To be honest, I didn’t know what exactly I was doing here. I just used the blood gushing out from the wound at my hand and started to form a symbol.
What I wanted was to control shadows. For so reason , three layered seals appeared in my mind when I thought about that.
Each seal was ford of a certain number of axial points. In the real world they were gigantic arrows. And inside my circle of blood, I just placed points in the form of small stars.
My circle wasn’t that big to start with. So I could only place seven points there before it looked crowded.
The points I placed were all on the rim of that bloody circle. Once I did that, the circle started to flash in a weird silver white light.
It ant it got connected to my spiritual energy and drained it out. I didn’t stop here as I was just starting.
I went inside and placed five more points, then drew a smaller circle connecting these dots together. Once I did that, the area in between the two circles got covered in a thick mbrane of my silver white energy.
It got connected, and it looked fine to . Yet it was far from over.
I placed three points at the inner zone, and drew a circle as well. Another mbrane appeared. The remaining area was so small to only allow for a single point to be placed there, and I surrounded it with a much smaller circle.
Coincidentally enough, this last dot and circle were exactly at the centre of my circles. The entire big circle was now filled with four mbranes, lined by three circles.
But I felt sothing was still missing. “I should link the circles together,” I thought to myself, “I should draw lines extending like this… connecting this dot with these three… these three with those five…” I kept extending lines using my blood.
My blood worked like it was a real material used for painting or sothing. As I finished connecting all the dots together, I didn’t feel the need to stop.
I drew lines from the outer rim of the circle, so many to look like they were hair. They extended to the air outside without getting connected with anything.
They looked like they were floating in the air, with so sort of power connecting all of them.
“What now?” I looked at all these densely drawn and stretched out lines without knowing what to do next.
[That god says that you should cover your fist with blood, and take control over the central axial point you drew at the centre]
Finally that damn god said sothing really useful at this mont. I didn’t hesitate and created a deeper wound at my hand, raising it in the air while closing my fist.
The blood covered up my fist and the next instant, I placed it over that point.
It felt like I was pushing against a soft dium, like I was placing my hand in jelly or sothing. At the sa ti, it felt like I got connected with sothing that I could control.
I got the urge to rotate my fist, and the mont I did that, the threads of blood extending out from my portal moved in response.
*Flash!* *Flash!* *Flash!*
Like real bolts of lighting, they all moved in unbelievable speed, reaching almost in the next second to the area I was looking at; that damn portal.
Just at these few minutes while I was trying and testing my new cultivation base, the enemy brought forth more weapons from the portal, pushing them outside to line up in wait for attack.
They were pushed by a large number of humans, getting protected by much more human forces there. My soulers were just having trouble dealing with these humans.
Instead of just flashing and killing them like they were nothing, they had to attack more than ten tis in a row to kill them.
As for Albany city monsters, they got killed and smashed by the strengthened human forces.
Yet that all stopped the mont my threads arrived there. I didn’t know how, but it felt like I got total control over all these threads and they could execute my thoughts.
And at this mont I held one simple thought in my mind; control these bastards’ shadows and control their movents.
In the next few monts, my threads attacked the shadows of many humans. Using my hawk eye skill at this mont, I saw my threads acting in the sa way as my soulers; jumping from one foe to another, jumping from one human to all those around them.
One got attacked, yet the rest standing around got attacked the next mont. Then those around these were attacked the next mont, and this kept going on in such a terrifying fast and smooth pace.
It seed that nothing in the world could stop my threads. Even that pressuring seal here failed to do that. When that leader of Hector race noticed what I was doing, he tried to attack my threads using everything he got.
He even launched attacks from his mighty weapons to try and contain or even damage my threads. But for a reason, everything thrown at my threads got passed through them like my threads weren’t even real.
That was just great news to , very, very bad to the enemy.
“That’s amazing,” I couldn’t control my excitent, especially when I saw all the humans attacked by my threads showing changes in their movents during the next few minutes.
They first grew sluggish, like they were resisting my threads. Their movent speed and actions grew slower and weaker, before they finally stopped moving.
They stood up in their places like they were waiting for sothing. I looked around using my hawk eye skill, not knowing how I could express my delight about that.
“Let try and give you orders then,” I thought about pushing my technique to the next level. “Go, smash all these big weapons to pieces!”
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