Chapter 1523: Vortex of thirty-one-colored flas Chapter 1523: Vortex of thirty-one-colored flas A flash of coldness crossed the woman’s eyes as she glanced at the shallow wound on her palm.
Yet, almost imdiately, her aloofness returned as if she refused to allow the young man to stir any genuine emotion in her heart.
“Pathetic,” she declared, letting a wave of repulsive force emanate from her open hand.
The energy hamred into Cain’s chest like a falling teor, sending him crashing into the scorching ground below.
He felt his internal organs quiver from the impact, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth.
To make matters worse, he watched in dismay as the small cut he had inflicted-costing him will, soul force, and life force-instantly healed, restoring the woman’s palm to its flawless state as if nothing had ever happened.
And in her mind, it never happened.
After killing Cain, she would shatter space-ti and prevent any record of her injury from ever existing.
From the corner of his vision, Cain saw the woman pause.
She seed so certain of her victory that she did not bother to strike again.
An amused smile tugged at her lips, regarding his struggle to regain control of his body like one might watch a wild animal trapped in a snare.
He could feel her disdain, her absolute confidence, and it boiled his blood.
To her, this battle was decided before it had truly begun.
But Cain’s eyes blazed with conviction, unwavering even in the face of such crippling odds.
He continued to burn his willpower, soul, and life force without hesitation, fueling the savage impetus of Will Sublimation.
Just as his back hit the ground, he refused to succumb.
Straining every fiber of his body, he managed to brace his feet, mitigating the force of the impact.
Even as his vision wavered, he planted the Shooting Star Dragon Halberd into the ground and channeled his energy into it.
A sudden burst of light glowed beneath him.
From that initial point, energy channels fanned out in all directions.
In a matter of split seconds, ten nodes were activated, then each of those ten branched out to another ten, on and on in a fractal pattern-until 9,999 spheres glowed across the vast expanse of the Purgatory Volcanic Range.
High above, the woman narrowed her eyes at the sudden manifestation of these countless spheres.
Her disdain toward Cain stopped her from acting in ti, and before she could make a decisive move, they erupted in unison, releasing mountain-sized waves of multicolored flas.
“Revolution Flas?” she murmured in slight confusion, imdiately discerning their origins.
Nonetheless, she couldn’t help frowning at the spectacle.
“Is he trying to bury himself in that conflagration?” She doubted Cain’s sanity-why would he unleash so many Revolution Flas?
Then, she saw the underlying pattern.
While the spheres exploded, the energy matrix behind them did not disperse.
Instead, the rainbow-like flas began spiraling inward, forming a raging, tornadic vortex of multi-hued fire.
Its epicenter lay at Cain’s position on the ground.
Cain’s gaze was cold and unwavering.
He had painstakingly produced these thousands of Revolution Flas.
And through the Echo Runic Formations provided by the Sky Sovereign, not only had he increased the flas’ destructive might, but he had also imposed order upon the chaos.
He raised the Shooting Star Dragon Halberd once more, pointing its blade at the Third Realm woman.
The vortex of thirty-one-colored flas surged skyward, coiling around her like a celestial serpent.
As they circled, they siphoned energy from the environnt, drastically amplifying their destructive power.
Within monts, a massive cocoon of swirling fire ford around the woman’s figure, the spiraling funnel’s apex looming above.
Yet her eyes showed no alarm, only a flicker of curiosity.
“So you’re also a Tribulation Enhancer, huh?” she mused in a calm voice, feeling the swirling flas close in on her.
“And it seems your mastery’s at least at the Divine Transcendence Tier.” The fiery cocoon contracted, tightening until it hovered re centiters from her body.
Still, she remained serene.
“I’ll admit, this is an intriguing display.
If you had forty-colored Revolution Flas, I’d be forced to consider it a real challenge.
But against this…?” She clasped her hands gently.
Imdiately, an overwhelmingly powerful cosmic force manifested.
It felt as though she had tapped directly into the substructure of reality itself.
A blinding radiance flared, accompanied by a sudden surge of frigid water-manifesting in defiance of the volcanic wasteland-drowning out the flas the mont they converged on her figure.
“BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!” A concussive blast thundered across the Purgatory Volcanic Range.
The cacoon of swirling, multicolored flas disintegrated under the impact of radiant water.
When the light subsided, the woman erged untouched, standing elegantly in midair as if strolling through a garden.
She lifted her gaze, noticing that Cain had reappeared higher in the sky, brandishing a new wave of glowing spheres-though fewer in number this ti.
Disdain darkened her features.
She assud he was foolishly attempting to repeat the sa trick, expecting a different outco.
However, her eyes abruptly narrowed.
She realized that the energy in each of the new spheres glead with far greater intensity than before.
Her attempt to analyze their essence was cut short when they detonated, unleashing a vortex of darkness and palpable malice.
The phenonon was bizarre: as it swirled, it consud the environnt’s energy, which had been saturated by the swirling flas monts earlier.
Seemingly unstoppable, the dark vortex only grew in size and potency.
Cain knew that his Revolution Fla Tornado wouldn’t harm the woman, but it had served a secondary purpose-concealing her senses and, more critically, saturating the region with energy.
Now, the malevolent vortex capitalized on that energy glut, morphing into an unholy tempest of shadowy might.
Shadows wrapped around the vortex like serpents.
Hints of cursed runes glimred at its core.
With the environnt already destabilized by the swirling flas, the malignant vortex now sucked in huge currents of world energy, weaving it into a force reminiscent of a small-scale cataclysm, all within the confines of a runic formation. CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Redsunworld Check the comnts for images
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