Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 469

Chapter 469: Overplayed Hand (2)

The feeling of danger locked onto Sylas again. He could feel it as though it was coming from all sides and yet nowhere all at once. The pressure was such that he felt like he might suffocate at any moment.

His gaze flashed, a deep green light flying out from their depths almost like beams. The pressure was pierced through, and a cold sweat matted his back.

He realized at that moment that the danger he was feeling was a psychological tactic, but it felt so real that he couldn't break free of it easily.

'This Vorthyx is on the same talent level as Nosphaleen... the difference being that he's Level 9 while Nosphaleen is only Level 5, and the gap shows...'

Sylas had a hard time breaking free of Nosphaleen's coercion easily, and despite the distance between himself and Vorthyx, this was the second time he had made him think that a false danger was, in reality, a real one.

If he got any closer, the feeling would only become more potent. But at this point, he had no other choice.

To his back, the Basilisk King had already been surrounded by General Song's army, and there was simply no way back. Unless he could accomplish his goal, all of this would be a failure. "Sorvanis."

Vorthyx's voice echoed, carrying a peculiar quality to it.

From the far-off distance, Sylas could tell that he was speaking another language, and this time, there was no system to translate it for him. But the word he spoke sounded phonetically almost identical to the name he had read from the Clypsian bleeding from his nose.

Sorvanis seemed to be awakened by the mysterious energy, and his condition slowly stabilized. The Clypsian spat out a mouthful of blood to the side with derision as he glared into the distance toward Sylas.

He said words in clear anger that Sylas couldn't understand, and Vorthyx replied with a cold tone.

After hearing whatever Vorthyx said, Sorvanis fell into silence. Or rather, it seemed like he didn't dare to speak again.

Sorvanis knocked his head back and chugged an Elixir in a single go.

The three Clypsians could see that Sylas was getting closer, but none of them seemed to care. Elyndor had absolute confidence in herself, and the other two shared the sentiment.

However...

When Sylas reached within 30 meters of them and Sorvanis was just standing up to act again, the entire situation changed once more.

Sylas' Rune Soul expertise crashed down from above like a wave, nearly shredding the barrier apart.

Elyndor, a cold beauty who had yet to say a single word, suddenly felt her heart nearly leap out of her chest. She spoke out a string of words in a panic, and this time even Vorthyx had a fierce reaction as well.

His Will surrounded the force field and gently pressed down. He raised a hand as though he was about to strike down before he paused.

"Which of you can translate?" he asked coldly.

Sylas' gaze flickered. He had never been more surprised in a single day than he was today. In fact, that included the day the Summoning descended.

It felt like too much was out of his control.

The moment his words descended, Vorthyx waved a hand, and the three of them were enveloped in rays of light once again. The Great Celestial Wall lit up before vanishing. Sylas stood in silence, huffing for breath as he slowly lowered his hand.

'Still not strong enough.'

He looked up into the skies. He was neither strong enough nor knowledgeable enough.

To his back, the Basilisk King had already been caught in a net, its head forced to the ground. Its yellow eyes flickered with unwillingness and anger, but for some reason, seeing Sylas' back from such a far-off distance away, it had a feeling that Sylas was experiencing the same

thing.