Chapter 487
The wind across the battlefield scattered, swept away by the force of the scream.
The gust hit Lucia, making her stumble. The Cloak of the Undying that wrapped her shimmered with a faint magical aura, billowing in the chaos.
Bwoh— Ooohhh—
Yanar Tash writhed weakly, raising its head as it let out a guttural wail.
Almost at the same moment the scream ceased, Ian’s head snapped to the side. His four eyes narrowed, then flared open with blazing intensity. His previously slumped body suddenly stretched wide.
“-----!”
A roar tore through the air as if it were shredding the very fabric of the sky. Waves of multicolored chaos spiraled outward in thick, concentric rings.
Boom— Crack!
Yanar Tash’s barely lifted head was smashed down into the earth again. Its ruptured torso collapsed further, crumbling as if the ground itself had rotted away.
Woosh...
Even as that happened, two of Ian’s tentacles remained embedded deep inside Yanar Tash. They were now pushing him even higher. Multiple tentacles flared behind him like wings as he howled toward the sky.
Crackle... Crack...