Obtaining 10x rewards! Reincarnated into a novel as a side-character! Chapter 213 First time being wounded?

Chapter 213

Oliver's pulse quickened. He could feel the weight of the dark espera pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. The creature's dark espera tried to crush him, bearing down like a weight on his chest. He needed to weaken it, or else it would be difficult to get close. Each breath felt heavier, the air around him thickening with the creature's corruption. Dark espera was especially harmful to exorcists with pure, untainted espera.

He needed sothing more. Sothing potent enough to burn away this darkness. He raised his hand, black flas dancing at his fingertips.

[Holy Flas of Nightmare]

With a sharp thrust of his palm, the black flas burst forth and engulfed the chira. The flas roared to life, scorching the ground beneath them as they wrapped around the creature. The flas howled as they licked at the dark espera, burning through the corrupted energy. For a mont, Oliver thought he had gained the upper hand. The chira staggered, its grotesque form jerking as the holy flas gnawed at its flesh. The chira staggered, its movents growing sluggish as the holy flas feasted on its defenses.

But then, with a bone-chilling roar, the creature surged forward, seemingly unfazed by the damage it had taken. It powered through the fire, a primal fury driving its limbs. It didn't stop. Instead, it let out a deafening roar that almost shattered Oliver's ears.

With a furious bellow, the chira lunged through the fire, ignoring the damage. Its claws ca down like hamrs, savage and fierce. Those terribly sharp claws scraped against Oliver's arm, tearing through his cloak and drawing blood.

"What?"

Pain flared up his arm, sharp and searing, as the creature's claws ripped into him.

The searing pain jolted him as he was thrown back by the force of the blow. He skidded across the dirt, his breath ragged, eyes narrowing at the creature that now lood over him. It was growing wilder, losing control, the dark espera around it pulsating violently. It was clear that the chira was losing control, slowly going berserk.

It didn't even bother healing itself, leaping into his flas without hesitation, catching him off guard for a mont.

The chira felt stronger than Jetia at this point, its power swelling as it absorbed more dark espera from the environnt. Dark espera overflowed around it, shrouding the creature in a dense cloud of malevolent energy.

The chira lunged at him as Oliver rolled sideways, quickly trying to gain so distance between them.

Its movents were erratic, but the raw strength behind each swipe was undeniable.

The chira let out a low howl as the Holy Flas of Nightmare burned intensely on its body.

Layers upon layers of dark espera slowly smothered the flas until they were completely extinguished from the chira's tough hide.

"Damn it…" Oliver gasped, clutching his bleeding arm. His heart raced as he struggled to catch his breath. The chira was relentless, and it was getting stronger, feeding off the dark espera in the air. His strikes, his flas—they weren't enough to stop it. Not yet.

'Co to think of it, this is the first ti a demonic being has actually managed to injure .' He couldn't help but feel the gravity of the situation.

But he wasn't finished. His body scread in protest, but his mind remained calm. Forcing himself to his feet, Oliver cald his mind. The [Eternal Winter Physique] humd inside him, his control over ice limited but present. He used a fine layer of ice to close his wound, stopping the bleeding with the help of frost.

The chill numbed the pain slightly, giving him a mont of clarity. As his arm healed, he raised his uninjured hand and summoned a wave of freezing air, attempting to slow the chira's movents. The frost crept across the ground like a living thing, reaching out to entrap the creature.

The frost spread across the ground, creeping up the creature's legs and binding it in place for a mont. It thrashed wildly, cracking the ice, but it bought him the ti he needed.

"This is going to hurt."

Oliver dashed forward, calling upon his palm technique. His movents were swift, a blur of energy and precision as he closed in. His eyes locked onto the chira's eerie, human-like eyes, determination burning behind his [Cosmic Void Gaze]. He wouldn't use it recklessly, just enough to seize the creature's attention and daze it.

[Eternal Twelve Lies Palm]

The air shimred around Oliver's outstretched hand as twelve massive spectral giants appeared, their palms mirroring his own strike. Each palm was a projection of pure, condensed force, aiming to crush the chira beneath their might. They descended on the chira all at once, their blows crashing into the creature's body with the force of a mountain. The ground shook with each impact as the chira howled in agony, its grotesque mouths twisting and contorting, unable to process the overwhelming assault.

But even as the illusions struck, Oliver could feel it. The chira's body was far from breaking. It was a beast driven by pure, chaotic hunger. The dark espera swirled violently around it, resisting the attack. The creature's body cracked, but it did not fall.

A piercing shriek escaped the chira's mouth as it curled its body to avoid the assault and minimize the damage. Its survival instincts were still intact, impressive for sothing so twisted. Even without intellect, it knew how to do such things, which impressed Oliver to so extent.

Oliver staggered back, panting, sweat dripping from his brow. He had used too much espera already.

His energy reserves were draining faster than he anticipated. It was most likely due to the excessive dark espera clouding his surroundings.

Had there been another Rank-1 exorcist in his place, they would have long since drained their espera and beco the chira's breakfast.

"I can't keep up this pace forever…" he muttered, glaring at the creature as it rose from the aftermath of the palm strikes. Its eyes blazed with an unholy rage, its body pulsating with malevolent energy. Its eyes burned with rage, the dark espera around it swelling with malevolent energy. It was more ferocious now, the damage only making it more dangerous.

Even without intelligence, the chira already viewed him as a huge threat to its own existence, and its desire to kill surged even more.

But...

Did Oliver care?