Chapter 143: New Torture Method
The Iron Brotherhood’s second watchtower wasn’t hard to find.
Their strategy always placed one above ground and another hidden below, a secret betrayed by an abandoned well in the Blightroot Clan’s desolate southern fields.
The 7th Division, disguised as farmers, dove into the well’s depths, landing fifty meters down in a cavern of suffocating darkness. Without any words to themselves, their magic sparked, conjuring orbs of light that flickered around the surroundings, and with their perception, they could see seventy meters around them. The air was damp, heavy with the scent of mold and iron, meaning the enemies had been here, but no enemy presence stirred, no auras, no mana. Even as they spread to expand their perception, still nothing.
"They’re running that way," Baines suddenly said, his voice slicing the silence as he pointed into the darkness and ran after them.
"Hmm..." Rakel Voss, the division leader, glanced in the direction, his green eyes narrowing, and followed. The others exchanged brief looks before sprinting after.
His soul energy, now an authority honed by Extraction, pierced the darkness, revealing soul outlines over three hundred meters away, beyond a peak sixth-star’s 200-meter perception limit.
’I see them,’ Baines thought, marveling at his expanded perception. He used his soul energy, now an authority honed by Extraction, to focus on the soul outlines in this dark place, just for his perception to expand beyond its previous limit.
How he knew it was beyond his limit was that the enemies were over three hundred meters away, and a peak 6th star’s perception was about 200meters.
’Heaven Arc.’ His flowing steps—the silvers’ movement technique—carried him forward with the wind, a violent aura coiling around his blade. He swung, unleashing an arc of energy that tore through the cavern.
An Iron Brotherhood soldier turned, his fused armor glowing molten red, but the arc bisected him, blood and metal spraying. "Guak..." His dying gasp echoed, spurring the division to accelerate.
"Run!... We must ring the alarm!" a Brotherhood voice shouted.