Genetic Ascension

Chapter 1632 Three... Two...

Sylas took a deep breath and exhaled, his expression a bit pale. He closed his eyes, knowing that he had won the first battle, but was likewise very much aware that he was running out of time to get to the second.

There were only about three hours or so until the next wave.

ʼAn hour.ʼ

Sylas took a seat on the Hollow Wingʼs back, continuing to take deep breaths.

Corpses of the members of the 040 Sanctum were littered around them-the last of them having been personally killed by him-while the vast majority had ended up leaving.

By now, he had definitely exposed the sheer amount of control he had over the Serpentes. But if he hadnʼt done so, he knew that he would have been screwed over. There was definitely no way he could have defeated two waves of Demons on his own without the 040 Sanctum as a shield.

Sylasʼ eyes flashed open after exactly an hour passed.

He still had lingering issues from his previous unconscious state, but they were mostly minimal problems... if he didnʼt push himself too far, that was.

Unfortunately, he didnʼt have that luxury right now.

He needed to scout.

The Hollow Wing shot into the air and flashed away.

Sylasʼ eyes darted around as he crossed through one territory after another.

There were 40 Sanctums participating, separated into an irregular grid across the battlefield. Each battlefield was at least 2,000 kilometers across, and accounting for the roughly square to circular shape of the battlefield itself, the diameter was around 12,000 kilometers or so.

It took the Hollow Wing 26 to 30 blinks to cross from one side of the battlefield to the next with its current strength. This allowed Sylas to quickly map out the regions and form an understanding of where all the Sanctums were located.

Now, he could pick his next target more strategically.

Sylas began putting the Hollow Wing into the Hibernation Realm and pulling it out continuously. Although he could have used the Hibernation Halo instead, Hibernation Halo required active use of his Will, while the Hibernation Realm did not.

He had to save his strength where he could, so though it was a little inconvenient and less effective, so long as he wasnʼt in the middle of battle, this was the better choice for him.

After an hour, he had a full scope of understanding of every battlefield. However, because of his choice, he had also likely been exposed by some of the Sanctums as well.

There was no choice. If he was going to get close enough to tell which Sanctums were where, then he would also be exposing himself to likewise being seen.

This seemed to have made the fact Sylas hid the Hollow Wing useless, but this wasnʼt the case.

For one, Sylas hadnʼt been seen by every one of them. Only about 10 or so of the remaining 38 Sanctums now knew he had such a fast method of travel. The problem was that those 10 Sanctums were also the ten most powerful of them-but that was going to have to be an issue for another time.

Second, just because they knew Sylas had the Hollow Wing now, didnʼt mean they had as much information as those watching from the outside.

From everything they knew, they likely felt that something like the Hollow Wingʼs blink ability could only be used a limited number of times. They had no idea how continuously he could use it, and many of them believed that he had used up those opportunities to quickly escape them.

Sylas stopped in the air.

There was an hour left now. The question was... how best to take advantage of the current layout of things?

Time ticked away, and everyone seemed to be waiting for Sylasʼ next move. But as time continued on, and the moment of the next waveʼs start inched forward, those of the 073 Sanctum began to grow antsy.

Was Sylas waiting until the very last moment? That made sense in part, since it would save him the hassle of being attacked by those in control of certain territories. But given his strength, he shouldnʼt have to cut it this close, right?

Three...

Two...

Sylasʼ eyes opened.

The members of the 073 Sanctum almost fainted. Sylas hadnʼt moved at all. He had returned to the territory of the 040 Sanctum, and now the second Demon Wave had been triggered.

Sylas took a step and fell from the Hollow Wingʼs back, exhaling a calm breath as Nosphaleen stepped out from a swirling portal of gold by his side. Her skin rippled with scales, and she returned to her peak condition, a trident pulsing with light in her hands.

”Deal with large threats I point out. Otherwise, just watch,” Sylas said calmly. ”Watch very closely.”

”Yes, Master,” Nosphaleen said with a pleasant smile.

Sylas clenched his fists, and the lower half of his sleeves shattered, his Scorned Wraps manifesting in dancing lines of bloodied bandages.

His calves followed suit as he took a step forward, his Aether thrumming with life and vitality.

The ground shook as the second wave of Demons closed in, their bodies surging ahead with a momentum that seemed to have the world at their beck and call.

[Morphing Earth Demon (E)] [Level: 100]

[Physical: 520,000]

[Mental: 500,000]

[Will: 500,000]

Not just one, but sea after sea of them, thousands stacking atop thousands, and tens of thousands more following after them.

For a single F-tier to be facing off against this kind of threat seemed little more than foolish. No one could understand what Sylas was thinking at all.

Sylasʼ chest bulged, and what remained of his turtleneck tore to pieces, flying off into the wind.

His eyes glowed with the majesty of an emperor, the ring of gold around them only growing more volatile.

He took a step forward, and the ground shook once again. But this time, it was because he commanded it to be so.

In a blink, he had vanished.