Chapter 39: Confident
Theron's body had slowed considerably, but his thoughts were still churning.
There was something to take advantage of here, he knew it.
Then it clicked.
Theron's foot slipped, his body falling from the tree as the metal boomerang flew overhead. The ground felt unstable beneath his feet, but he used it to his advantage.
He didn't have the Mana to cushion the fall, so the instability in the earth was what he relied on the most.
Rolling forward, he stumbled to his feet. He could feel his vision blurring, but he bit his tongue hard.
When Mana fell beneath 10%, it was already at a point of Deprivation. Even those without cultivation needed to rely on Mana in some shape or form. Although Theron had disagreed, those that argued that Mana was Life weren't entirely wrong either.
It was exceptionally dangerous to be at this level, no different from suffering severe blood loss. Using Mana in this state was like trying to sip up the last droplets of juice through a straw. The circulation would be filled with pockets of air, and any potential interruption could lead to a skill failing and severe backlash.
If one wanted to use Mana in this state, it required not only exceptional control, but a willingness to lose everything.