Jacob stood in the center of the cyclone, absorbing the huge amount of Blood Vitality from the Beyond Unique Rank assassins. The runic lines on his bones started to light up one after
another.
Furthermore, despite all those explosions, he was completely unscratched, and the poison was even less fatal to him despite being a sure kill move against any normal Quasi Legend.
After reaching the peak of the first phase, his control over blood was extremely refined. Despite being diluted and turned into poisonous mist, he could easily separate it as long as he could sense it.
So, in a sense, by blasting off all those assassins, his enemy does him a huge favor. Although it might reveal his ability, so what? He can't continue to hide and waste away all this potent blood vitality, especially after sensing its potency.
As for the poison mist that he separated, Jacob also sensed something familiar with the poison mist; it was actually a Whammy Poison, which means the product of an Evil Poison Lord!
Furthermore, this Evil Poison Lord was far above his current level because Jacob didn't have time to research poison. Nonetheless, because of his special attribute, the Whammy Poison was even less fatal to him. Instead of harming him, this Whammy Poison ended up helping him control the blood vitality.
It took him a minute or so to completely devour all the blood vitality, and 70% of the runic lines on his body were glowing in a crimson hue now. What was left around him was the whammy poison.
However, Jacob wasn't planning on gathering it since it was an excellent camouflage, and he was sure those guys would be extremely careful with this poison. After all, the Whammy Poison has no cure like a normal poison, and only holy attributes can counter it.
Furthermore, with so much Whammy Poison, he was sure even the creator, the Evil Poison Lord, wouldn't be able to gather it in a short amount of time, so it was nothing but an advantage.
Jacob directly cut his control over the Whammy Poison, and the cyclone lost its power and started to scatter again.
However, before Jacob could rush over those hidden enemies, he suddenly sensed something and looked toward the ground. He was astounded when he saw a runic marking appear, and they were spreading at a fast pace all around him. Moreover, he could sense a powerful soul force or something similar emitting from those runes, and his expression became extremely solemn.
"What is this?" Jacob quickly looked towards Immortika.
"Oh, an interesting thing but useless," Immortika's reply was simple, but it made Jacob relieved.
He gloomily looked towards the east, 'I can't let them continue as they wish, or they might do something I won't be able to handle. Playing time is over!' With vague killing intent, his figure suddenly vanished in the mist.
"Is it over? Did he kill himself?" Mr. 65,100 inquired with unease as he watched the cyclone finally go, but he could sense that before it vanished, the massive blood vitality gathered at the center was completely wiped out.
"No, something is not right." The midget among the ground, who was none other than Diminutive, gravely said, and his voice carried a hint of unknown fatigue.
A giant among the ground suddenly sensed something, and he roared in warning, "I can sense extreme danger! We are exposed!"
"Calm down, Mr. 91,883." The Leader spoke, but his voice was no longer calm as he looked towards the dark gray mist.
The next moment, the dark golden barrier around them becomes even more solid, as the leader confidently says, "As long as we are inside this barrier, he can't breach. Just a few more seconds before the formation covered the entire sealed space, and no matter what kind of tricks he had, it would be for naught!"
The restless ground finally calmed down after the Leader's assurance, as the target was simply too unpredictable, and the seemingly easy mission was now turning out to be an uncertain one.
They weren't here to lose their lives but for the benefits, and if the danger outweighed the benefits, they wouldn't hesitate to abandon it no matter what price they had to pay.
At his moment, the runic circle where an ethereal glow surrounded Asher suddenly started to pulse, and the next moment, a massive phantom of a bull suddenly appeared behind him. "The Soul Serving Formation is finally complete!" The leader emotionally commented, his voice carrying a hint of excitement. He knew it wouldn't be long before he got what he wanted. All the planning and resources he had spent were worth it as long as he could get Jacob's body.
Even if his initial speculation turned out to be wrong, he still wanted Jacob's body and his secrets. If he suffered any loss, it would be his own fault, but he was willing to take a risk because just the faintest possibility was enough to make anyone take such a risk.
"Bang!'
At this moment, a powerful impact suddenly shook the entire dark golden barrier around Asher and the others, drawing everyone's attention. They finally saw a giant there in a windbreaker and his two swords trying to break the barrier. But the barrier was extremely powerful, holding off the giant's might behind his swords.
"He really found us!" The aged voice inhaled sharply, and his trembling hands couldn't hide his fear. He didn't know what kind of enemy his dear leader had provoked, but he was glad that he was on the other side of this barrier; otherwise, they might not be able to live to tell
the tale.
Jacob finally withdrew his swords when he failed to shatter this barrier despite using his full strength without fluid acceleration. From the outside, no one could see the inside, but he knew they were hiding there because he was using the Eyes of Judge.
"Don't worry; he can't see us. Sir Prince, please hurry." The Leader coldly looked at Asher, who was becoming impatient.
"Bastard! You didn't tell me this would take so much effort!" Asher's unwilling and clearly enraged voice rang, but he knew now wasn't the time to settle the score with the swindler.
The formation under him started to brighten up as powerful pressure suddenly released, "Dream Soul Serving!"