Chapter 1561: Facing a faction leader
Chapter 1561: Facing a faction leader
The Sky Sovereign was at a loss for words. Logic dictated that their targets should be handled slowly, one by one—a meticulous, calculated approach that minimized unnecessary risks. Yet the Third Realm phantom, could not ignore the sense of truth in Cain’s impassioned declaration. After all, the point of possessing overwhelming strength was to be free, to act according to one’s heart’s desire, and not to be shackled by endless contingencies and hypothetical dangers.
Cain felt an exhilaration burn in his veins—a kind of eager, reckless anticipation that only grew stronger when unimpeded by caution. His speed was truly astonishing now, a seamless blend of physical might and mastery over the Laws.
It took him almost no time at all to traverse the treacherous path to the Frozen Peak. A potent killing intent boiled up from the deepest corners of his heart. Without hesitating, he bolted through the mountainous terrain, forging a straight path toward the headquarters of Core Elder Karun. He wore no cloak or disguise. This was to be a direct confrontation, out in the open, where there would be no ambiguity about his intentions.
The moment Cain appeared within sight, the fortress began to glow with an unnatural brilliance, alerting its inhabitants to an impending clash. Three massive towers rose from within the fortress walls, forming a triad of unfathomable energy that powered the entire stronghold. In unison, the towers unleashed a flash of brilliance as spheres of fire, wind, and lightning coalesced at their zeniths. These spheres shimmered ominously for a split second before detonating in a chaotic torrent, forging energy cannons that blazed through the air toward Cain like a raging tempest.
Cain’s eyes narrowed at the sight of these attacks. He could sense their lethal potency—an amalgamation of carefully crafted energies meant to cut him down. Yet fear did not cross his mind; only excitement bubbled in his chest, pushing him to move faster. With a fluidity that bordered on the supernatural, he dodged the energy cannons, weaving through them. To his surprise, however, the three blasts curved sharply after missing him, angling upward and hurtling toward his exposed back.
“Impressive,” he muttered, feeling the heat intensify behind him. “They’ve spared nothing in their defensive measures.”
There was an odd sense of respect in his voice. Still, he refused to pause. He set his sights on the fortress, perched like a silent sentinel at the peak of the frozen mountain. Rows of defenders lined the top of its walls, each one projecting an intimidating aura. These were Divine Transcendence Masters, each capable of warping the flow of energy in the environment with a mere gesture. Their Gu Insects were visible, amplifying both physical prowess and energy to staggering degrees.
At the very center of this phalanx of power stood a man from the Abyssal Clan with a formidable presence draped in obsidian armor that gleamed with an unearthly luster. Waves of Star Power emanated from him in rolling pulses, cold and final, like the aftertaste of death. It was as if the essence of life itself could not exist comfortably in his vicinity, the power of the grave seeping into every breath he took.
A third eye, set in the middle of the man’s forehead, glimmered with lethal potential. A massive black sword loomed at his back, nearly the same length as his body. On his forearm, a bizarre hybrid of beetle and scorpion clung, its carapace reflecting the fortress’s glow. Everything about this figure reeked of menace and supreme mastery.