Chapter 171 (1/2)

Critical: Ages Below Critical II (LORD) - Chapter 17 Part 1

[Six Years Ago – Extreealed Stench Cave]

That orange lightning that is tight on her heels feels like Death wielding its sickle, brushi+ng it past her ears constantly The wind sounds like it can cut her throat at any time

Teresa pushes forth at full speed Her skirt of the Goddess rustles as she speeds over the snowy ground,lotus over the snow Teresa dares not pause, for the ghoul-like shadow behind her shocks her with his speed In all her years, Teresa has never seen any soulspeed in all the territories of Aslan Even Qi La, without triggering his talent, is unable to reach such a speed

Yet this is not the

What horrifies her the e flash she is unable to see clearly, its gift is still shrouded in the unknown The volatile soul powers and such an unbeatable speed is merely his normal battle condition

And until the very end, the person hunting her has not employed any soul powers of the water element or even soul beasts His hunt is simple and effective, direct yet sharp Teresa finally understands why the Silver Priests will let a monster like this await her Because in such a frenzied state of physical combat, her Skirt of the Goddess, one of the top ancient soul weapons in Aslan that can shi+eld against any indirect attack is utterly useless It becomes a beautiful dress that is inadequate and can be ripped into shreds by the stor soul powers of the enemy

And yet, Teresa is clear that if she continues running away like this, sooner or later her ene amount of soul powers required to maintain her speed in order to escape, and when her soul powers cannot keep up, the insanely sharp soul powers behind her will slit her throat in a matter of seconds Even now, Teresa can feel her soul powers depleting exponentially, but the soul powers Teresa can pinpoint of theas when he just left the cave It is as if he is in a constant pinnacle in his battle state……yet how is this possible?

Teresa’s eyes close and one can tell that there is a stor blizzard in her pupils from the way her eyelids twitch She extends her sensory powers to the limit, yet what she can sense is still the violent and complicated, chaotic soul powers It feels as difficult as atte to identify the movement of wind in a cyclone She clenches her teeth and with a sudden halt, she turns –

“Screech---“

A few shrill calls of insects’ scratch against the peaceful snow-filled landscape The orange shadow of lightning stills instantly before retreating at full force However, it is much too late The voluptuous feo seeh by countless knives Numerous sharp tentacles shoot out fros increase and expand froer-like feelers pierces through her face like petals The shrill screeches are heard without end

A series of dull and badly mutilated sounds are heard

The bright light on the eonly silence behind Two dark shadows can be seen on the vast field – one of a tall and strongly-built uishable silhouette of a woman However, blade after blade shoot fro into the man’s body

Only Teresa’s full lips rehtly Of course she has a reason to feel proud – her control of her darkness state now is far better than the young girl who lacked experience all those years ago

However, her smile only blossomed on her face for a few moments before they freeze into a stiff curve She stares at the ly as if he is uninjured and unfeeling The blades cut through his chest, shoulders, thighs and jut out froainst bodes unsettles her

Thehand and Teresa’s vision blurs She feels a sharp ripping pain on her right chest As if made of thin blades, the man’s hand sinks quickly and effortlessly into her chest Blood erupts in Teresa’s throat as she clearly feels the ers search with ease in her body before finally clenching tight on her collar bones and pulling

Carnage sprays between the white heavens and earth

Nether stares firirls

The two of theer One of thee eyes are murky and lost, there is no focus in her vision and it looms over Nether like a thick and sticky web

The disgust and dank horror in the pit of Nether’s stomach beco at theaze away at all, it is as if he is faced with a black hole and is rooted thereHe lifts a hand and a dagger of ice explodes fro girl However, she does nothing to avoid the attack; even her eyeballs do not tree with a crack The cracking of bones echoes across the silent landscape