Chapter 276: Let me remind you what you are lacking
The fight lasted for about five hours when finally the beast horde stopped appearing.
Damon stood in the middle of the temple entrance now transformed into a crimson wasteland. Piles of dissolved chitin, steaming venom, and blackened ichor sizzled on the stone floor around him.
The runes beneath his feet pulsed erratically, flickering between venom-green and deep blood-red as if the temple itself was struggling to recognize who truly held dominion now.
He was covered in blood, but not a single wound marred his skin. His shirt was long since torn, his pants barely hanging on, and yet his posture was still upright, composed, even... invigorated.
Five hours.
And he hadn’t used a single mana skill. He hadn’t even touched his core. Just pure, unfiltered blood essence devastation. A part of him was even disappointed that he wasn’t pushed even more, forcing him to test other things.
But there was still time. After all, he was yet to step inside the temple. Damon rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck as he walked forward into the open gates, finally entering the grand temple.
He barely took one step inside when unexpectedly the snake statue at the top of the temple moved.
A deep grrrrrrrunnnnk echoed through the entire structure, like stone grinding against stone, but it wasn’t just the architecture stirring. The massive serpent that had once appeared carved, regal and unmoving, suddenly flexed, scales shimmering with oily emerald light.
Its eyes flared open with a poisonous golden hue, and its colossal head slowly uncoiled, gazing down at Damon like a god inspecting an intruder.