One-Eyed Monster

Igor’s attack at this moment was really cathartic in the eyes of the Resistores.

They had lost many comrades during this period. Although the remnants of those comrades’ wills were still here, even if they wanted to recondense someday, it would take a very long time, and all sorts of accidents might happen. Most of the time, these remaining scraps of will could hardly control Energy to form a new body, and could only keep wandering in this Border Realm.

This grief made the Resistores feel terrible. They knew what this outcome meant, and they also understood that if they couldn’t win this battle, then those comrades were basically gone forever!

Of course they didn’t want that to happen, but they also felt helpless about it. After all, they weren’t the ones calling the shots here right now; their strength was nowhere near enough to make the other side yield. On the contrary, the enemy’s crushing power left them no way to escape.

So Igor’s Physique Technique assault made them see hope all at once. Being able to beat up this Soul Devourer Master like this felt damn good!

Not only the Resistores— even those monsters that had already retreated intact and hidden themselves were poking their heads out one after another.

Nobody wanted to miss a moment like this. Seeing this Soul Devourer Master getting beaten so miserably was really rare. It made everyone in the Border Realm extremely excited.

If those Soul Devourers that had completely collapsed could wake up right now, they would definitely think this scene in front of them was a dream. No one had ever hit their Master like this before; very few could even get this close to the Soul Devourer Master in this place...

Unfortunately, right now, this was exactly what was happening. And it was all being done by a teenager who had only recently entered the Border Realm!

Some were excited, some were shocked. Everyone in the Border Realm was contributing all kinds of expressions— everyone except one person: Sol.

As the leader of the Resistores, Sol wasn’t just someone with strength; he also had a cool head. At this moment, he actually felt this was a perfect time to retreat. Igor was using this shameless style of Physique Technique to pin down the Soul Devourer Master, and the Resistores could take the chance to pull out intact. As the saying goes, as long as the green hills remain, one need not worry about firewood. As long as they kept their strength, they would have a chance to counterattack. Sol hovered over this decision for a long time. He wanted to retreat...

But all of a sudden, he felt that retreating just like this would be letting down those comrades who had collapsed. He had to at least find an opportunity to get some justice for them.

However, he had tried several times to attack this Soul Devourer Master, and still couldn’t find any way to break through that layer of Energy Shield. His Lightning didn’t work, and flinging out Energy didn’t work either. This Soul Devourer Master obviously knew how to use Energy to protect himself.

Yet no one had expected that a guy immune to Energy would pop up in the Border Realm. Even though that guy relied on an external force, his sudden appearance was still abrupt as hell.

Watching Igor hammer the Soul Devourer Master with punch after punch, Sol really wished he could go over and land a few himself...

To retreat or not retreat—which was better? Sol started hesitating. In his mind, the overall situation was still more important; he couldn’t just chase this momentary thrill. He felt the Soul Devourer Master would eventually find a way to overcome the current situation. So their position was still not optimistic. They had to think of a way to withdraw intact.

The thought of retreat gradually took the upper hand, and at this moment Sol was one step away from giving that order.

The one thing making him hesitate was Igor.

Looking at Igor now, he didn’t seem like someone venting on impulse. Sol kept feeling that Igor was searching for some kind of pattern, so he hesitated—whether or not to stake their hopes on Igor.

Sol had a kind of trust in Igor. He didn’t even understand where that trust came from, but he always felt that Igor’s arrival was no coincidence, as if some power in the dark had pushed everything to happen this way.

So he was willing to gamble on Igor.

Even though his rationality was taking the lead right now, he still didn’t give the explicit order to retreat. One look at his companions’ eyes around him told him that at this moment, they all wanted to believe in Igor. Whether it was the Mos Brothers or Shana, or Nonoa, or even Torres, they were all looking at Igor with hope.

Sol understood those eyes. He understood that kind of expectation too.

They had stayed in this Border Realm for far too long. If they couldn’t put an end to this, then these guys who had long lost their original bodies would be stuck here forever. They had no other path to choose; they could only choose to keep fighting the Evil Force here and act as gatekeepers for their own world.

Igor could also feel that kind of expectation at this moment. With so many eyes on you, it was impossible not to notice. He kept pounding the Soul Devourer Master step by step, following a set rhythm. Right now he was groping for a pattern. He discovered that when he was about to be completely exhausted, that Soul Devourer Master also started abandoning his current body, preparing to transform a new one. It seemed their windows of weakness overlapped.

In other words, with the way he was beating him now, the moments when the two of them were at their weakest were overlapping.

Thinking of this, Igor felt he had to take a risk.

On the Yowein Continent, Physique Technique was the most commonly used attack method among Fighters, but among Fighters there was a special type of people—the Martial Artists. These people had a certain kind of combat skill that they called Martial Arts.

Those who possessed Martial Arts could save their stamina. They could often lay someone out flat in just a few moves, and others wouldn’t even be able to tell how they did it.

And Igor just happened to know a little bit of Martial Arts.

That was something he’d learned at Yonder Travel Academy. Igor had been a treasure at Yonder Travel Academy; every instructor from every class wanted to take him as a disciple, but he had righteously turned them all down. As a result, those instructors had each shown off a bit in front of him, and Igor, not the least bit polite, learned everything that interested him.

Martial Arts was one of them, and now Igor was going to use those Martial Arts to give this Soul Devourer Master a good thrashing.

Igor tested it a few times, and then a new plan immediately formed in his heart.

Yet another one of the Soul Devourer Master’s bodies got broken under the beating. He was already exhausted— not in the sense that his consciousness was tired, but more that this barrage of attacks was making him irritable. He began to leave this wrecked body and started transforming and condensing a new one...

And just when his consciousness fully shifted onto this new body, he heard Igor roar, ”Right now!”

Before the Soul Devourer Master could even react to what was going on, he suddenly realized that a Spirit Binding Net had been thrown over him.

Then he heard Igor shout again, ”Sol, lock him down!”

Right after that, a strand of Lightning Shackles shot over at high speed and wrapped around him...