The Martial Unity

The patriarch of the K'ulnen Tribe cursed his massive frame for the very first time in his life as he dashed across the sky as fast as he could, wishing he was faster. He pushed himself to the limit reaching where he had been before Senior Ceeran had expelled him.

BOOM!!!

"NOOO!" The patriarch of the K'ulnen Tribe dove into the fray desperately hoping to save his partner in time.

The devastating attack resulted in a wind blast that reached the ground from the clouds. Senior Ceeran narrowed his eyes as he prepared another set of attacks to launch at his enemies. He wasn't sure if he succeeded, after all, the patriarch of the K'ulnen Tribe may very well have protected his partner from Senior Ceeran's devastating attack.

"I'LL KILL YOU!!!" The patriarch bellowed as the attack subsided.

His voice was inflicted with grief and rage.

His body was wounded.

Yet he didn't care about that. His eyes were fixed on the heavily battered corpse in his arms. The attack had broken the matriarch's entire body, she had already been injured previously, and now he had bombarded her with his absolute most powerful attack. She had succumbed to critical injuries, passing away.

Even if she hadn't she would have been in a highly critical state, unable to fight at all. The battle would have likely ended then and there as the patriarch would have most certainly retreated.

"She's dead," Senior Ceeran smirked smugly. "And you're next."

The atmosphere grew taut, both literally and metaphorically.

If not for the fact that he was holding his wife's corpse, the patriarch would have rushed Senior Ceeran immediately. However, they were many kilometers above land and even farther away from the village. He did not want to just drop his partner's body down to the ground.

"I'll kill you when I'm done paying respects to my partner." The patriarch swore, struggling to choke out the words. "Be prepared. I will kill you if it's the last thing I do!"

intense glare. Yet he retreated slowly, never taking his eyes off the

are you going?" Senior Ceeran asked with a puzzled

"TO BURY MY WIFE!"

mercilessly asked with a mocking expression as he exhaled dense breath once more, weaving a barrage of

dumbfounded. "How dare you desecrate the right

Tribes allowed each other to collect the corpses of their warriors and return them home to

battle isn't over," Senior

WHOOSH!

into the patriarch, pushing

to drop the corpse of

as glowing red lines trickled across his entire body like rivers. The patriarch's

rushed forward, charging

match for me alone just like your pathetic little

man felt like his very sanity was being consumed

breath. He took a greater amount of time as he shaped and shifted around such that the resulting wind currents were extremely narrow and small.

Senior Ceeran continuously compressed and focused the power

been much time to ordinary humans, but to a Martial Senior, it was enough time to cross the dozen

excited as he reached within ten meters of Senior Ceeran! Just ten more meters and he would be able to pound that wretched man who

was when Senior Ceeran

body glowed as his expression strained.

SWHOOSH

beam of wind flew towards the patriarch

for an impact. He was extremely determined to withstand the