Chapter 1360: Core Ignition!
Chapter 1360: Core Ignition!
Not even three seconds later, a dark sun rose from the explosion of fire and gravitational waves.
Cain felt how his Primordial Sun Bloodline rged seamlessly with his Star Power and body, enhancing his endurance, speed, and destructive power.
He did not hesitate before diving forward, bursting through the lingering flas and chaotic waves of gravity, his eyes locked onto Lupion.
Catching Lupion by surprise, Cain landed a ferocious kick on the chest of the Inferno Daemon.
The impact was so intense that the waves of chaotic energy ruptured with a resounding shockwave, and Lupion was sent hurtling through the void, spinning helplessly. Not even a second later, Cain turned to the left.
He could feel the shift in the void as another adversary tried to approach.
Clenching his fist, Cain amassed an oceanic amount of Astral Origin, feeling it surge through his veins like molten tal.
With a controlled exhalation, he sent a punch forward, manifesting a massive dark flaming fist imprint that charged toward Aranto with overwhelming power.
The imprint tore through the space between them, leaving a contrail of blackened fire and distorting the already fractured environnt.
Aranto, an Inferno Daemon who had fought with flas for thousands of years, now faced heat that truly terrified him.
He raised his fist, forcing his own flas to explode outward.
There was no ti for finesse-only raw defense.
Right before the dark flaming fist struck, he ford a barrier of incandescent fire.
Yet this hastily made shield proved inadequate. Cain’s dark flas burned away Aranto’s fiery defense, and the sheer power of the attack sent him flying away, his body leaving a scorching trail as he sailed through the void, burn marks marring his armor.
Cain could not help but smile, seeing how devastating his attacks beca once he unleashed his bloodline.
The sensation of raw, undiluted power was intoxicating.
Still, he refused to lose focus.
The battle was far from over.
Twisting his body to the side, he evaded a ferocious downward kick that ca at him with such gravitational force it might sink a small continent if unleashed on solid ground. Anart gritted his teeth as he saw his attack fail.
He had even used his Star Power to twist space-ti, attempting to mask his presence and blindside Cain.
Yet it felt as if he could hide nothing from that person.
And things did not end with a re dodge.
In the next instant, a fierce kick landed right on Anart’s back, dark flas searing through armor and skin.
He was sent hurtling away, lost montarily in the chaotic energies that flooded the void.
“Enough!” Anart shouted as he forcibly regained control, halting his spiraling flight.
Blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, but he ignored it, too furious and too focused to care.
He looked at Aranto and Lupion, both still reeling from Cain’s relentless assault.
The other mbers of the Inferno Daemon Race saw the cold determination in Anart’s eyes.
Despite their injuries, a similar resolve flared in their hearts.
Taking deep, steadying breaths, they shouted in unison: “Core Ignition!” Imdiately, their bodies began to glow.
Hundreds of thousands of tiny points of light erged beneath their skin, glowing like astral constellations set within flesh.
In the next second, their power exploded.
A burst of extrely dense Astral Origin and Star Power condensed around their forms, generating a majestic and ferocious mantle of cosmic energy.
The mantle radiated dominance, distorting light and heat, making the void tremble!
Cain’s eyes narrowed at the sight.
He recognized the words.
He had read about “Core Ignition” in the Codex of Infinite Pathways.
It was an extrely powerful ability that only Astral Divine Transcendence Cultivators could unleash.
The backlash would be horrendous for them, but the surge in power was monstrous. “ZNNN”-a sound like space sundering echoed across the void.
Before Cain could fully process what he heard, Anart appeared right in front of him.
The distance they shared a heartbeat ago had vanished instantly.
“Star Cursing Fist!” Anart roared, unleashing a devastating punch that carried gravitational power akin to a captured moon.
Space itself seed to quiver and seal around Cain, preventing easy escape.
Though The Flow allowed Cain to predict the attack, re prediction was useless against such overwhelming force.
Dodging or deflecting was impossible.
He had only one option: block.
Cain raised his arm, pouring Astral Origin into it, forging a temporary bulwark.
The punch connected.
“BOOOOOOMMMM!” The explosion reverberated through the void, sending Cain blasting away.
Pain seared through him as he felt his bones trembling, cracks forming under the stress.
The raw might of that strike was reminiscent of an Immortal Dragon’s full-strength blow.
Annoyance and pain flickered across Cain’s face, but he gritted his teeth, twisting his body mid-flight.
As he spun, he sensed Lupion approaching from the side.
Cain lashed out with a furious kick, aiming to send the Inferno Daemon flying.
But the outco was different this ti.
The kick collided with a dense cloak of energy-Lupion’s newly bolstered mantle of Astral Origin and Star Power.
Instead of flinging Lupion into the distance, the kick only made him stagger slightly.
Lupion t Cain’s gaze and smiled coldly, his eyes filled with savage glee at turning the tide.
Without wasting ti, he delivered a ferocious palm strike to Cain’s chest.
“Absolute Zero Palm!” Lupion shouted.
The strike crushed the air from Cain’s lungs, and a layer of ice ford around his flesh, paralyzing him.
Cain’s muscles locked up, and in that vulnerable instant, Lupion thrust him away, sending him hurtling through space right into Aranto’s path.
“Immolation Blast!” Aranto bellowed.
His body beca a living incarnation of stellar fire, an inferno of cosmic proportions.
This destructive energy condensed into a fiery projectile that struck Cain’s body with rciless force.
The impact unleashed a cataclysmic explosion that illuminated the void, the brilliance outshining stars and the darkness montarily dispelled by the blast’s glare.
As the flas dissipated, the three Inferno Daemons watched intently.
They wore triumphant smiles, their faces twisted with cruel satisfaction.
The tide had turned.
Monts ago, Cain had dominated, but now he hovered in the void with burning wounds all over his body.
His right arm hung at an unnatural angle, clearly broken.
Blood seeped from cuts and rents in his robe, and his breathing was ragged.
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