An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

When the black death energy entered his body, Aven felt as if his entire being was being ripped apart. The pain was unbearable, as though a swarm of venomous insects was gnawing at him from the inside. It wasn’t just his body that suffered, but his soul was being torn apart as well.

“Curse you! Get out of my body!” he roared in fury as he tried to force the black death energy out of his system.

The death energy seemed to have burrowed deep into his bones. It was invasive and siphoned away his life force with every passing second. Even his internal energy was being drained to feed it. If this continued, he would be completely drained in less than three minutes.

“Won’t leave, huh? Fine. We’ll die together!” Aven’s anger boiled over, and he went all out in his attack.

He raised his hand, and dozens of Divine Talismans shot into the air to form a formation above his head. As it spun, a massive black thundercloud began to take shape. Lightning flashed, and thunder rumbled with terrifying power.

This was a demonic-banishing formation based on Stormcraft. Its power far surpassed that of a simple palm thunderstrike.

“Stormfall!” Aven formed a hand seal with one hand and pointed at himself.

From the roiling storm clouds above, a bolt of purple lightning, as thick as a man’s arm, struck him directly. His clothes disintegrated in an instant, and his skin was charred.

Aven looked drained, as if every last ounce of energy had been sucked from him. He collapsed to his knees, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

The dark energy that had coursed through him was mostly obliterated by the lightning. He hadn’t been bluffing – he had been ready to sacrifice his life to take Marcell down with him.

“Again… Stormfall!” Aven formed another hand seal and pointed at himself.

The storm clouds above rumbled again, and arcs of purple lightning began converging above him.

of him in a desperate escape.

frail body

face twisted in terror as he stared at the storm clouds swirling

such a reckless, self-destructive method drawing the

reckless, self-destructive move that would harm both sides. In

that the last strike had nearly taken his life and weakened him to the point where

with me.” Aven

lightning ready to strike again. With his current state, he knew he couldn’t survive another hit. If the lightning struck, he would be blown

right now. I swear I won’t come back.” Marcell screamed in

as the purple lightning was about to strike, Aven suddenly trembled. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood and collapsed to the ground. He was drenched in sweat, and his

the storm clouds rumbled briefly before

froze for a moment before realizing what had happened. From the looks of it, Aven was in much

“Filthy monk, I thought you were tough, but you’re just all

together? Come on. Show me another strike of that purple lightning. Let’s

to his feet, but he

self -destructive act. His injuries were too severe now. He could barely stand, let alone

shape. Otherwise, he

you’re getting out of

and

If he made a move too soon, Aven might strike back in desperation. That was a risk he wasn’t willing to take. Now, all he