The Universe Is Innately Just 280 Blessed Being Part One

Lightning thundered as the black haired man followed the humanoid ent.i.ty in a relentless pursuit. The ent.i.ty felt a cold s.h.i.+ver run down- starting from its neck- as an intense alarm sounded in its mind.

It swiftly ducked, and rolled down on the ground in an attempt to avoid the black haired man's attack.

"Already rolling on the ground?"

Fell dryly said as his hand once again moved, his figure boomed through the atmosphere as he once again tried taking the life of the creature. The high and mighty ent.i.ty had lost all of its decorum as it was soon covered with large amounts of dust, after dodging Fell's attack by a small margin.

The strong heart of the creature had sped up as it sensed the dangerous atmosphere around the black haired man. His sword was following him everywhere he went, always a few meters behind him, and attacking him at any moment notice.

The worst in the black haired man's attack was that all of his slaughter intent would be hidden, till the very last moment, where it would explode around his bladed weapon, shocking the ent.i.ty and flooding its mind with powerful soul attack.

The ent.i.ty couldn't find any opening in the relentless attack she was receiving, and soon find itself forced to constantly dodge to escape from death.

"Puny G.o.ds.", mumbled the youth as his movement speed rose. His figure pierced through the void as he completely disappeared from the surrounding of the ent.i.ty.

Her shocked gazes darted left and right as it stood still with her senses extended outwardly. Uluk' Han couldn't help but feel dread in his heart, as he waited for the black haired devil to reappear at any moment, ready to take away his life.

"Where is he…", he thought after a minute pa.s.sed. The tension in his mind hadn't decreased, as it was actually the contrary- constantly raising with each minute that pa.s.sed- and his face was soon covered with sweat.

Did he leave?

That thought entered the creature's mind, causing it to feel as though it had survived a major calamity. Immediately after that, Uluk' Han turned around one last time, gazing at every inch of the terrain surrounding him with keen sight and mind.

His figure blurred, and the next moment, the only thing left in the surrounding of the short battle was the disappearing afterimage of Uluk' Han. His position was changing every second that pa.s.sed, with das.h.i.+ng steps that took it hundreds of meters forward every time they left the ground.

Having calmed down, fury soon bloomed in his heart as the ent.i.ty felt that his opponent leaving had been a disgrace. "I was forced into constantly dodging…", he thought with a grim expression that showed the damage his self-esteem had taken from the short fight with the black haired man.

"It is even worse than what Thol'Yr had a.s.sessed. His strength is a whole level higher than what he had a.n.a.lyzed…", he mumbled as he couldn't help but feel the might of the red-golden colored lightning energy that covered the youth's body. And that black colored sword, that appeared as though it was a beast in his mind.

"The number of a.s.sets and cards he has is too many for one single individual…", he thought as he felt as though that man shouldn't have appeared around such a city.

"It's him!", thought Uluk' Han as he remembered the reason behind the order of their attack. "The appearance of an individual with strong potential…", he mumbled with a somber face. "Does it mean… That he is younger than he looks like?", he thought as he couldn't help but refuse the possibility.

"I need to regroup with the two others…". His heart went cold as he couldn't imagine what would happen if the two red individuals grouped together. "If the second person is his avatar, then I can't fathom what level his cultivation is truly at…"

Uluk' Han had vastly overestimated the real cultivation base of Fell, as the fight had left deep, lasting memory of his terrible attacks. The only for him to face that youth would be to liberate the full extent of his strength, and that wasn't something he wanted to do, as it would leave him in a weakened and defenseless state afterward.

"I can't even alert the other two as it would give away my position and intention of regrouping with them…", he mumbled as his body continued advancing toward the north wall.

Due to the dense energy bubble that surrounded the city, he couldn't directly cross over the city and had to make the whole travel to the north wall before rejoining the east side where his two peers were at.

"Are you still holding on, Uluk' Han?", asked Thol'Yr as his intent rush at the west side of New Casablanca. The ent.i.ty hesitated; it waited for a few seconds, unaware if it should respond or not.

Then, the fuming and explosive anger he had been feeling caused him to regain his confidence. His intent condensed close to his in a formless manner and was spread in an arrow shaped before being sent toward the two ent.i.ties in the east side of the city.

"I'm alive. The black haired youth have left after a few fist exchanges."

"Black haired?", Thol'Yr thought as his eyes opened up. "It doesn't coincide with the red color they said before…", he mumbled in deep thought as his gigantic wing flapped and vibrated at a fast speed.

His eyes glinted sharply before Thol'Yr figure turned into a piercing arrow that streaked through the sky, traveling at a great speed toward the position of the other ent.i.ty named Kha'le.

"This matter is too strange…", he mumbled as he couldn't understand how someone this strong could exist in the city. His cultivation had already entered the third realm, and his peers were standing solidly in the peak of the second realm.

Genius capable of jumping rank to take down superior graded cultivator could be found in every planet, but the more advanced a cultivator would become, the lower the chance of that happening would be. As the difference between each realm would become humongous.

Usually, a second realm cultivator could amount by himself to an army of hundreds of first realm cultivators. Be it the quant.i.ty or purity of their energy; jumping ranks was never something that could happen in the higher realms.

"A second realm cultivator capable of taking us down this fast…". He mumbled as the more he thought about it, the more the entire scenario was turning strange in his mind, as though he was missing a big picture from the gigantic canvas of New Casablanca.

In one minute, Thol'Yr arrived on the east side of New Casablanca. He brushed his muddled thought in the back of his head as he focused his senses on detecting his peer.

"Where are they?", he mumbled as his clear eyes closed. His senses exploded outwardly as every life form existing around him appeared in his mind. Light curved around him, as though attracted by a small spot existing between his eyebrows, and his face disappeared as he executed a strange detection technique.

"As long as light exists. I can sense anything…", he mumbled as a smile appeared on his lips. "There!", he mumbled as he felt the powerful blood essence- akin to a volcano erupting- in the distance near the extremity in the East region outside of New Casablanca.

His wings resumed their works as he turned into a blinding white arrow that cut through the clouds in the sky, leaving a long line in a part of the firmament above the city. His high speed made him cross miles with every second pa.s.sing, as he saw a red explosion arise from a distance.

The explosion's size was enormous as it rose tons of cloud particles that gathered into a gigantic mushroom in the sky. The mushroom soon dissipated, with only a small red dot in the distance as a vestige of its existence.

"He is having difficulties!", sensed Thol'Yr as he gazed at the phenomenon in the distance.

It was as though a brilliant flame had been birthed in the middle of the night, it gathered his attention in a short span of time, as he maneuvered himself through the air before streaking toward the flame's direction.

As he approached, the minuscule red dot grew in height as it turned into a brilliant flame. By the time he approached enough to notice the figure of a man draped in a veil of thick red vivid flames, fine and long red hair- of the same color as the energy around the figure- danced in the wind.