An Understated Dominance (Maria Vittori) novel Chapter 1964

Dealing with one silver vine was already challenging. However, what caught everyone off guard was the sudden appearance of a dozen equally strong ones.

The burly man, momentarily caught off guard, found himself impaled by the silver vines. In an instant, his body became a gruesome canvas of blood and wounds.

"What—" He couldn't believe his eyes.

He thought he had faced the vine's deadliest move, only to discover it was just a setup for an even more ominous threat. The monstrous entity's origin and unmatched strength puzzled him.

Dozens of silver vines, like tentacles, lifted the burly man into the air. The silver vines ruthlessly tore his body apart with a resounding crack.

Blood sprayed and mingled with the dismembered pieces. Unlike the previous vine that drained blood, these silver vines seemed to assert dominance.

"No!" Jackson roared at the gruesome scene before him. Unhinged by the sight, he wasted no time and charged forward with his sword drawn.

"Die!" With relentless swings, he unleashed a fierce white blade aura, creating a storm that swept toward the silver vines.

The clash of metal echoed as he intensified his attacks, forcing the dozen of silver vines to retreat.

Jackson's cultivation, swordsmanship, and weaponry prowess surpassed those of the dismembered burly man.

Each of Jackson's strikes held powerful energy, causing the silver vines to reveal vulnerabilities under his relentless assault.

"Jackson, we're here to help!" shouted one of the disciples of the Embersteel Order as they rushed to support him without hesitation.

With their elite training and practiced teamwork, they could alleviate his pressure.

Jackson shouted, "Bastard! I'll uproot you!"

His comrades joined in, boosting the ferocity of his attacks. With their support, he no longer had to worry about defending himself.

Hence, it allowed him to unleash relentless strikes with full confidence in his comrades covering his back.

Jackson focused on precise blade techniques, repeatedly targeting the same vulnerable spots. While less efficient, this approach proved effective. Applying his full force, he gained the upper hand, severing each silver vine.

After a few minutes, he managed to cut down all the silver vines. The severed pieces bounced on the ground, displaying an unyielding spirit despite being severed.

Jackson gasped heavily, sweat dripping from his entire body. The silver vines proved exceptionally tough, demanding his full strength for each strike.

In a short time, he had depleted a significant amount of his energy. Despite that, he successfully dealt with all the silver vines. However, he realized he couldn't handle another dozen if they were to reappear.

One of the Embersteel Order's concerned disciples asked, "Jackson, are you okay?"

Dealing with gray vines demanded utmost care, and confronting silver vines was even more hazardous. This was especially challenging when the vines were in limited numbers.

However, the situation had changed. Now, they were faced with an unimaginable multitude of vines sprawling across the sky and ground.

As soon as the attack started, it became clear that their fate was sealed. Death was inevitable, and the only variable was the speed at which it would happen.

"What's going on? Why are there so many vines?"

"This place isn't an oasis. It's a living nightmare!"

Everyone felt hopeless confronting a sea of vines. Each one looked like a lethal threat, poised to craft the fabric of their downfall.

"Calm down, everyone! Get your forces together, and get ready to break out!" Grace attempted to reassure the group, but her words were cut short by a loud boom.

A golden vine sprouted from the ground, stretching over 300 feet high and towering into the sky. With a thickness akin to that of a water barrel, it resembled a giant python.

It emitted an intimidating spiritual energy, and its strength surpassed that of the silver vines by more than a hundredfold.

Upon emergence, the golden vine arrogantly surveyed everyone. It exuded an air of dominance, like a king observing his subjects.