Chapter 1142: Weak
BOOM!
The rod fell onto Sylas’ body. He barely managed to bring up a hand, but the momentum of the strike was too much, pressing him down into the ground as the rod landed on his back and shoulder.
But it was enough. Enough to avoid it landing on the back of his head.
Even as his shoulder blade shattered into a million pieces, and his heart and lungs reverberated through his body—a resonance threatening to turn them into pulp—there was a flashing determination in Sylas’ eyes.
The power traveled down his wrist, his hand almost collapsing. But in an odd showing, while his body seemed to be twisted and broken, his hand remained intact.
[Earth Escape].
There was a blooming might, a rush of violets, blacks, and reds as the Scorpion Warlord Armor took shape for the briefest instant, just long enough for Sylas to shift through the ground.
But at the same moment, the Scorned Wraps lengthened, one of their strands subtly wrapping around Jala’s ankle.
As Sylas vanished, the ground shattering with a reverberating impact, Jala lost his balance, falling back and weakening the follow-through of his strike.
Sylas appeared in the distance, having phased through the ground. His armor was gone, having disappeared at some unknown time—or maybe shattered by the earlier attack. It was impossible to tell.
At the same time, his Scorned Wraps had returned to normal as though nothing at all had happened.