The Universe Is Innately Just 238 Ominous Charms Part Five

The impact didn't stop there, as it caused a tremor through the ground that was felt by everyone, and ma.s.sive outbursts of dusty clouds particle rose to a great height. Fell saw the scene from a distance, and couldn't help but be surprised by the effect caused by the creature's abnormal weight.

"Holy s.h.i.+t… And here I thought the spider didn't weigh that much.", he said with a wry smile drawn on his lips.

During that time, the awful and grating shriek didn't stop for even a second. And the creature continued spreading streams of soul reverberation in the hope of finding the b.a.s.t.a.r.d that had caused her to go through such pain. Those ripples spread everywhere and made the creature aware of every speck of moving particle existing in a decent range around her.

Sadly for her. Her desperate, wrathful, search leads to nothing as the young cultivator was s.h.i.+elded by an ephemeral soul-powered veil that surrounded his body.

From a distance of sixty meters or so, Fell stood with his eyes, not leaving the creature for even a second. He waited patiently for the cloud of dust to fall down, and the surrounding of the beast to calm down. Taking down the hinder legs from the creature wouldn't kill her, and definitely wouldn't disable her strength.

The movement didn't seem to be the creature's strength, and the whole action he had taken had the sole goal of taking down the beast to a height where he could generate his full power. In the air, not only would he have a lack of support for his leg, but he would also be unable to avoid the lightning-fast deadly tentacles.

After a few seconds pa.s.sed. The air in front of him cleared out, and he managed to look at the result generated by the explosives. The spider-shaped creature stood on the ground, in a crooked and unstable manner that made her look quite pitiable. Her back legs had seemingly turned into fumes, and she tried balancing herself on her four standing legs.

But their thinness and the fact that she was used to having six legs made it difficult for her to adapt rapidly. She wailed and released rhythmed blood-curling screeches that could reverse the blood flow of mortals. The intensity of the creature's negative emotion was spectacular and contained a strong resentment toward the person who took her down from her pedestal.

In this case, the object of her hazardous searches and anger was Fell. The young cultivator began approaching the creature with a determined glare in his eyes, without leaving the animal from his sight for a split second.

Even if the situation looked in his favor, as he had opened up a row of weak spots on the creature's humongous body. He still didn't dare to underestimate it, as a wounded beast would always fight back in the fiercest way, especially when the said animal happened to be quite devious and intelligent.

"If I appeared swiftly in front of you, you wouldn't wait a single second before sending those vicious tendrils at my back.", he thought while contouring the creature's circular body. "I'll attack from the side and swiftly take down those thin legs that your fighting to stand on."

"I despise s.h.i.+ts like you, such a ma.s.sive body but still attacking with weak underhanded methods.", he thought with an unsightly expression. He nearly spat out on the red soil as he truly hated this kind of creature.

It took him less than a minute to cross the distance in a safe manner, and before long, he was facing the back of the creature. The full view of what was left of the back legs appeared in his eyes, and he couldn't help but stop in his track while appreciating his work a second.

"Evolved beast or not, looks like weapon made by technology are still quite efficient on you.", he mumbled in his mind before approaching the legs in the middle of the creature's ma.s.sive body.

Little did the young cultivator know that those explosives were rare quality resources that the higher-ups had been stockpiling in their treasury. Their simple design and rustic looking shape weren't in accord with the tremendous technological advances used in their creation.

The creature darted slightly left and right, as it was troubled in keeping her balance, but Fell wasn't scared by the possibility of being buried under it. Confident in his own running speed, and movement technique, he approached the middle section and drew Soldier's Fortune out of his spatial pocket.

The blade drew a magnificent semi-circular curve in the air. The air parted in two when it came in contact with the weapon's sharp edge, and produce a minute noise akin to the sound release by a high pressured water jet.

Thankfully, his blade was also contained by his soul veil, and his sword intent didn't appear in the humongous spider monstrosity in front of him. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and began searching for the best sliding point on the creature's glossy leg.

Although thinner, the middle and front legs weren't underestimated by the young cultivator. He decided to use his strongest move to take both of the middle legs in one fell swoop.

He regulated his breathing, and even in a standing position, managed to attain a deep meditative state. With eyes closed, a thin spot on the creature's leg appeared with crystal clarity. With the appearance of that spot in his mind, a gut hunch overtook him, a.s.suring him that that was where he should aim his blow.

His concentration rose by the second, and the pressure surrounding him rose with each beat from his heart. Absolute calm overtook him, and each minute noise from the battlefield disappeared one after the other. The connection he had with Soldier's Fortune peaked to a point he never attained, and he felt as if he had come to this world with a sword in his hand.

His concentration soon attained a peak. His body didn't move an inch during that time, and only a minute movement could be detected around his abdomen; the slow, yet steady and robust motion came from his diaphragm. Still, contrary to his immobile body, his mind was executing one of the techniques he had gained in the battle center.

The spatial scripture was one of the most potent techniques he had at hand. His degree of mastery over it was so low that he needed to condition himself to execute its most straightforward application.

The young cultivator's mind boiled, and the hyper perceptive state was unleashed without any effort. The next moment, in his sea of consciousness, had appeared a half-drawn seal.

The outer line was drawn in half a beat, yet the construct of the seal seemed to be on the verge of falling apart.

Fell didn't panic, as even cursing would cause the seal to disappear from his mental construct. A wave of chilling energy arose in his soul palace and refreshed his heart and thoughts. The next moment, seventy percent of the seal was completed in a one go.

Compared to the last time he had used the seal. His efficiency at mentally drawing him had been halved by two, yet as the character was turning clear, its instability was also raised by the youth's hasty attempt.

In the end, even if he had kept part of his attention toward his surroundings to avoid being splashed into a paste by the weight of the creature. The progress on the drawing of the seal continued, and before long, a fully drawn seal was hovering inside of his soul palace.

This time, probably due to the fact that the white hole filled with thick multicolored lines akin to veins had appeared in his body. He detected something different around the drawn seal and approached it using his ego body.

His arm approached the seal, and the next moment he clenched his fist around the materialized scripture.

The moment he clenched his fist around it, a change happened, and the seal disappeared, absorbed inside of his ego body. His real body's eyes opened in a lightning-fast motion-a cloudy, yet conscious vibe was exuded from them- and for the first time, he moved.

His leg produced strength on the floor under his feet, turning it into a fine powdery mixture of dust and soil. The next instant, his figure broke through s.p.a.ce and reappeared high in the air.

Surprise flashed on the youth's face as he hadn't expected his own movement to attain that speed. Soldier's Fortune shone in his hand, and his hidden and contained sword intent surfaced in grand daylight.

He appeared on the radar of the humongous creature. But sadly, it was too late as Fell's blow had already been executed.