Chapter 1228: Last Chance [Bonus]
Sylas moved right through the flames, his fire affinity suddenly getting a substantial acute buff. He pulled on his Gluttony Seed and [Primal Gut], churning through the blood as fast as his body would allow.
All of the power was used up in practically an instant, but it was enough to surge right through the curtain of flames. Ebison was so enraged by the bones attacking him and the arrogance of Sylas’ actions that he didn’t even notice. Or rather... Sylas had done too good of a job at hiding himself.
Ebison had only just shattered the bone shards when a familiar scene played out once again.
His chin spun to one side, his head snapping so hard that this time, even the sounds of snapping ligaments rang out.
Ebison reeled, but once again, he suffered a kick to the groin that left him hissing in breath.
He crumpled to the ground, his pitchfork being ripped out of his hands by a tug of Sylas’ arm. His grip around it had weakened so much that he couldn’t hold on even if he wanted to—especially not when a familiar knee slammed against his head again.
"This is your last chance to save him," Sylas said just as indifferently. But his hand was already spinning, the pitchfork raising up in a spiraling torrent.
By the way he wielded it, one would have never guessed that Sylas was a person with no experience with a weapon, and even further, no ability to actually use one without it combusting in his palm.
However, his Mixed Demonic Arts went far beyond just hand-to-hand combat. And... he happened to let go of the pitchfork at just the right moment.
The momentum of his arm and his telekinesis fused into one. Taking control of the F-Grade Runes he could sense within the pitchfork, he Chrono Cast and Spatial Cast at the same time, multiplying them through time, and shrinking them all at once.
BANG!