The Deva outpaced Armad, materializing behind him and driving the long spear into his spine. Ignoring his fears, he committed to incapacitating Armad, risking Wilberforce’s wrath. He refused to stand by and witness Armad harm him or his allies, channeling a thousand years of cultivation into the strike that resounded with a sickening thud as metal met flesh.
The impact propelled Armad forward, while the assailant was thrown backward, prompting a look of astonishment on the wild person’s face. It seemed his attempt to penetrate Armad’s defenses had failed; perhaps Armad wore protective gear, as the spear should have pierced through his abdomen, even with cultivation barriers in place.
Despite feeling the pain, Armad’s cultivation skills shielded his vital organs, minimizing the damage. His reinforced skin took the brunt of the attack, evidenced by the torn fabric and exposed flesh, yet miraculously, his back bore no trace of injury, leaving observers perplexed.
Undeterred, the Deva charged forward, aiming another strike at Armad. He understood that protective spells could only endure for a limited time, motivating him to attempt another attack, knowing his comrades could finish the job if he failed.
However, Armad was prepared this time, not merely defending but counterattacking with his blade. As the Deva aimed his spear at Armad’s chest, Armad swung his sword towards the man’s shoulder, resulting in a clash of desperation where neither bothered to prioritize defense.
With a resounding clang, Armad’s sword cleanly sliced through the Deva’s upper torso, akin to cutting a pumpkin. The Deva’s cries abruptly ceased as he plummeted from the sky. Meanwhile, the spear struck Armad in the chest, causing intense pain as if his heart were being squeezed. Though he managed to calm himself and consume energy pills, the pain persisted, requiring him to ingest two more discreetly.
Observing his actions, those around him could sense he was taking something, but they couldn’t discern the nature of the pills, only noting his repeated hand-to-mouth gestures. Finally, after ingesting the third pill, Armad found relief as the pain in his heart ceased.
He had grown confident in avoiding danger since discovering the healing properties of the energy pill, allowing him to confront the Deva fearlessly. However, he remained aware that skin enhancement merely toughened the skin and didn’t extend to internal organs. Despite his skin being fortified by approximately 31%, it offered no protection to his bones or organs like the heart, explaining the pain inflicted by the Deva’s attack, despite failing to breach his skin.
Realizing the importance of advancing from skin to flesh enhancement to safeguard his internal organs, he resolved to prioritize it after dealing with the current threat. With this in mind, he roared and leaped into a group of five Deva confronting Sulaini.
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His sudden appearance amidst them caught them off guard, a feat achievable through concentration on cultivation to increase speed—a skill Armad eschewed in favor of Kaban’shisu, which exacted its toll. He recalled how in the Third Lower World, he could only employ it once a year due to a shortage of cultivation years.
With the enhancement from Negrinki and the Negrirnki-World, boosting his skills by 4.1%, Armad believed he could utilize them freely until his cultivation waned. Currently, he had become a formidable force on the battlefield, almost impossible to contain.
Upon stepping into their midst, the Deva swung their weapons at him from all angles. Armad deftly maneuvered with his sword, imposing a heavy force on the Deva, impeding their mobility as if they were submerged in a thick flood.
While this force wasn’t enough to overpower the Deva, it slowed their super-fast speed, granting Armad the opportunity to go on the offensive. As they parried his strikes, they momentarily forgot that Armad wasn’t their sole opponent; Sulaini posed the greatest threat at the moment, overshadowing the reason for their collective presence.
Sulaini recognized the opportunity and seized it, discreetly shielding his primary sword while drawing the Wilberforcian blade from its sheath. Capitalizing on the Deva’s distracted state, he aimed a decisive strike at the lead Deva. The appearance of Armad had thrown the Deva off balance, leaving him vulnerable.
Though the Deva noticed Sulaini drawing his sword, his divided attention proved insufficient for effective defense or action. Sulaini’s superior cultivation and skill set rendered the Deva defenseless, as evidenced by his inability to block the strike.
Realizing he couldn’t block Sulaini’s attack, the Deva swiftly summoned a seal, crushing it against his palm to activate a protective brownish-light cloak. With a smug smile, he dared Sulaini to strike, unaware of the true nature of the Wilberforcian sword.
Despite the protective light, the Wilberforcian sword possessed the ability to negate cultivation from objects, slicing through the cloak effortlessly. Within moments, the light dimmed as the sword unraveled it from within, ultimately cleaving through the Deva’s chest, nearly bisecting him from shoulder to chest.
Blood spurted from his mouth as he gritted his teeth, attempting to heal himself, but Sulaini denied him the chance. Retrieving his sword from the Deva’s chest, Sulaini swiftly severed the man’s hands, followed by his legs, then with a decisive upward swing, cleaved him in two.
The lead wild person didn’t even have time to cry out before succumbing to death. Meanwhile, his four comrades remained oblivious to his demise, absorbed in their struggle.
It proved frustrating for cultivators of their caliber to be bested by a seemingly frail prince who was merely a Core Formation cultivator. Two of them were at the pinnacle of Province-of-Deva, while the other two stood atop Origin-of-Deva.
Yet, amidst their confusion, they couldn’t help but notice the eerie light emanating from the mark on the prince’s forehead. Although accustomed to Miyura’s movements, the reddish hue of the mark intrigued them. Could it be the source of the prince’s formidable abilities? They pondered in silence, with no one to provide answers.