Chapter 474: Fuck the Heavens
More dragons emerged from the clouds—the tribulation was still increasing the pace. They swarmed Jack, who dove into the fray with only his body and Fist to support him. There was nothing else he could do.
He became a devil, a killer, a perfect warrior. He danced between the B-Grade dragons and delivered swift death. They fell by the dozens. If they were real creatures, he might have received enough levels to survive, but they weren’t, so they gave him nothing.
From afar, Jack looked more heroic than ever. He faced a flood of enemies on his own—he danced between their strikes like he’d predicted everything, using minimal movements to avoid and strike back. He was strong and efficient. Some called him perfect.
He was facing way too many enemies. Strikes occasionally seeped through. A dragon bit him on the arm, another at the neck, a third dove into his chest. Even enhanced as he was, the lightning contained in each of them was beyond tremendous—every dragon could easily char an entire continent. With so many striking him at once, Jack was beginning to suffer. His muscles twitched. His flesh burned. His lungs contracted. His heart would have stopped if he wasn’t constantly using his Dao to keep it pumping.
Injuries accumulated on his body, but the dragons weren’t running out. No matter how many he killed, more appeared to take their place. The tribulation seemed inexhaustible—even with everything so far, he hadn’t even extinguished it halfway.
He had nothing more to give, either. With his Daos sealed, fighting like this was all he could do. The only skill he hadn’t used was Supernova, but it was just too powerful—it would achieve little besides spending his energy even faster. As for running away from the tribulation, that was even more impossible. It would just warp space to follow him.
Am I really going to die here? Jack thought.
Suddenly, a golden aura surrounded him. He felt invigorated, his energy returning, his injuries healing rapidly. He glanced to the side, where Brock was hovering right at the edge of the tribulation.
“You mess with my bro,” said the brorilla, his arms raised high, “you mess with me.”