Vampire With A System
Chapter 63: Immortal Beast vs Lightning Path Ascendant
The horrific, absolute silence that followed the instantaneous bisection of the Shu Clan vanguard was a heavy, suffocating weight.
Evan and Peaker stood entirely paralyzed behind the towering, snow white entity, their minds struggling to process the sheer, unadulterated scale of destruction.
Evan’s modern, calculating mind, which always sought to measure variables and balance equations, found itself completely broken by this display of absolute power.
There was no math for this.
There was no strategy.
This was the raw, unyielding truth of an immortal crashing violently into a mere mortal.
The four Supreme Elders standing at the base of the hill were frozen, their faces twisted into masks of deep, unadulterated terror.
These old ascendants, who had spent a century ruling over the territory with absolute authority, were suddenly feeling the cold, paralyzing grip of their own mortality.
They were scared, their blood running cold as they looked at the faceless white nightmare that had just erased their elite vanguard with a casual swipe of its arm.
But amidst the awe inspiring display, a sharp, cold realization cut through Evan and Peaker’s shock.
They were safe from the vanguard, but they were still in a highly volatile, insecure position.
The Supreme Elders were cornered beasts, if even one of those ascendants decided to bypass the white creature and strike at the source, Evan and Peaker would be vaporized before they could blink.
The residual pressure of the immortal beast’s aura was keeping the elders at bay, but the battlefield was a chaotic vortex of shifting variables.
Peaker was the first to snap out of the daze.
His dark eyes darted from the freezing, faceless entity to the distant, terrified elders.
He knew that staying right behind the summoned beast was a tactical hazard.
He reached out, his hand trembling slightly but his grip tightening like an iron vice as he grabbed Evan firmly by his right elbow.
A sudden surge of desperate vitality forced his depleted apertures to give one final, agonizing thrum.
He hadn’t completely recovered his Qi, but the sheer threat of immediate death forced his internal spirit to burn through his aperture.
"We need distance," Peaker hissed, his voice a ragged, desperate whisper.
Before Evan could even nod, Peaker violently triggered his remaining reserves, invoking his Shadow Teleportation Blood Worm.
The low, flickering golden light from the dying pentagram cast their long shadows across the muddy field.
In a fraction of a heartbeat, the darkness pooled around their boots, rising upward like a shroud of black smoke.
Space itself seemed to fold around them with a soft, concussive pop.
The next instant, the shadow network released them.
They materialized cleanly twenty meters away from the immediate epicenter of the battlefield, crashing lightly into a patch of wet grass near the edge of the open field.
Evan immediately dropped to one knee, his hand locking onto the grip of his silent revolver, his dark eyes wide and sweeping the perimeter to awaken his senses.
They were still within the danger zone, but the twenty meter buffer gave them a clear line of sight to watch the titanic clash about to unfold.
Sensing the shifting positions of the intruders, the atmosphere among the Supreme Elders fractured.
They knew retreat was no longer an option, the entity blocking their path was a monument of absolute law, and its blind, faceless head was fixed entirely on their positions.
If they ran, they would be hunted down one by one.
One of the four Supreme Elders, a monster whose long, silver hair was laced with crackling sparks of electricity, stepped forward to challenge the immortal beast.
He was the vanguard of the ascendants, a dedicated lightning path cultivator who had reached the absolute peak of the mortal realm by refining rare, high tier lightning path blood worms for almost two hundred years.
His body was a living conduit for the storm, his very skin vibrating with a pale, violet current that defied the falling rain.
He did not waste time with words or political declarations.
With a violent roar that shook the damp earth, the lightning path elder exploded into motion.
Utilizing his supreme lightning speed, his body transformed into a jagged streak of purple light.
He vanished from his initial position, reappearing instantaneously exactly five meters away on the right side of the immortal beast, holding a strict and calculated seventy degree angle with respect to the creature’s blind profile.
He was testing the beast’s spatial awareness, searching for a blind spot in an entity that possessed no eyes.
Without pausing for a single microsecond, the elder unleashed the full velocity of his path.
