Chapter 602 May The War Begin

Chapter 602 May The War Begin

The Teleporters writhed in pain as the Extraction Aura impacted heavily.

They tried using their Soultraits to escape Michael's grasp but their energy storages were drained and their energy paths had been blocked. Even their Runic Gate access had been blocked with the poison. There was not a single path of escape left.

Their eyes landed on the Lord of the Untamed Jungle. The monstrosity. The devil.

He went all out to obliterate Kivan and the last Teleporter, extracting their Soultraits while they were still alive. The shock of losing a part of their being and the tremendous pain inflicted alongside ended their lives in one of the most miserable ways possible.

Michael didn't have to go that far, but he wasn't willing to give them an easier death. They didn't deserve to die easily.

He stored their Soultraits away and consumed the large SoulStar Fragments he'd extracted.

"Is revenge satisfactory or not? Why don't I feel better?" Michael grit his teeth.

Taking revenge for Liopham and Pheli was good. It was great that the Teleporters were dead and that they wouldn't harm anyone ever again. However, killing them didn't bring Liopham and Pheli back. They were dead. Even revenge didn't change that fact.

"These weak bastards managed..."

Michael cursed under his breath.

He knew that the Teleporters hadn't been weak. They were Peak Tier-3 Awakened with useful Soultraits, great Artifacts and lots of experience. It was just their misfortune to encounter someone like Michael. Michael had 10 Soultraits. Extraction was 7-Star, and both Spirit Eyes and Superior Constitution were 6-Star. His remaining Soultraits were all 5-Star Soultraits.

Each of his Soultraits was quite powerful in its way, and he could use two Soultraits to strengthen his other Soultraits temporarily. Last but not least, Michael had the Cursed Seals that released a portion of Extraction's limit once he unleashed them.

If that was not enough to demonstrate Michael's superiority, he had Soul Techniques as well. The Council of Xylon didn't possess any Soul Techniques. The Teleporters might have been highly experienced, but they couldn't do anything against Michael. He was on a whole different level!

"Fuck this shit..." Michael cursed, kicking the dead bodies once he extracted their War Runes' storages. He left them for the Untamed Jungle to consume and returned to the massacre he had left behind when he killed the 500 Summons and Awakened.

"If we don't support them soon they'll be killed either way. Do you think the Zentika Empire is not prepared against the High Beasts? They've already suffered a feisty defeat after underestimating the Untamed Jungle once. They'll eradicate the High Beast Horde quicker than you may think," Michael uttered also pointing at one particular red dot.

It was a large red dot from one of the Untamed Jungle's High Beasts. The red dot charged into the huge mass of red dots from the Zentika Empire...and disappeared after a few seconds.

"Oh...fuck..." Frederik cursed, and Michael just nodded.

"Gather with the Untamed Awakened if you want to battle with them. You can also shift with the Forest Elves and focus on ranged attacks. Aeroan is the most suitable for large-scale attacks. Use the Untamed Jungle's environment to your advantage and take the most annoying Summons out. I cannot get a good measurement of their strength from the mass of red dots but most enemies seem to be at the 2nd Tier, Late, or Peak rank. Take them by surprise and overwhelm them with your Soultraits!" Michael advised his friend.

He looked deep into Frederik's azure eyes and repeated the most important aspect.

"Don't die." Michael ordered, "Otherwise, I will find and kill you myself!"

Frederik grinned brightly at Michael, who could only shake his head. There was no time to smile.

"Go."

Frederik didn't wait a single second longer. He continued to smile but turned around on his heels and controlled the winds around him. He kicked the ground and turned into a flash the moment his feet left the ground.

Michael took a deep breath, his eyes lingering on the Pillar of Territorial Awareness' map.

"So, it has finally started..." He mumbled, the cogs in his mind turning.

The corner of his lip curled upward.

The long-awaited prey finally came to him on its own.

"Took you long enough."