The massacre had been going on for a while now, and I wasn’t winning this one.
The Blue Sun had been taking down these guys like they were nothing, smashing their heads in and their innards with her hammer, spraying blue blood and viscera everywhere. However, the white of her teeth still showed as she was smiling ear to ear.
Our entire group was creating endless havoc inside the bastion, enough that all the Black Rakshasa were ordering the rest of the fiends to back away but they were too terrified and too overwhelmed to even act or react.
The Blue Sun’s Cultivators were mighty and strong and would kill anything that moved without holding back anything. And thanks to the sturdiness of the Bastion they could go all out without damaging it in the least.
I was being overtaken, and I wasn’t going to allow that.
"Poison Tiger Claw!" I shouted as I sliced both hands in a claw shape forward. Ten green energy blades shot out of the tip of my fingers, cutting and wounding any rakshasa in the way clearing up the path forward.
"I’ll go on ahead!" I shouted as I flew forward, destroying any Rakshasa in the way.
"Fist of Roaring Ki! Fist of Eternal Gold!" I shouted out as my fist pumped with enough energy matching that of a bright golden sun.
A torrent of pure energy and poison shot forward as it pulverized any white Rakshasa and blasted away all brutes and Silvers that were in the way, scorching them or at least breaking some of their bones.
I hastily hurried forward and forced my meridians to go into overdrive. "Madness of the Golden Titan," my heart pumped and I could hear it resounding from my ears, as my pale skin turned bright red, and my eyes turned completely white. Veins like green lava appeared on my body and every muscle on me shuddered and inflated.
However, there was one thing that was different from all the times I used Golden Titan’s Madness.
I didn’t lose my sanity. In fact, my mind was clear as day and my vision which had already turned capable of seeing half a second in the future was now able to see twice the time.
The rakshasa that appeared next to me had their chests caved in with a single palm strike as the Book of Body manifested its full potential when it came to using one’s strength.
I tore through the first few brutes and went toward the nearest Black Rakshasa, slamming both palms together right against its temples, popping it like a balloon.
A silver rakshasa tried to slice at me to which I simply parried and sent an upper palm blow right into its chin, then leg seeped it and let the Primordial Serpent God devour its head.
I was still not physically capable of destroying the armored body of a silver rakshasa, but the primordial Serpent God was more than capable of doing so with her sharp teeth.
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She too was as fluid as the wind, moving from one to the second, without uttering a single word nor showing any signs of exhaustion or tiredness. She had to give her the acknowledgment she needed as she was the final warrior of an entire race, left to fend against hordes of enemies by herself for god knows how many days.
And with her experience even if her body had a hard time following her commands to it, she was still outranking everyone including Shen Bao who was fast approaching.
Not to exclude Shen Bao’s friends, the old man named Fu was a close third, as he was pulverizing the rakshasas with pure martial force and savagery, every strike of his would not only always find its target, he was the epitome of a berserker who would trade blows, giving flesh but breaking bones.
Though wounded he never stopped, though old and seemingly rusty he still took down the enemies in rapid succession without a single weapon in hand, all via his fists.
Shen Bao was the fourth in the ranking and close to overtaking the old man, but he wasn’t the one that she needed to be worried of. It was actually Dao Shen, who was showing an incredible methodology of killing. He was sucking the very life out of every rakshasa and using their own energy to empower himself.
He was accelerating perpetually almost as he grew faster and stronger the more he feasted on the enemy.
If these guys were to grow a bit more, at least reach the Heaven Stage then they’d be a terrifying force to be reckoned with and it was bound to happen if nothing terrible were to happen.
The moment the thought had crossed her mind, something echoed in the far end of the corridor.
A loud soulless shrike of death and doom, and endless hunger. A soul-wrenching screech that would make a mortal die from sheer terror and even a cultivator below the Ascendant stage have their hair turn white.
It was worse than the soundless echo of death, it was the sound of complete annihilation a sound that causes the soul to feel terror. It was a fear of extinction from existence if they were to die to the owner of that screech.
Looking at it from afar, it was a Black Rakshasa with a golden cap for a head. One of the black rakshasas had turned to a noble and it was too fast for any of them to react to. The Black Rakshasa were cunning and smart and would always be there to guide and lead the rest of the enemy, and if left alone they’d be more than capable of reorganizing these troops into a proper fighting force.
She had to act and take it down, even if she had to use more of her cultivation losing this competition.
But before she could even move.
"MINE MINE MINE MINE!"
She heard as Shen Bao jumped forward into the fray.