Chapter 390 – Thousand-Eyed Asura

“Boom!”

Blood-red lightning streaked abruptly across the sky, as if a huge blood-red meteorite had thunderously crashed into the depths of Alloy Island.

The intense roaring sound echoed repeatedly, as if the blood-red meteorite was breaking through layers of steel barriers underground, continually falling deeper.

Alloy Island, like an ant nest under mysterious attack, trembled; giant cannon mouths rose from the underground, and numerous fully-armed fighters swarmed out from the base.

“Huff-Sss-“

A few individuals wearing ornate precious metal masks stared intently towards the direction of the falling blood-red meteorite, as if waiting for something.

Shortly thereafter.

“Boom!”

Where the blood-red meteorite had landed, a terrifying aura suddenly surged, and countless fragments of alloy steel and chunks of concrete were swept up by an invisible whirlwind, spiraling into the sky.

A massive figure with eight arms slowly ascended from the whirlwind.

A burly man wearing a platinum mask was hanging from one of the figure’s arms.

The latter was slowly withdrawing his hand from the man’s chest, fresh blood dripping down his gruesome body bit by bit.

In an instant, an overwhelming murderous intent was released from him, sweeping across the surroundings…

Several members of the Mosa Throne saw this scene, their pupils instantly constricted.

Without any hesitation, they decided to act simultaneously.

Powerful evil energy waves surged from them, their hands wielding golden spears that shone as dazzlingly as the sun.

“Rip-“

At the moment when the light reached its peak, several golden spears were launched simultaneously, like golden lightning slicing through the sky, instantly hitting the blood-red figure.

“Boom!”

Terrifying energy fluctuations erupted, and dazzling golden light vibrated through the void, shattering the invisible whirlwind in the sky.

The Mosa Throne members who had acted watched the site of the energy explosion intently, waiting for the vibrations to subside.

But before the golden light could fade, a sharp screech burst from the center of the battle group.

Faster than the screech were several streaks of golden light, attacks surpassing the speed of sound by an unimaginable factor.

The Mosa Throne members who had acted didn’t even have time to react before their bodies were suddenly pierced by something.

“Boom!”

The chest of a Mosa Sect Throne burst open, and the individual was nailed to the ground by his own thrown golden spear.

The body of another Throne was torn apart, with the right side almost completely disintegrated by the horrific force of the throw.

Another was even less fortunate, not even managing to utter a sound before his head exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

The entire head, along with the platinum mask worn on it, was blown to smithereens.

The battle ended in the moment it had begun.

Hidden in the shadows, the remaining Thrones watching from a distance felt their scalps tingle and their bodies chill.

They decisively abandoned any last thoughts of resistance and turned to flee.

In the sky above, the lingering energy fluctuations gradually smoothed out as a figure with eight arms silently emerged.

“Tap-“

Lu Yuan’s feet lightly touched the ground, looking at the three Mosa Sect Thrones he had caught and casually thrown his spear back to kill. His demonically enchanting face showed no hint of emotion.

“Fragile, just like porcelain that could shatter upon touch…”

Lu Yuan casually remarked, then took a deep breath.

A massive amount of blood burst from the bodies of the three deceased Thrones, then turned into wisps of blood-red mist, merging into his body.

This time, the Experience progress bar on his [Elephant Deity. Asura Form (Legendary)] professional panel finally moved.

From the previous 15%, it jumped to 16%.

Lu Yuan’s aura and murderous intent rose with the tide.

The desire to kill within him churned incessantly, growing more intense.

“Swish-“

From the dense, knife-like cracks on Lu Yuan’s chest, suddenly an eye filled with malevolence opened, spinning ominously.

“Thousand-eyed asura?”

Lu Yuan gently touched the edge of the suddenly opened eye, contemplative.

After this eyeball appeared, he felt his instincts for combat and slaughter had intensified.

It made him increasingly feel as though he was born solely for the purpose of killing.

“Born from slaughter, die from slaughter… Is this what an asura is?”

“Is the elephant deity of asura origin?”

Lu Yuan speculated in his mind but, without confirmation, had to set aside these thoughts for now.

“Also…”

He squinted to observe the hunting targets provided by his [hunting instinct].

“Seven.”

Lu Yuan walked forward calmly.

The asura form combined with the secret technique of The Fusion of Two Flowers allowed him to possess combat power above the ninth stage, even without making a breakthrough beyond the limits set by Yuwen Tong.

This, along with the terrifying killing skills and combat instincts bestowed by the asura form.

His actual combat power was likely even higher than that of a typical ninth stage by an entire dimension.

“Asura form compared to Ming King Stance, besides gaining a significant increase in pure physical strength, also adds the ability to control energy…”

Lu Yuan continued to walk forward as the giant energy cannons that had him locked in fired in unison.

Thick beams of energy shot towards him from all directions.

Unfazed, streams of blood-red light flowed out of his body, solidifying into a layer of dark red armor on his skin, resembling dried scabs.

The terrifying energy beams struck his body, shattering and dispersing like water hitting solid rock, unable to move him in the slightest.

This blood-red energy originated from those he had killed.

In theory, the more enemies Lu Yuan killed, the greater the blood-red energy he could control and the stronger his strength.