Moving with absolute, blinding lightning speed, he executed a perfect, violent three hundred and sixty degree rotation around the stationary immortal beast.
The purple streak of his movement tore through the mud, creating a circular wall of crackling, high voltage electricity that trapped the white entity at its center.
The heat from his rapid transit was so intense that the falling rain within the circle vanished into columns of scalding white steam.
As he completed the full rotation, the elder used the immense kinetic momentum to launch himself violently into the air.
He soared upward like a rocket, cutting through the low hanging storm clouds until he hovered exactly seventeen meters above the battlefield, looking down on the motionless immortal beast with a expression of pure, desperate wrath.
"Die, you faceless abomination!" the elder screamed, his voice carrying the acoustic rumble of thunder.
He thrust his right hand into the open sky, violently activating his killer Blood worm the Purple Lightning Spear Blood Worm.
Instantly, the dark clouds violently rippled, and a massive, solid spear made entirely of highly compressed, crackling violet lightning spawned directly into his leather gloved hands.
The weapon radiated a catastrophic heat, the electricity humming with a frequency that threatened to shatter the eardrums of anyone within a hundred meters.
With a violent, downward thrust, he threw the lightning spear directly at the immortal beast with absolute lightning speed.
The projectile descended like a falling star, tearing the air apart and leaving a blinding trail of purple ozone in its wake.
Evan watched from twenty meters away, his mind tracking the trajectory.
It was a perfect, flawless strike, executed with the absolute peak velocity of the mortal realm.
But the immortal beast didn’t even raise its arms to defend itself.
As the catastrophic violet spear closed the final distance, the white creature merely tilted its torso, stepping a single, nonchalant inch aside from the direct path of the strike.
The movement was so smooth, so entirely casual, that it looked as if the beast had simply predicted the exact coordinates of the attack before the elder had even thrown the weapon.
The massive purple lightning spear missed the creature’s shoulder by a mere millimeter, driving violently into the muddy ground behind it.
The impact was catastrophic, a massive, concussive explosion of violet electricity detonated against the earth, blasting a deep, five meter crater into the dirt and sending a shockwave of mud and scalding steam tearing across the field.
Meanwhile, the other three Supreme Elders standing near the hill grew very scared.
Their faces turned entirely pale, their lips trembling in a state of profound shock.
This right here was their comrade’s absolute killer move, a supreme technique that had vaporized high tier leaders and shattered defensive techniques in past wars.
To see it avoided so casually, with nothing more than a slight, indifferent step aside, shattered the final remnants of their confidence.
They realized with absolute clarity that they weren’t fighting a powerful cultivator, they were fighting a fundamental law of the higher universe.
Up in the air, the lightning path supreme elder felt his heart freeze.
The immense drain of spawning the purple spear had completely depleted his active reserves.
Panting heavily, his breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps, his body lost its levitation.
He fell heavily through the rain, crashing onto his knees in the deep mud just a few meters away from the crater.
His silver hair hung loose and damp, the purple sparks across his skin fading into nothingness as he stared up in sheer horror.
The immortal beast didn’t pause.
It turned its blind, faceless head toward the broken ascendant and came walking slowly towards him.
Its footsteps made no sound in the wet muck, its extraordinarly muscular white body pristine and completely untouched by a single speck of mud or dust.
It approached the kneeling elder like a judge approaching a condemned prisoner.
The supreme elder tried to raise his arms, to channel one last spark of current, but his body refused to obey.
The immortal beast stopped right in front of him.
Without a single word, without a hint of anger or effort, it casually raised its right hand and used the back side of its hand to slap the supreme elder across the face.
The impact was instantaneous and absolute.
There was a loud, wet crack that echoed across the silent field as the sheer kinetic force of the backhand completely severed the ascendant’s neck.
The head of the supreme elder went flying through the rainy sky, spinning violently before crashing into the distant grass, while his headless torso remained kneeling in the mud for a single, horrifying second before slumping over into the dirt.
The peak of the mortal realm had been decapitated with a lazy backhand.