Chapter 587: Chapter 587

The sound of energy building up rippled swiftly across the land. In the blink of an eye, a terrifying crimson light shot into the heavens, illuminating nearly a hundred kilometers in every direction.

Every dark creature turned into a rapidly expanding dark-red halo, and hundreds of thousands piled together to form a dazzling red sun. Its fearful brilliance felt like a decree of heaven.

After reaching its limit, the red radiance erupted, the million beams converging into one dreadful scarlet pillar.

The pillar shot skyward, ramming straight into the descending meteor. In less than half a second, the two collided with a thunderous crash!

Ring after ring of visible shockwaves fanned out at high speed, sweeping the clouds from the sky and revealing the pitch black sky. There, an expanding iridescent sphere hung in mid-air as terrifying power imploded within it.

Specks of crimson shards drifted down like fragile snowflakes, yet they landed on the ground like falling meteors. Each detonation left a crater nearly a hundred meters wide. And these were merely splinters of Seranar's crimson pillar, not even worthy of being called aftershocks!

One could imagine the sheer torrent of explosive energy Cassius was enduring at the heart of that crimson pillar. Even a towering mountain would likely crumble beneath Seranar's light amassed by a million dark creatures!

Yet, inside that swollen sphere of red light hanging in mid-air, the situation appeared completely different. A burly figure drifted downward, clad in a broad black coat. Golden hair lay smoothly over his shoulders without a single strand curled or strayed, looking almost ornate.

Cassius's face was blank and his gaze utterly calm. He merely thrust his right hand forward, and an invisible yet indestructible barrier formed a hundred-meter sphere around him. No attack could trespass inside as though the heavens themselves had decreed it. Thus, the assault formed by hundreds of thousands of Seranar stalled a hundred meters away, unable to inch forward.

From afar, the grand collision and swelling red sphere were nothing but a fancy light show where Seranar's light energy skimmed the barrier's surface.

Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang...

The roaring assault piled on endlessly.

Cassius, still pressing forward with one hand, felt a tinge of impatience. At the speed he had just crossed the sky, he could easily have evaded the blow. However, he had wanted to test how far the Dominator Fist realm outstripped an extreme combat artist.

Now, having taken the strike on purpose, he had a rough answer. If he had still been an extreme combat artist, this Seranar attack would have left him gravely wounded and near death. That was assuming he had activated Golem state and unleashed all his physical defenses. Without the Golem, he would likely have been reduced to dust.

Now, he could block it with a hand as casually as taking a sip from a cup. He was an unbreakable reef, shattering the dark creatures' force upon impact. Their assault looked as menacing and furious as a wrathful wave, but in truth, it turned to white froth at a touch.

Countless dark creatures roared ever louder across the blood-red plain. "Seranar! Seranar! Seranar!"

They seemed to believe it would empower the soaring red pillar enough to vaporize the descending figure.

"So noisy," Cassius muttered within the pillar, a flicker of disgust in his eyes. Withdrawing the hand that held back the energy, he curled it instantly into a fist.

He swung his fist, unleashing terrifying Qi and strength.

A colossal phantom fist slammed downward, shattering the Seranar pillar in an instant.

The ground quaked as a scarlet sea of blood heaved and reversed. A gigantic fist imprint several kilometers wide was stamped into the earth, squashing dark creatures like pancakes. Some had even been vaporized outright.

That single punch slew tens of thousands of dark creatures on the spot. They felt no pain, for death struck too swiftly.

A red figure traced a long curved parabola through the air, finally landing on a giant tree over a hundred meters tall on the peak of Saint Lun Mountain.

Waves of wind from the blast rippled past, lifting the hem of his black coat. Cassius stood quietly atop the tree, and looked down at the knuckles of his right fist. His joints were thick, contours gnarled, and skin tough. It was like a weapon.

That very fist had just annihilated nearly a hundred thousand dark creatures in a single blow!

Furthermore, right after shattering the Seranar pillar forged by a million more. Back then, Cassius could match such might only by entering the Southern Dipper state and fusing Southern Dipper Forces. He had to unleash Sonic Fang Force and let every Southern Dipper Force roar forth. Only then could he hope to slay tens of thousands.

Now, as a Dominator Fist, a casual punch surpassed his past ultimate techniques. What if he was serious? What if he went full power? What if he fought to the death?

Those were three different tiers of output.

Cassius exhaled slowly, feeling an incomparable ease. "Ha..."

So this was Dominator Fist, the legendary realm he had sought along the path of Covert Martial Arts! Its strength made his fists itch, urging him to battle for seven days straight to release his power.

He opened his eyes slowly, a hidden flame flickering within. Looking down, he saw hordes of dark creatures charging through the bubbling, poisonous sea of blood. They carried madness, malice, and bloodlust.

