Chapter 36: Wipeout
The rush of blood in Theron's ears fell to a droning lull, blending into the sheer chaos around him. Every step he took on the ground seemed to take his whole body, propelling him forward in such a controlled fashion that not even a layer of dust was disturbed.
His eyes darted around, his blade leaving streaks in the air every time he passed by an enemy. Somehow, he picked his path perfectly, passing through the easiest opponents he could find and taking advantage of the one thing he could: he was alone.
It didn't matter if there were 50 or more enemies. At most, three or so could attack him at the same time.
They were unorganized, and more were falling down from the ceiling, adding to the chaos. And the one directing them all in an attempt to form some sort of cohesion was none other than Theron's target.
The gaze of the Soul Mancer sharpened. She had been paying attention to Theron all the while and hadn't considered for a moment that he might actually be able to close the distance.
But she also couldn't understand his audacity.
It was much harder to hide cultivation in the face of someone with Third Eye. She didn't know Theron's exact cultivation, but she knew for a fact that he wasn't in the Higher Bronze Resonance Tiers. Meaning, at best, he was three tiers of cultivation beneath her.
And she had guards. How could she possibly be alone?
Her lips parted and a resonant hum came from her. The armor she wore lit up, and an echo of Mana spread through the region. As though receiving their orders, several figures that had once had their attention elsewhere turned to Theron.