Chapter 307 - Calamitous Decision Part Three (1/2)

Fell's eyes opened widely, the area north of New Casablanca seemed to have been ravaged by a raging storm. He exerted some strength in his legs, and left the back of the towering creature with a light tap of his feet on the rough skin.

The direction of his jump was directed at the kneeling red haired man, and before long, he landed on the ground before speeding toward his injured comrade.

The moment he entered the area- ten meter- around Akainmhar, the latter swiftly urged Fell to ignore him. His emaciated face turned weakly toward the young cultivator, causing him to perceive the extent of his energy expenditure.

”I need to end him before he somehow manages to reconstruct himself…”, mumbled Fell as he didn't stop for another second.

His legs began taking him to the place where Thol'Yr's body had landed. His surroundings turned into lines as he sped through the army of creatures that seemed at lost as to what had happened around them.

Due to Thol'Yr's influence, the numerous beasts that had managed to escape the control of the Formation were once again forced into their malicious fate and had reverted to the mindless state where they only relayed their blood essence and slaughter aura.

Fell's heart turned heavy; the more he approached Thol'Yr's position. He didn't know the exact reasoning behind that sensation, but ever since the loss of his memories, he could only rely on instinct to judge the situation. And to top it off, his breakthrough to the second realm of cultivation had only made that sense sharper.

By the time he could clearly see the third realm cultivator's mangled body, his face darkened, causing him to accelerate his dashing steps. ”His connection to the Bestial Formation didn't change, and I can't feel any movement of energy directed at him… Then why?!”, he mumbled as he could feel the inner state of the Formation due to the Seed that fused with him.

”Why can't I brush off this feeling?!”, his grim face froze into an unmovable statue as his right hand gripped Soldier's Fortune tighter. Nonetheless, his steps didn't stop as he was aware that such opportunities wouldn't happen twice. He needed to kill that entity.

His steps resounded silently through the silent battlefield. Before long, Fell's shadow laid next to Thol'Yr's body on the ground. His blade moved before stopping abruptly midway as he heard a silent whisper escape the entity's throat.

He couldn't understand the words coming out of his lips, as they turned into crooked whispers due to Thol'Yr's crushed vocal cords, but the ominous vibe appearing on the twisted face of the entity made his skin crawl. The carcass laying in the ground could be assimilated to anything but strength, as Fell saw with his eyes that the third realm cultivator Thol'Yr was no longer capable of making the most basic of movement.

His past delicate yet dense flesh was turned into a near mush-like state that wasn't capable of any movement. His flesh could be seen trying to gather together, but it could only weakly lightly without any result. Sharp broken bones could be seen poking out of places they shouldn't have, and even his skull wasn't left untouched as a massive hole entered Fell's eyes. The squirming brain laying under it clearly appeared under his eyes.

Eyes that could no longer contain his thought as he felt his instinct scream to his mind. But his senses clearly told him that there wasn't any enemy attacking him, as every single life form apart from Akainmhar and Thol'Yr were already part of the Bestial Formation. Thus making them part of his own control due to the influence of the Gigantic Tree on the Bestial Formation.

But even then, his instinct screamed that his logic was lacking one component that left his mind. And that component he wasn't aware off could clearly be seen on Thol'Yr's hideous expression.

His face was a canvas that rarely appeared among mortals. The third realm cultivator had been turned into a living corpse that would cause questions to appear in the mind of anyone who laid an eye on it. Yet the expression hanging in his face was one of confidence in successfully accomplishing his desires of destruction, and the emotions dwelling in his eyes only added contrast to the painting.

Fell's ear caught on another silent whisper that escaped the hollow lips of the entity. Once again, the young cultivator didn't understand the words, but the emotion dwelling on the entity's eyes intensified. Time seemed to come to a standstill, with Fell's sword hanging over the third realm cultivator's shambled body. Capable of severing his life at any moment.