147 Little Raven, Little Crow 4 (1/2)
”Beware… for in the central region of the forest, lies numerous fierce creatures belonging to the later stages of the Core Formation Realm… not even bengong can take them on…”
Since she heard those words, An Fei had never expected her first encounter with such a creature to be a plant wielding hundreds if not thousands of thorny vines.
The sea of misfortune amongst thorns parted way to reveal a gaping maw that leered at her pale countenance, resembling that of a benign uncle with a malicious glare.
Oh, what misery!
An Fei howled in her heart as her body agilely evaded the agitated of thorns and vines desperately seeking the spillage of her warm blood.
The twin butterfly swords served as the indomitable vanguard that scythed through its enemies, the keeping her comfortable and unscathed.
The vines failed to lash at their target, and the thorns were unable to rake across the tantalizing and aromatic flesh that appeared as smooth as the highest quality of silk.
The young girl was as though a ball of dust – impossible to penetrate, impossible to injure, and impossible to destroy.
Vines struck her body from all directions, only for their impacts to be converted into mere external force that was bent around to retaliate with increased vigor and lethality.
With each swing of the short swords, a dense cluster of green strands thicker than her arm decorated the ground of the forest.
The roar of the handle-less sword dominated the surroundings with its call for blood.
However, the silent howl of the oddity that was the Core Formation creature before the young girl dwarfed all others, drowning the immediate vicinity with a sea of blood that chilled even the bravest of hearts.
An Fei… was unscathed by the physical assaults of the vine-wielding plant creature, but was immensely pressured by its naturally exuding aura.
As she continued to evade the incoming vines and thorns with her unconscious movements aided by the , the young girl found it increasingly difficult to breathe, her vision threatening to darken by the moment.
It was as though a heavy stone had pressed down on her heart, threatening to grind it to shreds or smother it into an indescribable paste.
Each movement, though her agility and speed remained consistently smooth, was as though thorns had pierced into her feet, all the way until it pressed against the base of her marrow.
Pain that surged through her limbs as though a powerful, paralyzing electric shock, but An Fei was certain that the gruesome entity before her was suffering an even more miserable fate.
The handle-less sword had reacted as though it was capable of sensing its owner's distress and pain.
The inscriptions spanning its length increased in their brilliance, the sheer radiance alone shredding the protruding vines into infinitesimal fragments, whilst the blade devastated its surroundings with an insatiable, incensed frenzy.
Whoosh!
A narrow vine swept past An Fei's head, the aftermath of the blow causing a few strands of her hair to billow about.
Guided by the force imposed by the vine that sped past her head, the young girl whirled in a counterclockwise, half moon sweep, her body tilted forward to unbalance her center of gravity towards the ground as she pivoted on her right foot.
The dual butterfly swords sang their lament of death as they scythed forward, the diagonal arc rendering nearby vines into dust, and thorns into peeled zests.
Fragments of green and grey flew past her head as she continued to be buffeted around without resistance.
An Fei soon realized that her movements caused her to approach the main body of the creature, for the large viscous blotch of mottled color increased in size in accordance to her movements.
The closer the distance, the greater the suppression imposed on her body.
The physique of a mid-staged Foundation Establishment cultivator, coupled with the natural suppression of the world and the vine-wielding plant's aura, caused An Fei to nearly retch, her blood circulation threatening to reverse in fear.
The young girl could only continue to sweep around the undergrowth of the forest, allowing the nature of the battlefield to propel her around as it wished.
She couldn't suffer external harm, nor could the suppression inflict true injuries onto her body. However, An Fei was not spared from the unfortunate fate of suffering from a myriad of uncomfortable sensations, forcing her to desire to vomit.
Submerged into a hellish experience with a blistering sensation tingling at her skin in all areas to an instantaneous chill that raced through her inner organs… suffering from constant vibrations that reverberated within her bones to an ear-piercing screech that threatened to drill into her mind…
”Ah!”
The young girl had enough, her consciousness brimming with aggravated fury and indignant wrath.
Carefully hidden from An Fei's observable gaze, the twin butterfly swords suddenly burst in flames, their plain utilitarian blades displaying an unusual inscription on their surfaces.