Free Web NovelChapter 315: Danger!
Brrrrrr!
The sand tsunami rose over Damian with such terrifying scale that its crest seemed to brush against the clouds. Countless tons of divine sand surged forward in a roaring wall, swallowing the horizon beneath its shadow.
Dozens of Bachi clones rode upon the violent waves, their robes snapping behind them as they descended toward Damian with murderous intent burning in their eyes. Every clone carried a weapon formed from condensed demonic force, and the combined pressure of their presence made the already unstable desert realm tremble beneath them.
In the face of such an attack, Damian did not retreat.
He remained standing in the center of the battlefield, his cold gaze fixed upon the approaching tsunami. A mocking smile slowly spread across his face as though the sight before him was not a deadly assault but an amusing attempt to entertain him.
He did not move. He simply stretched out one hand.
BOOOOM!
The sand tsunami crashed down upon Damian with enough force to erase an entire mountain range. The impact shook the realm violently, and a massive cloud of dust erupted into the sky. For a brief moment, Mudhhib and the Bachi clones could no longer see him.
Then the dust began to clear.
Damian remained exactly where he had been.
A colossal Asura avatar loomed around him, its six arms stretched outward in every direction. Each hand held a struggling Bachi clone within its grip. The clones twisted violently, attempting to break free, but the fingers of the divine construct tightened without mercy.
Crunch!
All six clones burst into clouds of blood and shattered flesh.
The remaining Bachi clones watched in silence but then the desert behind Damian began to move.
Buzz!
A colossal figure rose from the sand.
It was Mudhhib.
Or rather, a gigantic sand avatar shaped in Mudhhib’s image. The construct towered behind Damian’s Asura avatar, easily dwarfing it in size. Its body was formed from endless swirling sand, and its eyes glowed like two burning suns within the storm.
"In this realm, there is no escape!" Mudhhib’s voice thundered from the enormous construct.
Two colossal palms emerged from either side of the desert and began closing inward. Each palm was large enough to crush entire cities. Their shadows covered the battlefield as they descended toward Damian’s Asura avatar.
The six-armed construct reacted instantly.
Two of its arms shot outward.
BOOOOM!
The palms collided.
A violent shockwave erupted through the realm, tearing apart dunes and sending sand flying into the clouds. The entire desert shook beneath the force of the struggle. Damian’s Asura avatar stood between the two massive palms, its arms trembling as it fought to prevent them from closing.
Cracks began spreading across the avatar’s hands.
The dark violet energy forming its body tried to repair the damage immediately, but the destruction continued faster than the regeneration could keep up. Every second, more fractures appeared. The avatar was healing, but not quickly enough.
Damian’s eyes narrowed.
The realization was unpleasant. If this struggle continued, he would eventually lose.
The avatar could hold the palms apart for a while, but Mudhhib’s domain gave him endless sand to draw upon. Damian’s construct, on the other hand, relied on his own demonic force.
For the first time since awakening the Asura bloodline, Damian felt the edge of genuine concern.
Then his danger grew worse.
Thud!
Several Bachi clones landed ahead of him.
Dozens more followed.
They gathered together in a wide formation, their demonic force rising in unison. The energy from their bodies began converging into a single point between them. Slowly, a spear formed from pure demonic power.
At first, it was only several feet long.
Then it became twenty feet.
Then fifty.
Then one hundred.
The spear continued growing and it’s presence thickened. Only then did Damian’s eyes widen.
He had failed to consider something important. Every clone possessed only ten percent of Bachi’s strength.
However, every clone remained a demigod.
Ten clones combining their strength could create an attack equal to Bachi at full power.
Dozens of clones combining their power could create something far more dangerous.
The demonic spear grew larger until it surpassed the presence of Bachi’s original body.
Even Mudhhib’s sandstorm bent away from the weapon as though it feared being touched. Around the spear, dozens of other clones began chanting.
Their voices rose together in a strange, unnatural symphony. The sound was low and distorted, echoing across the desert like a ritual from some forgotten nightmare. Their chants blended with the howling wind, creating a scene that would have terrified any ordinary human.
Unfortunately for them, Damian was not an ordinary human. He was something far worse.
The whites of Damian’s eyes turned pitch black as darkness spread across his eyelids.
His expression became colder.
Bathin: Devil Lance: Typhoon!
A dark purple lance materialized from thin air.
The moment it fell into Damian’s hand, a violent whirlpool of dark purple energy erupted around him. The storm twisted through the desert, tearing apart sand dunes and dragging fragments of demonic force into its spinning core.
Bachi’s expression darkened.
"Bathin," he muttered. "He really did steal Bathin’s inheritance somehow."
Damian did not bother responding with an explanation. He simply gave the Rakshasa a mocking scoff.
"Keep yapping and your powers will be mine as well."
Buzz!
Damian shot out from the protection of his Asura avatar.
The construct remained behind, still struggling to hold back Mudhhib’s massive palms. Its arms trembled under the crushing force, and cracks continued spreading across its body. If it took the full force of Bachi’s combined attack, it would almost certainly collapse.
Damian understood that immediately. If he remained inside the avatar, he would die with it.
This was no longer a situation where he could rely on brute force or wait for the enemy to exhaust themselves.
He had to face the attack directly.
The dark purple lance spun within his grip as the Typhoon around him intensified. Damian’s wings spread wide behind him, and his massive Asura body cut through the desert storm like a falling star.
His gaze remained fixed upon the demonic spear gathering ahead.
"This one," Damian muttered, his voice carrying through the storm, "I’ll take head-on."
