Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 2179

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Chi.

Winds tore apart around Sylas. He held out his scythe, its blade so long and curved it practically wrapped around him. Its black blade glinted beneath the raging golden light, and as Unitaur, Auran, and Golden Race members appeared one after another, his own momentum only grew.

Sparks of lightning danced between his horns.

An impossible challenge, indeed.

He didn't give a damn.

BANG.

His body entered to a sudden stop around three Unitaurs. He didn't even look like he moved, and yet their bodies were sliced to ribbons, blood filling the skies.

The Monkey King had a nice little strategy. He knew what would happen to these people.

As well as Sylas understood the Sanguara, he understood the members of the Golden Race even better than that. He had literally comprehended the Golden Battlefield, a field designed to reflect their creation and allow them to move forward and backward through their own evolutionary path.

How could he not comprehend them?

On the way here, he had even fought against one golden monkey after another, coming to comprehend them a great deal as well. And from what he could see here, the golden monkeys were quite literally the foundation that formed the Golden Races.

Before his scythe…

They didn't even have the right to block.

Chi. Chi. Chi.

Sylas' blade danced, every step he took, at least two died, and then three after, and then four after that.

Sylas exhaled a heated breath, sparking lines of lightning and fire lighting in his wake. His head slipped to the side of a glaive, his fist driving into the body of a Unitaur with such force its spine ejected from the back of its horse tail.

He vanished, appearing behind it and snatching the line of bones out of the air.

He tossed it into the skies, his scythe flashing and splitting it into its vertebrae. Slapping out a palm at the churning winds, Runes bloomed across its body and in a flash, they shot out like the shards of a grenade.

Pa. Pa. Pa. Pa. Pa.

The second weakness of this place was that in order to pull all this off, the Monkey King had no choice but to piggyback off of the existence of a Split Realm. On his own, he had no ability to travel to the past, that was why they were here in the first place.

The problem with that was that the entire realm was capped to whatever Sylas' tier of strength was.

This alone wasn't that much of a problem, especially if the Monkey King could just throw more enemies than Sylas could possibly keep up with at him. Even now, the numbers of Golden Race members were only increasing faster than Sylas could even kill them. At this rate, no matter how powerful or good Sylas was at cutting them down, he would eventually run out of energy.