Erik's eyes turned feral. He channelled mana through his Frostwind Fire Tempest brain crystal power's neural links. The surrounding air crackled with energy, and the temperature
plumted in an instant.
"Alright, assholes. Let's dance."
With a gesture, a massive wall of ice erupted from the ground in front of June and the
Chimaeric Demons. It towered over the battlefield and prevented the blackguards from attacking his clone.
The wall was imposing, rising high above the battlefield with jagged spikes of ice protruding nacingly from its surface.
It was almost as tall as a five story tall building, sothing that anyone on that battlefield knew required massive amounts of mana.
People might have wondered why soone wasted that much mana on a battlefield, but they didn't know Erik could easily get that mana back by killing more people.
However, that wasn't the only feeling Its sheer size and the cold it released gave. People literally got shivers down their spines, if not because of fear, at least because of the chilling cold seeping into their bones and threatening to stop their hearts.
Humans were naturally scared by anything that was much bigger than them, and that wall for
sure was.
Thanks to the Instability brain crystal power, he felt June rejoicing, as much as the Chimaeric Demons, seeing those walls. They understood who it belonged to. It had to be Erik's.
Erik thought, but he wasn't done yet, especially because the blackguards there turned to look at him.
Of course, they recognized the man they were desperately trying to apprehend.
Their eyes turned murderous, if not as such, at least enraged. The blackguards' angry eyes narrowed and their brows furrowed deeply. All their facial muscles tightened and their lips curled into malice snarls.
Erik only replied with a grin. That, and with a shit ton of mana, channeled through his neural links.
He shaped the wind into a colossal blade, because he needed to clear the battlefield in that area, to show his prowess so that everyone could see it, and revel in fear.
The wind howled, the blade took form and writhed in the air, squirming as if it was a leech eager for the blood it just sniffed.
"Hey, shitheads!" Erik said at the enemy forces. "Catch this!"
He swung his arm down, and the wind blade followed the motion, obeying his will. A will to kill.
It tore through the battlefield like the scythe of so pissed-off god of death, aid straight at the frenzied mix of blackguards, Thaids, and Volkov's troops that dared to attack June.
As it moved, a screech happened, because of the air that got violently torn like the belly of a lamb just slaughtered.
The smarter ones among the enemy troops, or better, the lucky ones that had enough power, threw up barriers, trying to shield themselves and those nearby. Of course, many didn't even register the attack.
Mana-infused shields flickered to life, a patchwork of barriers of all types spread across the field like flowers in bloom.
From fire shields, earth shields, and any kind of shields brain crystal powers could make. So did not belong to powers that were purely defensive, and that ant they were the first to shatter, since they were not strong enough.
Though, those specializing in defence resisted. But not everyone was that lucky-or that quick.
The wind blade sliced through flesh, tal, and monster hide and plates with equal ease. Screams of agony and surprise filled the air, alongside the sounds of bodies being torn apart.
Erik felt a flood of mana rush through him as the screams of his enemies got cut short by his powers.
[HUMAN KILLED: MANA ABSORBING PROCESS STARTING.]
[HUMAN KILLED: MANA ABSORBING PROCESS STARTING.]
[HUMAN KILLED: MANA ABSORBING PROCESS STARTING.]
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[HUMAN KILLED: MANA ABSORBING PROCESS STARTING.]
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