Chapter 260 Hibernation

Chapter 260 Hibernation

Sylas took a breath, and his gaze sharpened. His Aether thrummed within him, and he felt his intent blazing.

He summoned the Basilisk King, and his Beast Totem appeared behind him. In that moment, the Basilisk King surged with power, and its golden eyes seemed to only become deeper.

After just a few minutes in the Hibernation Realm, it had already returned to a 100% state. In fact, Sylas was sure that even if it was completely drained, just 20 or 30 seconds would be enough.

However, its recovery ability wasn't the only thing that it could rely on.

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[Basilisk King (FFF-)]

[Level: 5]

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[Physical: 300]

>[Strength: 422]

>[Constitution: 473] Th.ê most uptodate novels are published on n(0)velbj)n(.)co/m

>[Dexterity: 149]

>[Speed: 156]

[Mental: 271]

>[Intelligence: 362]

>[Wisdom: 98]

>[Charisma: 353]

[Will: 650]

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The Basilisk King unleashed an almost manic howl. Its body expanded, and a set of golden eyes appeared to its back. At the same time, Sylas realized that the oppression of his Beast Totem had been transferred over to the Basilisk King in part.

At the same time, five pairs of <Chilling Scythe>'s appeared, slashing through the forest. But they were too far away; Sylas directly told the Basilisk King to ignore them.

As expected, the steel blue scythes collided with the trees, exploding with a chilling aura, but never managed to make it to them.

"Retreat," Sylas commanded, and the two slipped backward. His eyes continued to dart around as the five cobras swiftly closed in. But at the same time, he could feel that more were coming.

The air was only becoming chillier. The Portal alone was a heavy influence, the fact that winter was on its way was another, but right here, right now, the cobras were definitely the largest culprits.

Sylas could feel a looming gaze coming toward him from the distance, and it made his hair stand on end. However, it was precisely this that spurned him on.

'Come on.'

Sylas barely registered the thought. It came on its own accord, but he felt fed up with everything in this world already. A Maddened glint lit in his eyes, and the Gluttony Seed churned.

Five cobras shot toward them, and because they were retreating backward, they caught up in barely a few seconds. But that much was fine; Sylas was already expecting this.

Five <Chilling Scythe>'s appeared again, but this time they didn't seem dodgeable.

"Tank it," Sylas called out while summoning a <Solidify> for himself. He rushed toward two of the Cobras.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Two of the scythes landed on his shield, and three landed on the Basilisk King's body. But aside from a small crackle of ice, nothing more came. Sylas' understanding of these techniques was already deep. He knew that in the Basilisk King's current state, it would take much more to harm it.

The two moved in opposite directions, and Sylas' Scorned Wraps flashed.

Three ballista bolts targeted a single cobra, and Sylas descended onto the other with a vicious fist.

He sensed the <Arctic Howl> even before it came. He cast <Momentum Shift> on one of his ballista bolts, and his fist reeled back in a perfect feint.

Both Arctic King Cobras cast the defensive Skill at the same time, but they mistimed it.

Sylas activated Tail Whip for the first time in a long while and drove a leg right through the head of the cobra.

At the same time, two ballista bolts rebounded off the body of the second cobra, only for the third to wait out the duration of its Skill and suddenly drill through its eye socket.

Sylas didn't even wait for them to hit the ground, turning back with a fiery light in his eyes.

Three cobras had leapt onto the body of the Basilisk King while one hung from its maw.

More Arctic King Cobras slithered toward them through the trees, and right behind them, a menacing presence loomed.

The Arctic Emperor Cobra and five of its Level 10 elites.