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The sense of slaughter was intense, and the counterattack of the young Mutated Spider began swiftly. The Confronting Zerg launched their assault, while the hunters of the Hunter Association stood united. Freyr, a newly inducted hunter, displayed decision-making and actions reminiscent of a seasoned veteran who had completed numerous missions.
A thunderous roar erupted; it was the sound of mature Mutated Spiders colliding head-on with One-Star Hunters. Coincidentally, the impact was evenly matched. After absorbing the force, Kloya slowly pushed himself up from his knees, calmly flipping through a hardbound book adorned with golden lettering—an unusual choice for him.
“Dance of Silence!!”
In an instant, Kloya opened a page of the gilded classical book. Mysterious characters sprang to life on the page, swirling rapidly as a solemn chant filled the air. The atmosphere of Ancient Osenyan unfolded like a priest reciting a sacred scripture in a cathedral.
At that moment, Kloya's body inexplicably levitated into the air. The characters flowed into him through his mouth, nose, and eyes, drawn from some unknown power deep within. The wispy strands of hair at his forehead gradually turned a haunting white as he opened his mouth to emit an ethereal scream. His face contorted in agony as the unbearable pain began to fade, with Ancient Osenyan symbols imprinting themselves onto his skin.
Arching his body in a frenzy, time passed slowly. In response to the pain, he tore off two long sleeves. Eventually, the characters dimmed, while the mature Mutated Spider remained indifferent, slightly crouched on the ground as if in reverence, instinctively bowing to welcome the awakening of a king.
Two pale arms bore strange symbols that evoked a sense of melancholy and awkwardness—one symbol represented Moonshade, while the other was the magical symbol of Corona.
With a huff, Kloya gradually returned to his original form, exhaling a wisp of black mist from his mouth and nose. Once back to normal, he appeared somewhat sinister.
He gently descended from his floating state and returned to solid ground, gazing indifferently at what lay before him.
As that elusive aura emerged around him, the mature Mutated Spider began to tremble in fear. It struggled to rise from its prone position, its expression heavy with anxiety. As Kloya stealthily approached, the Mature Mutated Spider grew increasingly timid; though it did not retreat, its breathing became noticeably more complex.
“Zzz…”
The howl of the Mature Mutated Spider echoed instantly, as swarms of Juvenile Spiders emerged from nowhere, surrounding it and forming a tyrannical hierarchy of disciples.
However, the number of these Larvae was still too few to pose an immediate threat. Instead, they indirectly became guardians of the psychological trauma, as their numbers were not enough to instill fear. Psychologically, Kloya's tactics had already achieved maximum effectiveness. Although this was not a psychological warfare strategy, the overwhelming probability indicated that Kloya had secured an absolute position of victory.
With both hands in motion, the cries in the air resonated, and a dark red orb of light formed, expanding like a swelling fireball. A large group of Larvae was roasted until their skins cracked. Thousands of arcs of heat burst forth, and even the size of the Mature Mutated Spider could not shake off this wave of heat.
Scorching Comet—a dark red vortex formed within the arcs of light, flames engulfing everything in front of it and turning it into a sea of fire. The flickering flames reflected off the exoskeleton of the Mature Spider.
Yet that hard exoskeleton became its greatest weakness; its advantage turned into a disadvantage. The fiery arcs attempted to strike from all directions simultaneously. The Mature Mutated Spider's body trembled slightly, and a piercing scream suddenly erupted from its mouth.
As the light intertwined, the bodies of the Juvenile Spiders became translucent, their retinas showing signs of burning. Anyone who looked directly within two meters could be incinerated by the flames. The reason for this two-meter limit was that Kloya deliberately compressed the distance; however, the simultaneous gathering of heat felt like an unvented boiler. The scorching heat was unimaginable; even five meters away, looking directly at it was unbearable. The intense heat from the Firewall slapped against their faces, causing searing pain that would also inflict great harm on their companions.
The incredibly resilient exoskeleton of the Mature Mutated Spider showed signs of charring. Even for such a massive creature, the tolerance of its retinas was surprisingly fragile. Its eyes bled black blood, losing sight entirely; it had gone blind just like that. The softer parts emitted a distinct burnt smell as time passed second by second, and the momentum of the flames gradually faded.
Crawling on the ground, thick pus oozed from its festering wounds, which had begun to scab over. The stench was overwhelmingly foul as blood seeped out from larger wounds. The injured target appeared to have no intact skin left anywhere on its body; standing and moving resembled a trembling canine creature struggling to crawl.
"Nine Dragons Shiwa Candle Flame Dragon!"
The incantation seemed deliberately loud enough for others to hear, as if waiting for a reaction from its opponent. Suddenly, a flickering fiery dragon silhouette was reborn from the ashes; dark red characters shimmered briefly like a fire dragon roaring through flames.
Nine Dragons Shiwa Candle Flame Dragon—this was his ultimate technique sealed within his book. Often he did not wish to use it; rather, he usually decided outcomes before fully exerting himself. This time, however, the spider's size and resilience met his standards. There was no one else standing in his line of sight capable of withstanding this first-time display. The powerful heat radiating from him surged forward rapidly.
Although the spider had gone blind, its exoskeleton's insulation and its instinctive ability to predict surrounding temperatures allowed it to sense impending danger. Yet its body had already become like decaying wood; it could only perceive temperature at its utmost limit—an extremely dangerous scorching heat. The candle dragon circled in the air to intensify the surrounding flames into a faint black hue before charging straight toward the Mature Mutated Spider on the ground.
“Zzz…”
The piercing cry suddenly faded away, leaving behind the remnants of the Mature Mutated Spider, riddled with countless holes scorched by heat. A foul, dirty steam wafted out, and its breath had nearly vanished. It lay on the ground, its body twitching as if in a spasm. Blood splattered from its wounds for a moment before being dried up by the intense heat once again.
At that moment, a ball of black fire emerged from the surface of a fist. Kroya swiftly glided forward, his fist radiating an overwhelming heat and power.
The power surged forth, and the Corona runes on his forearm flickered like the sun before dawn. The flare unleashed was undoubtedly the strongest and most tragic strike. Kroya had merged with his technique; he was not just executing it but had become one with it, even his Willpower fused with the move.
With a thunderous boom, the entire Tower shook violently for several moments.
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