Chapter 1257: Impregnating hatred Chapter 1257: Impregnating hatred Cain continued smiling as the rest of the Frostbound Sentinels lunged toward him, attacking from every direction.
He imdiately moved, dodging all their attacks and countering.
Covering his arms in black energy, the scarlet dragon delivered strikes that sent the Frostbound Sentinels flying away.
His attacks did not have the overwhelming power from before-not because he was tired or lacked strength, but because he did not need it.
Cain’s smile widened as he saw all the Frostbound Sentinels rise from the ground and lunge toward him again, but slower this ti.
The reason was obvious: the black energy.
That was Cain’s hatred, sothing he could tap into thanks to his partial understanding of the Oniric Truth of Hatred. He channeled his emotions into his attacks, infusing them into the frozen aura of the Frostbound Sentinels.
Of course, that made the frozen aura’s defensive capabilities much stronger, but due to its nature and connection to the Oniric Truth of Hatred, an excess of power led to failure.
‘To surpass this trial, I needed to understand the drawback of hatred and how to send mine to others,’ Enlightennt filled Cain’s mind.
He felt thrilled to have finally uncovered the key behind the first of the Frozen Abyss’s trials, and without hesitation, he lunged toward the Frostbound Sentinels.
The sentinels charged at him, their massive icy forms glinting in the dim light.
Cain t them head-on, weaving through their attacks with ease.
With each clash, he delivered precise strikes, allowing his hatred-infused energy to seep into their frozen auras.
As his fists connected with their bodies, the black energy spread over them like a creeping shadow.
One sentinel swung a colossal arm at him, but Cain sidestepped effortlessly, planting his palm against its chest.
A surge of black energy pulsed into the creature, causing its movents to slow.
Another sentinel ca from behind, but Cain anticipated it, spinning around to deliver a backhanded strike that sent it staggering.
With every exchange, the Frostbound Sentinels beca more sluggish.
The black energy made their frozen auras denser, turning their protective shields into burdenso weights.
Cain grabbed one sentinel by the arm and hurled it into another, the two crashing into an icy spire that collapsed upon impact.
The battlefield echoed with the sounds of cracking ice and the heavy thuds of falling giants.
Cain’s movents were fluid and confident, a stark contrast to the increasingly clumsy motions of his opponents.
He leaped into the air, bringing his heel down upon the head of a sentinel, the force driving it into the ground.
Black energy seeped from his foot into the creature, further solidifying its aura.
Soon, the sentinels found themselves encased in their own defenses.
The once-protective frozen auras had beco thick layers of ice that immobilized them.
One by one, they stopped moving, trapped within icy prisons of their own making.
The hatred they had absorbed was more than they could handle.
A aningful light appeared in Cain’s eyes as he gazed at the caged Frostbound Sentinels.
Up to this point, the powers he had faced in the Blood and Hunger Trials had been neither good nor bad; the Oniric Truth of Destruction and the Oniric Truth of Blood were forces of nature that went beyond such classifications.
However, hatred was clearly a negative emotion that corrupted the individual.
Yet, in this trial, he was taught not to keep it caged inside but to use it against his opponent.
“The nature of these trials makes wonder more about the kind of man the Demon King was,” Cain mused.
“If he was truly a monster born of killing and destruction, it wouldn’t make sense for him to forge a trial like this.” He didn’t waste too much ti on these thoughts.
Taking a mont to internalize all he had learned, Cain flashed forward, going deeper into the Frozen Abyss.
The icy terrain unfolded before him in a breathtaking panorama.
Towering glaciers reflected the pale light, casting an ethereal glow over the landscape.
Delicate ice formations hung from colossal arches, shimring like chandeliers in a grand hall.
Frozen waterfalls stood suspended in ti, their crystalline structures capturing the beauty of motion halted.
Unfortunately, Cain did not have much ti to enjoy the scenery.
His instincts grew sharp, and the next second he saw crystalline entities resembling twisted mazes of frozen shards descending from the ceilings.
They were not that large, rely twenty ters each, yet Cain couldn’t help but frown.
He could feel that the power of the Oniric Truth of Hatred was extrely pure in them.
The Tornadoes of Hatred seed to possess a form of consciousness as they all focused on him.
The next mont, they lunged forward, swirling through the air with overwhelming power.
Cain clenched his fists.
As one of the Tornadoes of Hatred approached, he sent a powerful punch forward.
Surprisingly, as soon as his fist made contact, the tornado blasted apart, the shards that ford it dispersing into the air.
However, before Cain could celebrate the easy victory, he noticed dozens of small cuts on his hand.
They were extrely shallow and could barely count as wounds, but the problem was the energy that seeped into his body through them.
It was black energy, seeking to spread through his body and corrupt him.
Before Cain could pay attention to the invading energy, more Tornadoes of Hatred lunged toward him.
The scarlet dragon unleashed blasts of fire and lightning, destroying them from a distance, but more and more appeared.
He was forced to engage in lee strikes, which left more and more small wounds.
The amount of black energy seeping into his body grew denser, beginning to affect his mind.
Sharpness appeared in Cain’s eyes as he forced himself to focus and understand what was happening.
“The tornadoes are doing the sa as I did with the Frostbound Sentinels.
They are impregnating hatred into my body.” A deep frown appeared on Cain’s face as the realization struck him, and he knew he needed to act fast.
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