Chapter 213 First time being wounded?

Chapter 213 First time being wounded?

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Oliver's pulse quickened. He could feel the weight of the dark espera pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. The creature's dark espera tried to crush him, bearing down like a weight on his chest. He needed to weaken it, or else it would be difficult to get close. Each breath felt heavier, the air around him thickening with the creature's corruption. Dark espera was especially harmful to exorcists with pure, untainted espera.

He needed something more. Something potent enough to burn away this darkness. He raised his hand, black flames dancing at his fingertips.

[Holy Flames of Nightmare]

With a sharp thrust of his palm, the black flames burst forth and engulfed the chimera. The flames roared to life, scorching the ground beneath them as they wrapped around the creature. The flames howled as they licked at the dark espera, burning through the corrupted energy. For a moment, Oliver thought he had gained the upper hand. The chimera staggered, its grotesque form jerking as the holy flames gnawed at its flesh. The chimera staggered, its movements growing sluggish as the holy flames feasted on its defenses.

But then, with a bone-chilling roar, the creature surged forward, seemingly unfazed by the damage it had taken. It powered through the fire, a primal fury driving its limbs. It didn't stop. Instead, it let out a deafening roar that almost shattered Oliver's ears.

With a furious bellow, the chimera lunged through the fire, ignoring the damage. Its claws came down like hammers, savage and fierce. Those terribly sharp claws scraped against Oliver's arm, tearing through his cloak and drawing blood.

"What?"

Pain flared up his arm, sharp and searing, as the creature's claws ripped into him.

The searing pain jolted him as he was thrown back by the force of the blow. He skidded across the dirt, his breath ragged, eyes narrowing at the creature that now loomed over him. It was growing wilder, losing control, the dark espera around it pulsating violently. It was clear that the chimera was losing control, slowly going berserk.

Oliver dashed forward, calling upon his palm technique. His movements were swift, a blur of energy and precision as he closed in. His eyes locked onto the chimera's eerie, human-like eyes, determination burning behind his [Cosmic Void Gaze]. He wouldn't use it recklessly, just enough to seize the creature's attention and daze it.

[Eternal Twelve Lies Palm]

The air shimmered around Oliver's outstretched hand as twelve massive spectral giants appeared, their palms mirroring his own strike. Each palm was a projection of pure, condensed force, aiming to crush the chimera beneath their might. They descended on the chimera all at once, their blows crashing into the creature's body with the force of a mountain. The ground shook with each impact as the chimera howled in agony, its grotesque mouths twisting and contorting, unable to process the overwhelming assault.

But even as the illusions struck, Oliver could feel it. The chimera's body was far from breaking. It was a beast driven by pure, chaotic hunger. The dark espera swirled violently around it, resisting the attack. The creature's body cracked, but it did not fall.

A piercing shriek escaped the chimera's mouth as it curled its body to avoid the assault and minimize the damage. Its survival instincts were still intact, impressive for something so twisted. Even without intellect, it knew how to do such things, which impressed Oliver to some extent.

Oliver staggered back, panting, sweat dripping from his brow. He had used too much espera already.

His energy reserves were draining faster than he anticipated. It was most likely due to the excessive dark espera clouding his surroundings.

Had there been another Rank-1 exorcist in his place, they would have long since drained their espera and become the chimera's breakfast.

"I can't keep up this pace forever..." he muttered, glaring at the creature as it rose from the aftermath of the palm strikes. Its eyes blazed with an unholy rage, its body pulsating with malevolent energy. Its eyes burned with rage, the dark espera around it swelling with malevolent energy. It was more ferocious now, the damage only making it more dangerous.

Even without intelligence, the chimera already viewed him as a huge threat to its own existence, and its desire to kill surged even more.

But...

Did Oliver care?