangerous battlefield, a situation like these was vowed to turn worse with time.

Lightning didn't aid him, and the situation turned even more urgent. He swiftly ordered Little Gold to stop and began thinking in a speedy manner. Hundreds of plans arose in his mind, and he entered a hyper-focused state in a split second.

Due to the urgency of the situation, he didn't find it difficult to enter the mystical, physical state where his brain overclocked itself. A fresh sensation arose in his thought, followed a clarity and fluidity in his train of thought that he had rarely attained.

But following those signs of amelioration in his mind. A grating and burning sensation arose in his body, and before long, he began hearing strange pops. As if his own neuron were being fried by the overuse of his brain.

"The short sword!", he thought in a split second before gazing at his dantian. "I've got nothing to lose if I try it!", he assessed in a split second before making contact with the artifact that he had been refining in his energy nucleus.

The small, yet sharp artifact that was hovering quietly in his dantian flashed with luminous light. As if sensing the urgency in its master's order, it turned into a wisp of light that coursed through his meridian. It flew inside of his energy pathway at an incredible speed and was moving in the direction of a few pathways that led to the young cultivator's head.

In the center of the mass of dark creatures, Fell opened his mouth with difficulty, and a ray of sharp light flew out of it. In a split second, the sharp tiny sword pierced through the mass of bodies and escaped from their grasp.

As soon as it flew out. The sun's soft light shone on its surface, and its sharp edges reflected the light from the burning astral star. "Turn everything into bits!", a strange misshapen roar escaped from Fell's lips. His eyes had since long turned red, and his bulging veins akin to worms had appeared on the surface of his body.

As soon as the order was ushered. The little sword turned, once again, into a sharp ray of light, it swiftly attained a speed faster than when it escaped from the mass of the hundreds of creature's bodies. It made contact with the outer layer of the body in an instant, and once again delved deep in the mass of flesh and bone.

Howls and roars of the dying creature were muffled due to the lack of space inside of the ball of corpses. Fell sensed the artifact pierce through dozens of corpse in a split second, and with each second passing, dozens of blood essence would extinguish.

"Faster! Faster! Faster! Faster!", he ordered. He was feeling that his body wouldn't hold another minute under the enormous weight that was holding him back. His intent seemed to attain the tiny artifact, and sharp and deadly intent flashed around the sword. Aided with his own developed sword intent, the tiny sword turned into a blinding ray of light.

Every time the sword would make contact with a beast's body. The creature would shiver for a second, before exploding into a mess of blood and innards. A minute passed, then it was two, and just as Fell felt his mind go blank, a piercing ray of light appeared in his sight. And the light from the firmament shined on his dirtied face.