Chapter 256 - Crusade Under The Stary Sky Part Two

He mechanically walked toward the massive wall that protected the city. And before long, he arrived at the place where he had stood many times in the past days. He couldn't help but feel at daze when he looked at the glinting sun that hung high the sky, he couldn't help but feel strangely at ease, and before long, a shiver traversed his body as he physically could be seen twitching slightly.

"Ugh…", his eyes blanked for a split second. And before long, his eyes closed and he opened them once again, only this time there seem to exist a purple layer overlaying his amber colored eyes.

"This sensation…", he mumbled as he felt a shiver coming from his own soul. It seemed as if the origin of soul persona had been split in half, with both sides being the sole evolution that his ego body could potentially turn into. His lips moved, forming a bitter grin that minutely twitched, and he couldn't help but sigh before resuming his steps.

"Who would have thought that my breakthrough would begin now…", he thought as he continued walking. "I can sense that the moment my shift of mind would come to a stop, a change will happen, and I will be forced to take one decision…", he mumbled in a low tone that couldn't be heard by anyone.

Before long, he was already in the middle of mindlessly ascending the steep wall. And before long, he stood on top of it with the view of the outside wastelands entering his eyes.

"Just as I guessed…", he thought while noticing that the number of the beasts surrounding the city had drastically thinned. "I don't know if it's the same degree in the other defensive outpost, but I'm positive on one thing.", he exclaimed softly with a severe expression.

"The thinner the beast wave will be. The stronger the average beast in it will be…", he mumbled as he noticed the signature energy of the beast in front of him.

"One night had past, and the average strength of those beasts had grown to this point. What will happen in two days, three days… A week?!", he thought as his hand moved toward his lips. His finger lightly tapped in rhythm on his chin as he began expanding his area of soul detection.

The further his senses left his body. His face turned darker and darker as he began noticing many blood essence signature in the distance. "What the hell are those monsters!?", he thought as a shiver traversed his body.

"How did they manage to evolve to this state in one day!?", he thought as he couldn't help but feel fear toward the beast wave in front of his eyes. "Where did they come from?", he mumbled as he couldn't help but ask himself about those specific beasts origin.

"Those are the true beast wave!", he mumbled as he felt the strong aura blink in the distance. "Yet they don't seem as though they are going to participate…", his heart sank in his chest. "They are too strong for this city!", he mumbled as he felt an alarm rang in his head.

He broke off the blood detection technique, and his body resumed motion as he darted in a dash before jumping outside of the wall. His figure pierced through air as he seemed to turn into a seamless breeze of wind that disappeared before reappearing in the soft mud near the base of the wall.

"This!?", he exclaimed as he felt the after taste of what he had done. As he jumped out of the wall, an exhilarating expression had coursed through his body, and he managed to execute something he had tried doing many times in the past. Breaking through the limitation made on the body by the air friction had always been one of Fell's main preoccupation when it came to developing his movement technique.

However, he had never managed actually to accomplish anything and had only been randomly thinking about many possibilities. But strangely, those ideas all ended into failures, but somehow, managed to accumulate into foundations for his research on that subject.

In the moment where he had jumped, it was as if he entered a state similar to having an epiphany. It lasted for a split second, but that moment had marked itself deeply in the young cultivator's thought. He felt as if he had turned into a matter that couldn't be blocked by the fine particle that existed everywhere around him.

"This… It's actually like this…", he mumbled once again as he darted in a run. His speed broke through the limit, but he could still feel that the air around him was constraining him, tightening around his skin. That friction might be minute when walking, but as his speed rose to terrifying height, it began forming a barrier that couldn't be blocked.

"I'll try it again!", he thought as he fell in deep reminiscence of the sensation that coursed through his body. He was looking deep in the memory existing in every fiber of muscles, energy, or spectral matter than composed his body.

His body slowed down for a second, and the next moment, It seemed as if a delicate invisible membrane had surrounded his body, Sheltering it from the friction that holds down his speed. In that moment, an explosion resounded from the air around him, and the youth turned into a speeding wind that ran toward the beasts.

The execution of the air breaking technique as he would later name it wasn't perfect, as he clearly lacked proficiency due to being its first time using it. Its effect was still a feat to be reckoned too as it caused Fell to acquire an incredible boost to his already lightning-fast speed.

The many beasts in the distance turned more prominent and larger as he approached the ongoing battlefield. A sharp glint appeared on his right hand, and he took three steps in a strange pattern the moment he was a hundred meters away from a deadly looking bear standing on his two feet.

'Ghostly Stutter' didn't raise his speed but wholly erased his presence just before he entered the battlefield from the flank of the beast wave. His first target had already been chosen, and it could be seen roaring from a towering four meter height as it was making her way toward the army of MechSuit in the distance.

In a split second, the distance was crossed, and Fell's blade had appeared in an elusive manner near the thick spiked fur of the mutated beast. The soft light coming from the tip of the sword didn't even make contact with the fur near the beast's throat as it was already splitting away from Fell's sword intent.

The inevitable happened, and the sword made contact with the thick beast's skin and hard muscles. He felt a soft yet firm resistance on the end part of his sword that caused his sword to stop a few inches deep inside the creature's neck.

The wound might sound dangerous for the creature, but its size was truly ridiculous compared to the bear's humongous height.

Fell released a coarse grunt, and the next moment, streams of heaven and earth energy coursed through his meridians. The sword intent surrounding his sword thickened and turned sharper as Fell injected more will on his sword. All of this took time to explain, but it indeed happened in a split second.

In a single moment, Fell released the entirety of his cultivation and released a wide slash that cut through the creature's thick bones with ease. As soon as he slaughtered the beast, his might reduced as his cultivation base was restrained.

"I need to manage my stamina. Those beasts are forcing me to execute blows with my full might…", he thought with bitterness flooding his heart. "Sadly, this wouldn't have been a trouble if my body wasn't this void of blood essence."

But he still had to accept the harsh reality as he knew that his body wouldn't recover in a few day from such expenditure. Unless he consumed rare resources, he would need a minimum of a month to recover with a standard nutrition program. But that time would be significantly lengthened if his body continued receiving injuries and loose blood.

His deeply breathed a fresh breath of air in his air; his powerful muscles tightened around his lung as the area around his lips turned into a space void of any air. A chilling sensation coursed through his mind, and once again he decided to delve in the battlefield to turn down the voices in his head.

"This is the only way…", he thought as he turned into a wisp of air that coursed through many creatures in a complex path. His elusive movement made him turned into a seamless ghost of the battlefield. After his passage, the strong monstruosities would fall down with an ungodly amount of blood released from their bodies.