Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 816

Sylas exhaled a heavy breath, the strain pulling at his mind as though he was being stretched out by a gang of horses rushing in the four cardinal directions.

However, it didn’t slow him.

His body flickered and vanished, appearing high above the battlefield and pressing a palm against the smooth ball. There was a pulse of Madness in his eyes, and a furious, tempestuous rage almost took tangible form.

His Demonic Will flared, and his arm flexed.

The press was slow to begin with, but then it suddenly exploded forth.

BANG!

The ball of smooth grey must have been just shy of two meters in diameter. Large, but not large enough to make one feel true despair… not until you felt the extent of its weight for yourself.

But in the hands of Sylas, it suddenly became a rubber ball.

The ball of smooth grey shot out like a rocket, its surface cracking beneath the pressure. A roar escaped Sylas’ lips, and his telekinesis became akin to the flight wings of a soaring plane, the strength of his body propelling it forward.

BANG!

The ball ricocheted against the ground, bouncing up as it smothered a few lives to death, smearing their corpses across the greying ground.

Sylas vanished again, appearing high above the boulder and striking down.

The trajectory of the smooth ball changed again, this time suddenly jetting downward in a violent storm.

Sylas flickered around the battlefield again and again, using the deathly boulder as though playing a game of catch with himself. But with it, he steamrolled everything in his path.

After he formed the momentum once, he didn’t seem to have the same problem using it again and again, a suffocating sort of momentum emanating from him.

There was no stopping him, no slowing him, no fighting back. When you met him, there was only death. There was only one way out of here…

A bloody mess.

Sylas flashed into the skies once more, a violet radiance exuding from him as the Scorpion Warlord Armor took shape in a blink. The steel-purple plates solidified and almost looked as though they had finally taken physical form.

Aether surged, and a torrential cyclone of it rushed toward the man in question until the Runes solidified like swimming tadpoles through the illusory amethyst.

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Sylas’ Scorpion Warlord Armor crossed into Soul Mastery, the percentages shaking the world.

And at the same moment…

He caught the boulder out of the air. His claws sank into its mass, cracks spreading rapidly across its surface like cars racing through a track.

The echoes of shattering stone rippled, the muscles of Sylas’ arm flexing.

And then… the boulder just stopped.

It hung there in the air, gripped by Sylas’ arm as though it was no different from any other grocery bag of goods, swaying slightly, gently, as though it didn’t have the weight of a small hill behind it.