Novel Full Chapter 379: Is That All?
Chapter 379: Is That All?
The Slave Trade Guild members nearby screamed and retreated; afraid they would be dragged into the spell by mistake.
Even the two Scorpion Men paused for a brief instant, their savage eyes reflecting the raging blood storm. And without hesitation, they retreated with large steps.
The Young Lord’s face had turned pale, but his eyes burned with madness.
The spell consumed a lot.
Too much mana and spirit.
But he no longer cared.
If he allowed the Grim Reaper to continue controlling the battlefield, everyone would be slaughtered one by one.
Thus, he had to tear open the battlefield with overwhelming force.
He had to crush the undead elites.
He had to force him to make mistakes.
To make him realize he was nothing before him.
"Devour them!" the Young Lord roared.
Immediately, the blood tornado surged forward like a crimson beast opening its massive maw.
Wherever it passed, undead Dune Scorpions were lifted into the air and torn apart.
Their shells cracked.
Their limbs were ripped away.
Their bodies shattered under the pressure of the blood blades.
The undead Sanguine Vultures circling in the sky were forced to rise higher, avoiding the violent suction of the blood tornado.
For the first time since the battle began, the Slave Trade Guild members felt hope.
"Yes!"
"The Young Lord is unstoppable!"
"Kill the Grim Reaper!"
Their confidence returned for a breath. However, they failed to notice Thoren’s expression. Even with the deadly blood tornado, his expression had never changed.
Calm.
Too calm.
The bloody tornado was powerful.
There was no denying that.
Among all the awakeners he had faced on the second floor, the Young Lord’s profession was indeed rare and dangerous.
But power alone was not enough.
Slowly, he moved for the first time since the battle began.
He raised his hand slightly.
Whoosh!
Five undead shield soldiers appeared before him. Likewise, all the undead elite servants and soldiers returned toward him.
With the ten undead shield soldiers, their massive shields gleaming under the terrifying incoming bloody tornado, they formed a wall before the dune, their Top Bronze Grade shields slamming into the sand.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Behind them, the undead Storm Tyrant and all the other undead vanguards took their positions. As for the undead elite squad, Thoren decisively withdrew them back into his undead space.
Watching Thoren’s action, the Young Lord sneered.
"You think shields can stop my blood?"
The blood tornado roared louder, closing the distance.
Ten meters.
Five meters.
Three meters.
Then, Thoren’s voice sounded through the mental link.
"Hold."
Boom!
The blood tornado crashed into the shield wall.
The entire dune trembled.
A terrifying shockwave spread outward, throwing sand into the sky and forcing many Slave Trade Guild members to shield their faces.
Blood blades scraped against Bronze Grade shields, creating ear piercing sounds.
The sounds of bones cracking echoed continuously.
The undead shield soldiers were pushed back half a step.
Then they stopped.
The Young Lord’s sneer froze.
The blood tornado continued to roar, trying to swallow the shield wall whole. But the undead shield soldiers did not retreat again.
Their feet dug deep into the dune.
Their bodies trembled under the pressure.
Their shields groaned and sparked beneath the violent scraping of the blood blades.
Yet none of them collapsed.
None of them moved back.
To them, pain was meaningless.
To them, fear did not exist.
As long as Thoren commanded them to hold, they would hold until their bodies shattered completely.
Behind them, the undead Storm Tyrant raised its massive hammer with both hands. Its massive undead body creaked under the pressure.
’Chain Combo.’
Thoren commanded.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In two seconds, dozens of terrifying hammer strikes hit the bloody tornado, echoing loudly as if the world was coming to an end.
Each strike made the crimson storm tremble.
Each strike forced the spinning blood current to distort.
The blood tornado roared like a wounded beast, but the undead Storm Tyrant did not stop.
At the same time, the undead Royalty Stonewall’s blade flashed, cutting diagonally through the roaring crimson current.
A line appeared within the blood storm.
A thin crack.
Then a wider split.
The Young Lord’s eyes widened.
Impossible.
Before he could even process what was happening, the undead Elite Jackal Beastman struck from another angle with its deadly spiked club.
Then, the undead Guild Captain raised its heavy broadsword and struck.
Boom!
Finally, the undead Garron raised its new weapon.
A Top Bronze Grade butcher knife.
It slashed diagonally.
Boom!
The blood spell was cut apart.
Instantly, the blood tornado lost its power and fell to the ground, turning into a small river of blood.
Flowing down the dune.
The violent roar vanished.
The terrifying suction disappeared.
Only thick blood remained, sliding across the sand like a dying serpent.
Watching the scene, Thoren’s expression was still the same.
"Is that all?"
The words were calm.
Soft.
But to the Young Lord, they were more piercing than any blade.
His face twisted with rage.
Far from him, the few remaining Slave Trade Guild members could not believe their eyes.
"H-He survived it."
"How is..."
The Scorpion Men widened their eyes. They looked at the human, and the disdain in their eyes had vanished.
Against such a blood tornado, they would have been shredded into pieces.
Yet, this human defended against it easily.
No.
Not just defended.
He broke it apart.
That realization made the surviving enemies feel cold from their hearts.
The Young Lord’s breathing became heavier.
His fingers trembled slightly, not from fear, but from fury and disbelief.
He had never been humiliated like this.
He had never seen someone look at his blood spell as if it was merely an interesting performance.
The Grim Reaper’s calmness was more unbearable than mockery.
Suddenly, the ground began to come alive again. Blood rose from the ground, and the Young Lord was ready for another attack.
The blood gathered faster this time.
It crawled across the sand, rushed between corpses, and returned to him like loyal servants answering a furious king.
He wanted to chant again.
He wanted to drown the dune in blood.
He wanted to tear apart the shield soldiers, crush the Storm Tyrant, and drag Thoren down from that arrogant height.
Just then, the ground beneath him caved in, and a deep hole appeared.
This!
All the hair on his body stood on end.
His heart skipped a beat.
Instinctively, he reacted and commanded the flowing blood to come to his aid. Just as the blood was ready to wrap around his body, a figure appeared behind him.