59 Soul and Body. (1/2)
A calm milky orb formed, and as a strange stream of constant white drifted into it, the man's eyes lit with a ferocious nature.
”Face a technique inspired from the higher races!”
His voice rumbled as he mumbled, but the Ancient man only responded with a shaking aura. The whole world shuddered, then like an echo of an ancient declaration, a massive blitzing strength began to form around that trident.
The air distorted and numerous booming shockwaves rang out, and before the white-robed man could even finish the move, a disheartening roar erupted out of the Ancient man.
”Strike-”
*BANG*
The entire looming sky that glowed gold paused. The air froze and then disintegrated. Everything became locked down in this strength, even the white orb that lay above that white-robed hand.
” Trident.”
Then, with a whistling zoom, that trident got propelled right out of the Ancient man's hand. It couldn't even be seen as it disappeared from view and ushered a keen cry of fruitful killing intent.
Its speed was despair provoking and to most would mean instantaneous death. The only person who could vaguely still watch it was the white-robed man, and judging by its speed, he would have no time to finish his move!
The white-robed man's eyes trembled into disbelief and panic. However, this only instigated a suicidal action to erupt out of him. He, with resolute and bloodshot eyes, began to burn the five circles on his forehead!
A dense and sudden rupture of white light blazed into the sky. Following on, that slow stream of milky white energy that trailed into the orb suddenly accelerated to a disproportionate level!
”HEAVEN'S ORB!!”
His voice was hoarse and his face pale, yet he paid no heed to the consequences of what he was about to do and bellowed out a hair-raising roar!
The orb became rabid as it engulfed the fruitful energy that shrouded it. As it grew a strange force began to permeate the broken down sky, however...
*SPLATTER*
Even though the orb would only need a fraction of a millisecond to complete, he was still too late...
*WHOOOOOOOOOSH*
A shadow of something insidious blitzed through the white-robed man. Then, like a disconcerting realisation, a strange weakness shrouded the man. His face went pale, and as he watched that white orb that was about to complete shudder, his eyes trembled!
A glaring opening formed in the white-robed man's chest, and as he looked down, he saw his body disintegrating into fine dust...
A whistling boom rang past the man as a hole formed by his side. An array of intense waves were thus set off, where the entire earth began to shake and tremble from an extreme power that was slicing it. Slicing it like literal tofu.
The ancient man gazed at all of this without a change of expression. He lingered slightly on that orb that was in the process of breaking down, but only for a moment.
*THUD*
With blood-red eyes and a spurt of such blood, the white-robed man thumped onto the ground with half a torso. His face slowly etched with despair, and as the unending trickle of white blood drenched the cascading ground beneath, he went limp.
The five circles above his head had already devolved to two, and it wasn't ending with the massive loss of blood. If it was any other wound his cultivation wouldn't be affected and he could simply regenerate.
All mages knew that their cultivation was stored in their head, not in their body. Of course, if you are below the 4th circle then you will still die if your body gets mutilated, but those above can survive from such wounds.