Had anyone else been atop that tree, any Covert Martial Arts Practitioner of the surface world, they would have shivered inside. Fear, unease, even despair would have seized them. They would have felt cornered like a trapped beast.

Below, a savage wolf pack bared their fangs, eager for blood. The sheer, hopeless numbers alone would have chilled the bravest heart.

That is, anyone but Cassius. What did he see?

Not blood-crazed wolves, nor terrifying monsters. Beneath him crawled nothing but lowly ants sunk in mire. Their wriggling mass was both nauseating and feeble.

"Heh, I'll crush you flat."

Smiling softly, he flicked his right thumb outward. A terrifying Dominator Fist aura shot into the night, filling every inch of space. Qi spilled outward, sweeping invincibly across everything. He had not even struck; he merely released his Dominator Fist Qi.

Immediately, a scarlet ocean crashed from the night sky and slammed straight into the sticky blood-sea below.

Blood surged upward, and the earth seemed to turn over. The soil's surface split into winding fissures dozens of meters wide, revealing pitch-black chasms. Some cracks widened over a hundred meters, more like ravines.

Corpses of dark creatures tumbled and fell within the blood. In the blink of an eye, the ant swarm was obliterated. A million dark creatures were reduced to a sparse handful. All others were crushed to death by Cassius's unleashed Qi.

Originally, he could not have done this right after breaking through. However, with his Golem Covert Martial Arts Mental Unification stage now past ten percent, it was as if he had been steeped in Dominator Fist Qi for centuries.

An endless, surging world of Qi descended. Each mote of Qi, imbued with the Will of a Dominator Fist, was heavier than anything.

Dark creatures below Cataclysmic Spirit level died on contact, unable to resist for even a single second against that domineering Will. Those above that level lasted only slightly longer before obliteration. Only extreme Cataclysmic Spirit level creatures could barely flee by burning all their strength.

Though, once Cassius saw them, death remained inevitable.

"Just small fry. Not even good for a warm-up..."

Cassius shook his head in disinterest and turned his gaze to Saint Lun Mountain, where a massive scarlet cavity yawned. A familiar, dense calamity aura wafted from its depths.

Two great hands clamped onto the cavity's edges, gripping the heavy rock. A terrifying force burst forth, shaking the whole of Saint Lun Mountain. The hole widened bit by bit, its calamity aura growing thicker. Sticky blood poured out ceaselessly from within.

The next second, an enormous evil-eyed giant thrust its upper body through, blocking the blood moon. Its form was colossal: the upper half alone matched a quarter of Saint Lun Mountain. With the lower half, it might equal half the mountain!

This was a living being, rivaling a mountain in size. It was like a mythical giant striding among the clouds. Legends once spoke of giants roaming a vast, secret forest. Their steps caused earthquakes and startled creatures. Their heads were often unseen as their shoulders were lost above the clouds. Humans could only glimpse their mountain-like lower bodies.

The evil-eyed giant, half emerged, let out a dreadful roar as though proclaiming its arrival to the entire surface world. The bellow lasted a full three seconds. Then, its single red eye swept the land and saw utter ruin.

The blood-sea was scarred with cracks and pits, while only a pitiful few remained of its million Evil Eye kin. Rage surged within the cyclops giant.

While Cassius fought Seranar's pillar, he had sought to clear a path and cross over. Yet during that brief moment, its forces had been wiped out!

The evil-eyed giant roared again, deafeningly. "Seranar!"

Its eye locked onto Cassius. The black figure glided gracefully over the blood-sea, cutting a straight line toward it.

The giant raised arms as thick as pillars high overhead. Its clenched fists cast a vast, terrifying shadow. An inconceivable brute force erupted as both arms smashed downward to pound a crater into the earth.

A colossal blast resounded, shaking the ground like an earthquake. Yet the explosion came not from the earth but from the giant itself. Right as those pillar-arms swung, a silhouette struck first.

It was an unassuming punch.

The giant exploded! Its mountain-sized torso sprayed blood as bones shattered apart. Flesh scattered in all directions, raining down in a storm of gore. This update is available on NoveIꜰire.net

A black figure shot upward through the bloody rain. Cassius streaked into the cavity in Saint Lun Mountain and landed at its rim. He looked emotionless, as cold as a machine.

Across the vast hole, straight below his gaze, lay the giant's lower half on the ground.

The evil-eyed giant was no Ultimate Dark Form, merely a special extreme Cataclysmic Spirit. Like a fierce totem split off by the Totem King, it was not independent but remotely sustained by its true body.

Clearly, the real opponent worthy of Cassius at this weak point was not that swarm of ants. It was the power behind the evil-eyed giant, lurking beyond the inter-world passage.

A black-leather boot stepped onto the cavity's rim. Cassius's hair and coat whipped about as red light blazed from his eyes.

"Come on! Crawl out here, Seranar King! Let me see how strong you really are, Ultimate Dark Form."