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This time, he had managed to control the third stage of Gene Lock, and it was evident that he had put in a lot of effort to achieve this. Now, he could finally indicate that he was able to maintain control, and his physical attributes had received a significant boost. The backlash and recoil from the blade in his hand had decreased considerably.
However, he knew that if Freyr's Mental Power was not focused at this moment, he would still be in a very awkward position. The immense sense of pressure was palpable, and he felt as though the speed of the Black Vines was not any slower than his own.
The sharpness of the blade quickly flared up at the hilt. Perhaps the tree spirit sensed the impending danger, as the countless vines suddenly retracted and arranged themselves into a wall of branches. Some vines even burrowed into the swamp, emerging unexpectedly for surprise attacks, but each attempt ended in failure.
Nevertheless, some vines did make contact with him, only to be sliced apart by his blade and reduced to Dust. He hadn't expected such overwhelming power from this ancient sword. Fortunately, he hadn't used too much force initially; otherwise, he might have split a commercial plaza in half. The steel-reinforced concrete pillars had been neatly severed. To be honest, he had felt quite embarrassed at that time—he had only intended to test it out and nearly caused a disaster.
Now, he charged forward rapidly, slicing through the writhing vines one after another, reducing them to Dust with each strike. His fierce attacks surged like a straight bolt of lightning. Soon, Freyr found himself deep within the core area, where the retracted vines formed a wall that thrust toward him in an orderly manner.
He hadn't anticipated that this tree spirit possessed such capabilities. As he delved deeper, he noticed something peculiar: there were countless vines on the periphery, and even if they were cut away, they hardly affected the essence of the tree spirit. The core vines contracted like a formation, creating an oppressive deterrent that seemed poised to erupt at any moment.
The force of his strikes suddenly intensified. This time, he faced more formidable opponents. With one slash, his attack merged into thousands of blade lights, delivering a fierce killing blow that began to dismantle the terrifying wall of vines. However, it was not as smooth as before; instead of being completely severed, they broke into segments. Some vines sustained minimal damage but still bore marks from his blade.
Yet with each strike, the tree spirit's momentum visibly waned. The number of its vines diminished significantly this time, suffering considerable damage. Suddenly, the ground beneath the swamp shifted slightly. Freyr instinctively sensed danger approaching and stepped onto the edge of a vine. Pushing off with his foot, he leaped into the air and channeled all his strength into his blade.
A surge of energy radiated from the blade's light—more terrifying than when he had cut through buildings before—demonstrating the fearsome nature of this Alchemical Weapon. The sharp edge plunged downwards with tremendous force; the tree spirit's branches swayed violently as it clearly did not anticipate such deep penetration from the blade. The immense power combined seamlessly as more than half of a branch was severed in an instant.
The brilliance of the blade's light gradually subsided as the tree spirit's trunk crashed to the ground and fell into the swamp, splattering mud everywhere.
A strong backlash occurred simultaneously; Freyr staggered back several steps to return to his previous position. Supporting himself on the hilt with both hands, he gasped for breath under immense pressure. The muscles starting from his neck began to cramp violently; Gene Chain was not absolutely safe after all. At that moment, an unexpectedly severe backlash struck him harder than he could have imagined. Intense pain filled his mouth with blood; blood spurted from his nostrils as capillaries expanded to their limit.
Yet he did not fall. Such tenacious warriors were rare on the battlefield; perhaps only in death would their existence be recognized. Most remained nameless figures whose bodies could never be fully recovered after battle—a testament to its horror—constantly claiming lives. Born into such chaotic times, they never considered how far humanity might go in the future; they only focused on whether they could survive through each challenge ahead.
Freyr felt a sense of contentment despite his exhaustion; both his physical strength and Mental Power were depleted. He had reached his Ultimate form, his body swaying unsteadily. Fortunately, his genetic condition was stabilizing and not deteriorating further. This time, he had tapped into two abilities that should not have been used, seemingly triggering the power of a forbidden zone.
The feeling of danger had dissipated, and the musk that had enveloped him gradually faded away. His sensory capabilities were reviving, and the tingling sensation was subsiding. The intoxication was truly mesmerizing; perhaps he wouldn't even feel pain if he were to die.
The air in Silent Ridge remained quite murky. Suddenly, he caught a whiff of a putrid odor that resembled the stench of swamp gas. He quickly stepped back, realizing that this place was not entirely airtight. Holding his breath against the strong wind, his complexion slowly shifted from green back to normal.
This state persisted for a long time; he lost track of how much time had passed—perhaps several hours. Then, from a nearby pile of stones, someone suddenly coughed and stood up unsteadily, looking somewhat unwell. Shaking his head slightly, he coughed again, feeling dizzy as he surveyed his surroundings.
"What just happened? My eyelids felt so heavy like they were being interfered with, making me want to sleep," Parker said as he suddenly Awakened, inadvertently waking others who were still in slumber.
"Cough cough cough! It feels like someone hit my chest! Ugh, it hurts everywhere! How did we end up sleeping in a pile of stones?" Xiong Tai's voice rang out loudly, instantly rousing everyone else.
In such a situation, they never expected that even in their dreams they could experience something so stimulating.
However, someone noticed something unusual. A hand emerged from the stones, and with a forceful pull, the person managed to free their upper body from the pile. Gradually, they pulled their lower half out as well.
Gasping for breath, they looked up and shouted, "Quick! Go check on Freyr! We must have been affected by some creature's musk; this toxin paralyzes the nerves. We all fell victim to it without realizing it. But my neural pathways are peculiar; I remained partially awake. Deep down in my consciousness, I sensed someone doing something around us—there's no mistake about it. Otherwise, we would surely be dead." The speaker's eyes were gray—a reflection of a world devoid of light. It was Nosty, who was currently in better shape than the others; his nerves were only partially anesthetized. While the others might take a long time to regain their full combat abilities, he could immediately utilize his Mental Power to assess the situation around them and alert everyone.
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