Chapter 264 Before and After

Chapter 264 Before and After

Sylas' Runes danced around him, keeping the Domain at bay. But what they didn't do was stop the coming cobras; they had no ability to do this. They were perfect counter to the Ice-Poison, not the beasts themselves.

He had completely come to comprehend the Ice-Poison Rune thanks to over a day of study, but he had never come across something that would work against physical beings. Or rather, he could form the Ice-Poison Rune with some effort, but what use would it have against creatures that were immune to it? Sylas didn't even want to use poison in general against them because he knew that they were likely to be highly resistant.

However, it didn't matter. The moment they stepped into his small little Domain, they lost the support of the Arctic King Cobra's Domain and their power plummeted once again.

[Arctic King Cobra (FFF-)]

[Level: 10]

[Physical: 273]

[Mental: 345]

[Will: 301]

They were truly monstrous creatures. However, before Sylas' Beast Totem...

[Arctic King Cobra (FFF-)]

[Level: 10]

[Physical: 55]

[Mental: 69]

[Will: 60]

And in such a situation, they might as well have been putty in his hands.

BANG! BANG!

He cast <Stunning Spike> on one. In its confusion, it couldn't even react as Sylas' foot stamped down on its head, turning it into a blood mist.

The others bit at him, but they seemed to have forgotten that he wasn't just a close-range master. After securing his landing spot, he summoned several ballista bolts. With a BANG!, their heads exploded.

Sylas looked up with bloodshot eyes. His focus seemed to have reached an unprecedented level. His body often moved without his thought, but when it did move with his intentions, it followed it with movement as fluid as water and as formless as the wind.

He could emit 110% of his power, no matter the angle, no matter the circumstance. It was a state of complete and absolute oneness with oneself.

This time, when Sylas visualized all those skilled fighters, he could mimic their movements one for one. When he felt that his body aligned with their movements, he would keep them. When he felt that they weren't just right for him, he would discard them.

One enemy came, so he killed one.

If two came, he killed two.

He stood like a towering mountain, ready to face anything.

The Arctic Emperor Cobra's <Arctic Howl> had blown apart the forefront of his own small Domain. That was because the Skill was built on a foundation of Ice-Poison, so when it took action, it was countered by Sylas' own Runes.

Thanks to that, Sylas had managed to survive after just a small loss of blood and aches.

But also thanks to that, his Domain had all but crumbled and he had to expend another large amount of Aether stamping down Runes to build it up again. Thanks to that, the cobras continued to swarm him, tying him down and each one wanting to take a bite out of him.

That was when he felt it.

Ten seconds were up.

Fusion.

Sylas felt a roaring heat rampage through his body and two seconds later, a swarm of black scales took shape on his. His muscles bulged, and he howled.

Tail Whip.

His black tail lashed out, and the head of an Arctic King Cobra was blasted apart.

The last cobra elite had fallen, and suddenly, the Arctic Emperor Cobra moved as well, the last of its shackles being undone.