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Chapter 342: Chapter 342: Obsessive Breakthrough

This time, instead of supporting, she actively took part and killed any wounded stray or weak beast. With the full support of her perfectly compatible spirit, which is actually rare at this stage, she continued absorbing the essence.

The Green Snake drank it all. It continued growing denser and heavier.

More, Zeyra thought, her vision swimming with pain and power. Take it all!

Her Flame Core… the rare, highly coveted foundation that made her a recognized genius of the Veynar… acted as a superheated furnace. It produced raw, violently pressurized essence that surged directly into her veins, acting as high-octane fuel for the spirit anchored within her.

The ethereal, ghostly apparition of the Omen Blood Green Snake coiled tightly around her right arm began to thrash and hiss. It drank in the boiling, volatile energy of her ambition. The heat inside Zeyra’s chest was suffocating, as if she had swallowed a mouthful of burning coals.

Her veins, accustomed to the limited output of an unawakened novice, began to literally scorch and blister under the immense, forced pressure. Her skin flushed a dangerous, feverish red, the veins in her neck and temples bulging against her flesh. She was on the absolute precipice of spontaneous combustion.

She was forcing a breakthrough in the absolute worst possible environment, surrounded by death and chaos, her body screaming for rest. Most warriors, feeling their internal pathways melting, would have immediately pulled back, terrified of permanently crippling their foundation or burning themselves to ash.

Any normal Vanguard elder would have struck her down to stop her from permanently crippling her foundation.

But Zeyra didn’t care about safety. She cared about the unbridgeable gap between her and the silver-clad monster fighting in the mud below.

If her foundation was too weak to stand beside the Divine One, she would burn it to the ground and forge a new one in the crucible of this apocalypse. She pictured Kira’s smug, stoic face. She pictured Sol’s effortless, god-like slaughter.

I refuse to be left behind! Zeyra shrieked, her voice tearing her vocal cords, echoing with a terrifying, unhinged resonance.

The chaotic, swirling around her body violently collapsed inward, straight into the body of her snake spirit, compressing under the sheer weight of her obsessive willpower into a single, hyper-dense singularity.

For a microsecond, she was statued, as if her body couldn’t endure and was about to collapse.

Inside her core, the Omen Blood Green Snake finally shed its spectral skin. It crossed the threshold. The spirit had reached Layer 1.

The moment the beast leveled up, the ancient, symbiotic contract of the Spirit Warrior activated. The feedback loop began.

The Green Snake, now overflowing with dense, high-tier power, pumped a massive surge of toxic, Layer 1 essence directly back into Zeyra’s veins.

Then, a metaphysical, bone-shaking CRACK echoed violently within her solar plexus.

The barrier shattered.

Layer 1.

Zeyra threw her head back and screamed as her physical baselines were violently rewritten in real-time. Her muscles didn’t bulk up like the Badger’s influence, instead, they condensed and elongated, coiled with the terrifying, fast-twitch tension of a striking viper.

Her joints popped, gaining a joint-defying, serpentine flexibility. Her senses sharpened to a razor’s edge, allowing her to detect the minute heat signatures of the beasts .

The aura that exploded outward from Zeyra was a sickening, highly toxic wave of emerald-green essence. The sheer, sudden spike in spiritual pressure knocked the surrounding reserve warriors back. The air around her instantly grew thick, smelling of crushed bitter leaves and lethal venom.

Zeyra gasped, falling to one knee. Her body trembled uncontrollably, her lungs sucking in air that tasted like copper and ozone. But as she looked down at her right arm, her dark eyes widened with a manic, euphoric glee.

The spirit was no longer a ghostly illusion.

The Green Snake had fully manifested. It was thick as a man’s thigh, its scales a brilliant, iridescent jade that gleamed gorgeously in the sunlight. The physical weight of the beast wrapped around her arm and torso felt incredibly grounding. Its massive, triangular head rested over her shoulder, its golden, slitted eyes reflecting the same predatory malice as its host.

Thick, viscous drops of emerald venom dripped from its exposed fangs, hitting the petrified wood of the rampart and instantly hissing, melting holes straight through the ancient timber.

Zeyra didn’t just feel stronger. She felt lethal.

More,” Zeyra whispered, a deranged, beautiful smile stretching across her blood-stained face.

Directly in front of her, the chaotic din of the battle answered. A pack of three Iron-Plated Spider-Fiends… Layer 2 Essence Born beasts that had previously ignored her weak, unawakened strikes… crested the broken palisade. Their venomous mandibles clicked in anticipation as they locked eyes on the kneeling girl.

The lead Spider-Fiend lunged, its massive, iron-hard forelegs raised to skewer her to the floorboards.

Zeyra didn’t retreat. She didn’t call for the elite warriors.

She stood up, her dark hair whipping in the toxic wind generated by her new aura, and thrust her bone-spear forward.

She didn’t just stab. Her arm moved with an impossible, serpentine fluidity, bypassing the beast’s guard completely. The fully manifested Green Snake mirrored her strike, lunging forward with terrifying speed.

The tip of her spear, now heavily coated in the concentrated, highly corrosive venom of the Omen Blood spirit, struck the Spider-Fiend directly in its armored thorax.

The beast’s heavy iron plating… which had previously required the combined effort of veteran spearmen to dent… didn’t deflect the blow. The emerald venom hissed violently, instantly melting the iron carapace like hot wax. The spear punched cleanly through the softened armor, sinking deep into the beast’s vital organs.

The Spider-Fiend shrieked in agony, its internal organs liquefying in seconds.

Zeyra didn’t pause. She used the spear as a pivot, her body twisting with unnatural, joint-defying flexibility. She ripped the weapon free, sweeping the venom-coated blade in a wide, fluid arc that cleanly severed the front legs of the second Spider-Fiend, sending it crashing onto the rampart in a screeching, melting heap.

And just as she was lost in the exhilarating power, behind her another Spider-fiend slowly crept forward, and raised its sharp front leg to pierce right through her.