1351 Smirk
Ryu's gaze flickered, his expression serious. However, the curl on his lip seemed to give away what was happening inside of him.
He was a Dao Pedestal Realm Ancestor, in the midst of thousands of Sky Gods, each with the ability to kill him with a single finger, and yet what he was feeling wasn't fear. His heart thumped out of his chest, a wild thrill flooding his veins. He felt like he was standing on top of the world, his restrained bloodlines beating against their chains as though they might break free at any time.
Empana and Ianjor rushed from Ryu's back, the latter looking toward Ryu's back. Others couldn't tell the difference between Ryu's feelings right now, but he definitely could. Ryu looked to be as cold as could be, but he could see that faint curl on his lip. It was easy to miss it, or dismiss it as a quirk of his expression, but Empana knew it was a sneer.
That sneer only appeared in one moment: when he was playing people in the palm of his hands.
It was a sneer he had seen too many times, a sneer that even the powerhouses of Sacrum had greatly feared despite it coming from a mortal, and maybe a sneer that the True Martial World would come to fear very soon as well.
It seemed that very soon the name Ryu Tatsuya would echo with a roar.
Little Silk responded to Ryu's urging with an even faster speed. Despite only being the False Sky God Realm, it seemed that this little one's velocity was truly quick. It seemed that now it wasn't just that the others were following Ryu, but rather that Ryu was leading.
Empana's eyes narrowed. He noticed the shift. Even Jorlumin, who had started constantly looking toward him for confirmation before acting, was now moving to Ryu's rhythm. Through a more roundabout method than lanjor, Empana seemed to realize that something was very wrong.
However, this wasn't a moment that he could do anything about it. Given the situation, if they stopped now, then the only result would be battle. It was impossible for things to go differently.
Ryu suddenly shot from a cave tunnel, bringing them back to the catacombs, but before anyone could react or slow down he shot into another one, then hours later, he exited and swiftly entered another, then another. It was as though he was a man possessed.
The others felt like they had hopped onto a tiger that they couldn't come down from. They had no choice but to continue following Ryu.
The Exo Demon and White Devil Races both had pledged to following Empana's group, while Empana's group couldn't stop or else a battle would erupt without a doubt. Some even hoped that Ryu would understand the situation and not come to a stop.
Ryu flipped a palm and a pill appeared. Before anyone could see what it was clearly, he flicked it forward at great speed. Little Silk, who was flying at great speed, suddenly leapt forward and chomped down, swallowing it.
Any fatigue that had been taken on by the little one vanished in the blink of an eye, a sparkling radiance emitting from her gorgeous wings as she rushed forward at even greater speed.
Suddenly, Little Silk began to spin, a whirlwind of biting cold wind taking shape. Imperceptible lines of silk quickly began to form one after another, each impossible to spot with the naked eye. However, just when it seemed that Ryu would be using this to get rid of Empana and the others, his lips began to move.
Without hesitation, everyone followed his orders. It was a complete shift from how things had been in the beginning. The moment they sensed Ryu's commanding voice echoing in their minds, they felt that it only made sense to follow his commands and their bodies moved of their own accord. Each and every one of them completely forgot that he was meant to be someone that had his orders filtered through Jorlumin.
In the end, they began to twist their bodies into all sorts of peculiar postures, rushing forward at their greatest speed.
They landed on the other side of the net of silk, rushing out of the cave tunnel once more.
At that moment, the Exo and White Devil Race caught up. Not understanding what was going on ahead of them, they rushed forward, trying to brace themselves.
But that was when an absolutely ghastly scene took shape.
They rushed forward and made it to the other side, their faces sinister and prepared to launch powerful attacks. However, that was when, one by one, they froze, their faces paled and they collapsed to the ground in pieces.
When they hit the ground, their bodies trembled, separating into countless frozen pieces, each one entirely unrecognizable on their own. It looked as though meat had been chopped them and then flash frozen, sealing all of the blood and flesh within.
"HALT!" Norrian roared. Ralora's group had no choice but to follow suit as well.
They looked forward, hard, and barely managed to see imperceptible lines of silk. However, evne when they focused, they couldn't be sure that they had spotted them all. In fact, it was much easier to tell that there was something ahead by the chill as opposed to their senses.
However, even if they focused on the chill, with how many lines there were, and how they overlapped so well over one another, how could they possibly tell them apart completely.
There was only one choice, they had to destroy them.
Gritting their teeth, they gave the order.
On the other side, Ryu didn't even bother to look back. He knew what choice they would make. However, destroying Little Silk's silk attack was easier said than done. Even if they had powerful flame users, it would take them at least a few hours to make sure it was all cleared.
Ryu smirked inwardly. That was perfect. It would be an adequate buffer.
Finally, the scenario in the catacombs had changed. Ahead of them was a world that looked completely divergent from what they had become used to.
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