Chapter 87 87 Battles X

Chapter 87 Chapter 87 Battles X

But they kept coming- and coming. Each wave more bloodthirsty than the previous ones. Monica's arms began to grow dangerously heavy- like her hands were suddenly too heavy for her. Her thundering explosions began grow weaker and weaker.

"Ni Yang!" she shrieked above the cataclysm of explosions and death; "Please tell me you have an actual plan here!"

She now acknowledged him.

"Keep going," he rasped under his breath; "You'll see the sign soon enough. . ."

Leaning to her sides, and with a despicable sneer all over her face, she trained her explosions into a kind of spread.

Evenly, she distributed the mini bombs within the semi-circle of her reach- protecting Nexus' back, as he did her own. But the strain began to tell on her. Her knees buckled. Her weak explosion failed to bomb a wolf completely, so its burning body came charging right at her through the smoke and debris.

"Ni Yang!" she shrieked as she ducked.

"I got you!" He spun around.

She went low, he went high. His flaming sword sliced the burning wolf's head clean off. Monica gasped. He was still full of energy?!

Nexus was.

In fact, he was very much still at the top of his game. His speedy motions became so fast- he was practically a human blur.

Fueled by a savage rush, he gripped his sword hilt excitedly as he slashed and slashed through the unending streams of black wolves. His velocity was dangerously approaching the speed of sound. He was virtually seeing the enemies in slow motion.

But unfortunately, the same could not be said of his partner.

The redhead was growing weaker and weaker with each attack.

Eventually, her eyes twitched and her stomach churned- she tuned out the flow of energy that brought forth the explosion. Like a trainee at a gym, she lifted up her hands to her sides, and began to fight like a muggle.

Really, it was more of defensive maneuvering than fighting.

At that moment, Nexus dropped his flaming sword, and rained down hellfire.

His red Heavenly Flames swept with the ferociousness of an industrial flame thrower. Eyes blazing like a crazed arsonist, Our from his shoulders, arms and hands, pillars of fire shot out in wide streams, rushing out like a comet, and burning the wind wolves.

Once again, the landscape was alight with the overwhelming light and force of the fire storm.

Behind him, she cried;

"SWITCH POSITIONS!"

Instantly she dropped to her knees, and covered her ears as Nexus swirled in her direction- utterly eviscerating the black devils.

Still, they came.

Continuously!

In the light of the moon, and rushing along the open grasslands, the wind wolves looked like a stream of unending giant rats- rushing out of a sewage tank like a black plague! Right into the burning judgement of the fire storm.

Under the pale moonlinght, a shiny armor of glistening sweat broke out all over Nexus' body. The deafening rush of adrenaline roared in his ear- blasting through like the violent rushing of a waterfall.

All around him and Monica, the burned, mangled, sliced corpses of C-rank wolves began to stack up in jagged piles. Maintaining his position, eyes aflame, shoulder muscles bulging, and with both his muscled arms stretched out, Nexus' storm of fire raged out of his arms- like he was a human flamethrower.

Gushing out in thick powerful streams, the crimson red fire lighted up the valley in the shade of blood- momentarily casting a red glow on the entire meadow.

Even breathing became an issue.

The swishing of roaring flames seemed to burn up the very air itself- sucking out the oxygen in the troposphere, and filling the air with the cackling sound of burning flesh. In that very moment, Nexus looked like a maniac.

Grinning like the grinch, eyes blazing like twin torches, and jaws clenched in perverse pleasure, he looked every inch like an agent of destruction. And he was enjoying the conflagration thoroughly.

Not until he caught a glimpse of Monica.

She was curled up at his knees, bent in a crouch, and hands covering her ears- protecting her eardrums from the deafening roar of the Heavenly Flames' rage.

Nexus' throat bulged and his qi retracted a bit- causing him to reduce the intensity of his flames a little.

Shit!

Damn it!

He had to end this quickly for Monica's sakes.

His arms dropped even lower, and the burning intensity of his flames took a dip. Nexus' sweaty brows drew close together, and his eyes sank even deeper back in his shadowed sockets;

'Should I use the flying sword technique now?' his mind raced wildly; 'Is it time? It could all be over in a minute. . .'

As he began to brainstorm, the entire terrain- which had been previously lighted up, gradually began to slip back into the comfortable gloom of the darkness. In that split second, about a ten yards behind the advancing wind wolves, about a dozen set eyes unfolded- like the awakening of sleeping mythical beasts.

These six sets of eyes glistened in the darkness.

At the far back, way behind the last rows of C-rank wolves- standing on all fours, arraigned side by side in a horizontal formation, was the elite death squad of the pack; twelve humongous B-rank LEADING WOLVES.

They had remained silently lodged at the back- watching the battle with intelligent eyes, patiently waiting like black serpents in the grass.

When Nexus' flames went out, they took that as their cue.

With the majesty of young prancing lions, with the confidence of boat sized dragons, their humongous forms emerged from the darkness and stepped into the scene. Bushy tails swinging unhurriedly behind them, they gingerly placed each of their long powerful legs before them, dragging their big hairy bodies, stealthily edging their way towards Nexus- with death in their eyes.

Cruelty was their presence.

In the darkness, through the tall grasses on the northern flank, their massive black bodies slowly closed in on Nexus.

Luckily for Nexus, (even though he was completely oblivious of the death squad approaching from his blindside), it was at that very moment he had decided to take things serious.

At first, he wanted to use the flying sword technique.

He was going to wrap it in a dense pillar of Heavenly Flames, and send the fiery sword on a murderous rage.

But the edges of his lips spread farther wide- sneering in a wicked grin as an even more wicked idea formed in his head;

The water gourd.

He didn't allow himself the luxury of second guessing or even thinking it over.

Completely overriding his brain, his central nervous system immediately hijacked his body, directing his arms, and elbows like a puppet master.

In his hands, the water gourd suddenly appeared from the spatial storage system. Tingling with excitement, Nexus' twitchy fingers closed in on the fist sized artifact, wrapping the span of his hands around it, until it was clasped firmly in both hands.

With his heart beating frantically, and every blood vessel in his body expanding to accommodate his rising blood pressure, Nexus took a deep breath and muttered to himself;

"Okay baby, now's the time to shine. . .here goes nothing. . ."