Amidst the thundering of the cannons, followers of the Mosa Sect, piloting combat mechas, charged at Lu Yuan.

Fearlessly driven by the directives of the remaining Thrones, they attempted to halt his advance.

With countless energy beams bombarding him, Lu Yuan moved his eight arms in unison.

His sharp fingers fiercely traced dozens of scarlet blood lines through the air.

The blood lines spread out.

The combat mechas, converging like a steel torrent in front of Lu Yuan, froze in place after being swept by a bloody light.

Moments later, their massive metallic bodies, shimmering with a metallic sheen, were silently sliced into pieces-some into several, some into dozens-before crashing down thunderously.

From the damaged mechas flowed the crimson blood of the pilots, forming tiny rivers on the ground that continuously streamed toward Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan walked calmly through a hail of bullets and the occasional blasts from energy cannons, along with colorfully varied spear throws.

No attack could halt his stride.

Wherever he passed, vibrant lives fell around him, their flesh turned to mush.

“Kill!”

A Mosa Sect follower, clad in armor and carrying a giant heavy cannon on his shoulder, his eyes blood-red, screamed and frantically pulled the trigger of the heavy cannon as Lu Yuan approached step by step.

Huge energy light spheres poured out like raindrops.

The vibrations from the high-frequency energy shattered the weapons wrapped around his hands, leaving his arms bloody, with white bones showing beneath the flesh.

Yet, he seemed oblivious, as his vision was already filled with hallucinations under the overwhelming murderous intent that felt like a mountainous tsunami.

In his field of view, he couldn’t find his target, seeing only a vast, rolling blood sea enveloping the sky.

Desperate fear and a tenacious adherence to his faith entangled wildly in his heart, driving him into a state of complete madness.

He yelled and wept simultaneously, tears and snot streaming down his face, his expression a mix of crying and laughing.

The energy in the giant cannon on his shoulder had long been depleted, yet he continued to habitually pull the trigger.

Until the towering blood sea in his hallucinations completely engulfed him, he fell to the ground with empty eyes and blood flowing from all orifices…

“Swipe-“

After countless killings, another eyeball on Lu Yuan’s body opened.

Then a second, a third…

The experience bar on his professional panel showed little change, but the relentless slaughter seemed to awaken the dormant asura genes within him.

His perception of battle and slaughter sharpened, and the aura around him grew increasingly wild and icy.

“Boom!”

Suddenly, the alloy ground beneath Lu Yuan exploded.

He disappeared and reappeared thousands of meters away in another location.

A middle-aged man, thin and wearing a platinum mask, let out a low growl of terrified surprise as powerful evil energy waves surged from within him.

Clutching a golden spear in both hands, he thrust it forward violently.

However, the spear immediately sank into a massive force that enveloped it, making no progress.

Following closely, a monstrous gigantic claw abruptly smashed down from above.

The will burst forth violently from the platinum mask on his face, but just as it emerged, it was scattered by the claw’s strike.

Then, it crashed down powerfully.

“Snap-“

A head was gruesomely crushed by the blood-red gigantic claw.

Lu Yuan casually tossed aside the golden spear in one hand, then released his other hand.

In the broad palm of this hand was only a mass of bloodied flesh and a small, crushed lump of metal that was once a mask.

“Six left…”

Lu Yuan continued forward.

The remaining ones were not easy to find.

Most of the remaining Mosa Thrones had already fled, some now fast leaving this oceanic region.

The only hunting targets left on Alloy Island were two.

Lu Yuan casually made a tearing gesture with two of his eight arms.

Invisible force transmitted through the air…

“Rip-“

A domed metal structure in front of him was suddenly split in half, violently torn apart.

Behind the ruins of the building, two people were quietly waiting for his arrival.

Lu Yuan stopped in his tracks, looking at the two figures before him.

One he knew well, the Eleventh Throne of Mosa who had lured him to the island.

This blond man, lion-like, now stood less than a kilometer away from Lu Yuan, his robust body slightly trembling, his eyes beneath the mask trying to remain calm but filled with panic and fear.

The other, clad in ancient armor, one hand wielding a spear and the other a shield, was a silver-haired man.

The man, clad in armor that gleamed like diamonds, held a spear and shield that shimmered beautifully under the sunlight.

He appeared far more composed than the Eleventh Throne.

His gaze, fixed intently on Lu Yuan, radiated waves of battle intent that surged like the tide.

The aura he emitted was immensely powerful, the brilliant halos around him vibrated through the void, vastly surpassing that of the Eleventh Throne by many folds.

“My name is Liao.”

The silver-haired man spoke softly, as if observing an ancient ritual before the commencement of a battle.

Following his statement, the Eleventh Throne standing behind him seemed to find support, gradually gaining composure in his eyes, even daring to meet Lu Yuan’s gaze briefly.

“Good, I’ll remember that.”

Lu Yuan, looking down at the silver-haired man, responded calmly, “I will engrave that name on your skull as a part of my collection.”

At these words, a fierce gleam burst forth in the pupils of the silver-haired man.

At that moment, his battle intent also seemed to reach a peak.

Instantly, he lunged at Lu Yuan!