Chapter 87 - A False Advantage

Chapter 87 - A False Advantage

With a monstrous roar, a mass of black cloaks surged forward, like crazed piranhas pouncing on their prey in the water.

"Who are you?!" roared Belon, the Wind Elephant Sect's sect master. No one on the opposite side responded, like they were beasts that didn't understand human speech. Belon whipped around to look at the four elders beside him. The five of them exchanged glances, their auras gradually intensifying. A powerful martial aura burst from their bodies.

"Take them down!!!"

The high-ranking members of the Wind Elephant Sect charged forward as one, emitting a terrifying and powerful aura. The energy radiating off their bodies were like boiling cauldrons, creating deep craters in the ground with each step that they took. Mud and water splashed everywhere, the ground constantly rumbling.

"How dare you provoke the Wind Elephant Sect! You are courting death!" Belon's clothes exploded off his body, and his muscles rapidly swelled. His muscular bare upper body resembled a black suit of armor, raindrops evaporating instantly upon contact.

He stomped on the ground, the explosive thud creating a deep pit in the soft mud. In an instant, Belon appeared in front of a cloaked figure, casting a large shadow with his arms spread.

Boom!!!

Like a battering ram, a fist came crashing down in the rain. The cloaked figure suddenly shrunk by half. The upper half of his body folded in, turning the clothes and lacerated muscle into a bloody mess.

Blood splattered all over Belon's upper body, but the torrential rain soon washed it away. His bloodshot eyes locked onto another target and he shot forward like an arrow.

"Severing Flow!" Twin black arcs sliced through the rain. The two cloaked figures in front of Belon froze, then collapsed to the ground with a thud. Blood gushed out like fountains from their severed bodies.

With Belon swinging his hands around like blades, no one dared to get close to him. He was like a sharp and powerful war weapon as he and the other four elders pierced through the enemy formation.

But it wasn't enough; there were too many cloaked figures. One after another, they charged out of the rain, attacking wildly.

At least half of the roughly one hundred cloaked figures in the ambush were already incapacitated and lying in the mud. It seemed like the massacre wasn't too difficult to deal with. With some effort, might the Wind Elephant Sect be able to kill all of their attackers?

"Huff, huff, huff..." Wheezing sounds echoed in the rain.

Cassius quickly turned his head, scanning behind him. The cloaked figure was trembling slightly from where he lay prone on the ground, a gaping hole in his chest. The light red blood began to coalesce, squirming like mud, and crawling back into the body.

Bubbles gurgling from the yawning chasm in his chest, the cloaked figure suddenly lurched back to life. He slapped a palm on the ground, flipping himself upright. His cloak was half destroyed, the rain soaking into the large swaths of white bandages underneath.

Instantly, the bandages were dyed red like paint. The cloaked figure began to swell rapidly, his bones making cracking sounds as he grew to two meters tall. Although his entire body was wrapped in bandages which made it hard to see his exact appearance, the tightly wrapped cloth accentuated twisted and menacing bones, along with steel needle-like bristles poking through.

"Roar!!!" He bellowed toward the sky. In the next moment, he lowered his head, locking his evil, blood-red eyes on Cassius. They were filled with a wicked hunger.

"I... I will eat you! Eat you!!!"

In a flash, he shot forward like a cannonball. Cassius instantly vanished from where he was standing, and the two collided fiercely in the pouring rain.

Boom!!!

The two equally sturdy arms clashed like steel.

"Accelerated blood flow! Wind Owl!"

Cassius's eyes instantly turned blood-red as he roared and punched, the immense force slamming into the cloaked figure's chest. It was like a cannonball ripping through, shattering his ribs and heart before finally penetrating through his back like an iron rod, and spraying a large amount of blood everywhere.