Chapter 262: Titan from Another World
[Activate Power Rune?] [Yes / No]
Priam activated the Yin Enchantment Rune.
The next instant, he waved his hand, releasing a wave of elemental power in every direction.
*WOOOOOOSH!*
Whether in the sky or around the enemy army, everything was engulfed by a furious storm of wind.
Priam’s wind power was multiplied dozens of times over, creating a terrifying pressure of wind that completely isolated that area of the plain. It was as if the apocalypse itself were unfolding right above the Sorcerers’ heads.
That wasn’t a Magic Art or anything like that. With his Elemental Physique active at its maximum, Priam could manipulate and shape the winds however he wanted.
So he simply tried to recreate the idea behind the Flame Prison using another element. It turned out quite different, but it followed the same principle and worked perfectly.
From a distance, Mo Lan and Arvid forgot to breathe.
Then... Priam plummeted.
*CRASH!*
He fell from the sky like a meteor, kicking up a cloud of dust.
His eyes lit up with a radiant blood-red glow as an overwhelming, primordial battle aura enveloped his body. Every muscle, every fiber, and every bone in his body resonated in perfect harmony.
"COME!"
This wasn’t merely a Mage anymore. In that millisecond, it was as if the incarnation of the God of Fists himself had been reborn upon the earth!
Priam threw the first punch, moving like a ghost.
*BOOOM! BOOOM!! BOOOM!!!*
Chaos erupted instantly. Thousands of creatures of every imaginable shape, size, and mutation charged at him in a frenzied horde. Bone saws, infected claws, monstrous jaws, and corrupted spells filled the sky above his head.
It was a single man surrounded by a Bestial legion.
However, the enemies’ numerical advantage itself became their greatest weakness. The density of the army prevented them from using powerful area attacks without slaughtering their own allies.
Besides, Priam gave them no openings:
He moved too fast.
He attacked too fast.
And his destructive power was simply too high.
*Fwoosh!*
Priam simply disappeared from sight, reappearing in the enemy’s blind spot. With every punch he threw, a shockwave of atmospheric pressure tore through entire columns of beasts, exploding heads and rib cages in a shower of black blood.
The Corrupted Calamity Beasts tried to retaliate, opening their jaws to unleash the legendary calamity poison.
However, the Sorcerers’ infection had already burned away those creatures’ vitality. After releasing the poison just once, Priam simply dodged.
After that, unable to hit him, they withered away within seconds, turning into dry, motionless carcasses. With a slight movement, Priam crushed their skulls immediately afterward.
Creating Corrupted Beasts from Calamity Beasts wasn’t a good thing. Overall, they were much, much easier to deal with than when they were alive.
The Corrupted Impure Beasts and Heavenly Beasts were incomparably more lethal.
But Priam didn’t think; he reacted on the level of pure instinct. He moved without emitting the slightest killing intent, gliding through the air as if teleporting between the gaps in the enemy army.
When a gigantic claw managed to catch him by surprise, the impact barely moved him.
Priam simply took a single step backward, absorbed the blow with his Physique, and advanced with three times the force, tearing the attacker’s head off with a dry snap.
Whenever a more serious wound appeared, he still had the power of nature to heal himself.
In an instant, he had entered the legendary Void State.
Power, Mind, and Body were in absolute synchronization. Every movement, every dodge, and every punch executed the martial arts of the God of Fists with divine precision.
Little by little, the ghostly projection of a primordial battle aura began to solidify around Priam’s body, growing stronger with every life he took.
It was as if an invisible domain covered everything around him. People couldn’t see it, but they could feel that once they entered his attack domain, they became more fragile than ants.
This was the final inheritance of the God of Fists, slowly being mastered and wielded by Priam.
Blood sprayed in every direction.
The desperate Sorcerers began attacking with Corruption Arts. But...
Nothing worked.
It was as if their corrupt power, upon coming into contact with Priam... simply vanished inside him! That was impossible!
Kilometers away, the two armies of the Great Races watched the scene in complete shock.
The furious dome of wind created by Priam had turned the battlefield into a sealed arena of death, where no Corrupted Beast could escape, and no one from outside could intervene.
From the edge of the plain, Arvid, Mo Lan, and hundreds of thousands of Beasts could only see the curtain of blood, hear the explosions shaking the earth, and feel the shockwaves making the air tremble.
A single man... was actually slaughtering a horde of thousands...
It looked like an impossible dream unfolding right before their eyes.
Suddenly, after several minutes and countless deaths...
Priam stopped in his tracks and disappeared into the air.
In the next millisecond, he appeared high in the sky, hovering over the battlefield like a punishing god.
A cold, disdainful smile curved across his lips.
Throughout that entire slaughter on the ground, Priam hadn’t been attacking blindly: his focus had been one hundred percent on eliminating the Corrupted Beasts. He hadn’t killed a single Sorcerer, because it simply wasn’t worth it.
With every creature that exploded, he devoured the corrupt energy within it. He converted everything into liquid Ether, accumulating it inside his core.
And now, his reservoir was overflowing.
At that moment, time seemed to slow down until it nearly stopped. The sky and earth trembled with a violent resonance, as if an ancient deity capable of pulverizing the heavens had opened its eyes in pure fury.
"AHHH!"
Priam let out a roar that tore through the clouds.
His two bloodlines, Eyes of the Wind and Pyrix, were burned simultaneously.
Along with them, the entire ocean of accumulated liquid Ether was burned all at once in an overwhelming chain reaction.
For the first time, Priam was using his Chaos-Grade Magic Art: Whirlwind Flare.
However, this Magic Art wasn’t something rigid or ordinary. Whirlwind Flare worked like a blank canvas—it only taught a concept.
The caster had to figure out how to intertwine the elements of Wind and Fire. The technique imposed no fixed final form; it was up to the user’s skill, control, and interpretation to shape the result.
If a thousand mages used Whirlwind Flare, a thousand completely different forms of destruction would be born.
Some would be concentrated attacks; others would be expansive and destructive; some would focus on speed, while others would focus on devouring flames... the possibilities were endless.
It was a technique created by a titan from another world, not meant to be a definitive attack, but to serve as an unshakable foundation upon which the user could build their own power.
With the System’s support, Priam fused the peak essence of his two bloodlines in perfect harmony.
That was the foundation of Whirlwind Flare, but the final result belonged solely to him!
One second later.
"BURN TO ASHES!"
Priam’s roar echoed as if the very heavens were being torn in half.
The night sky lit up in a blinding red-green glow. A storm of white flames and compressed gravitational air vortices fused together, creating an apocalyptic falling star that plummeted directly onto the heads of the Sorcerers and the remaining troops.
**KBOOOOOOOOOOM!**
The impact didn’t merely create an explosion—a shockwave swallowed the entire plain, incinerating flesh, bones, and the corruption itself in a fraction of a second, reducing the horde to nothing but ashes.