Grand Ancestral Bloodlines-Novel

1330 CRACK.

The devastation was hard to describe. It was as though a pillar had run through the center of the city like a drill bit. A perfect partial cylinder had appeared in the body of the city, leaving the ground with a smooth trench that extended from the front of the city to the back and even extended beyond.

Every building, every formation, every person that had been in the way of this strike was leveled to the ground. There simply wasn't anything left in the region, and yet the strength was so perfectly controlled that even those a single centimeter out of the way hadn't had a single hair on their heads harmed.

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A instant after the world had fallen into silence, it was as though a hurricane formed by the heavens themselves had descended. The rush of wind hurried to fill in the void-like space that was left behind, the blast of air leveling the rest of the city to the ground.

Only a few buildings seemed to remain, and these were the central hubs and the gathering places of the most powerful individuals to begin with.

At that moment, it felt like all those that had fought to enter the city were nothing more than a joke. Let alone them, even the garbage units didn't believe what they were seeing. Those that weren't part of Ryu's corps were at a loss for words, while those that had taken part couldn't believe it.

They were all used to Corps Formations, they had all thought that they would have to take action for things to work properly, but they had never expected that they wouldn't even have to lift a finger to gain this sort of result.

That level of power, the accumulated strength of 100% of over a million cultivators was shocking enough. But when it was amplified by the aura of a Fist God, it wasn't just a 1+1 kind of result, it was exponential.

Just 10% of a formation of a million would be enough to face off against a Fragmented Sky God, but it had to remember that that was just raw power. In truth, because the formation could use raw power to match a Sky God, it actually had access to more raw power than even a Fragmented Sky God did. In fact, that was already enough to match the raw power of a False Sky God.

If just that 10% was matched with comprehension and skill, it would be enough to fight a False Sky God, let alone if it was matched with an aura as powerful as a Fist God's Aura, even if uttered aura was immature.

Now... one could imagine if this was applied instead to 100%...

There were many formations that tried to replace the profundities of a cultivator's strike with the intricacies of the Corps Formation itself to varying degrees of success. However, although this Corps Formation had this function, Ryu had stripped it down. That was because he was already using a work around to allow it to function, it was barely working as things were. He couldn't expect much more than this.

Ryu took deep breaths, his forehead matted in sweat. He had taken some time to recover after he had formed so many pills at once and had taken a small move toward finding the source of Focus Qi. Luckily, he had been smart enough not to step into such a world without dealing with his Focus Qi first, or else that single strike would have caused him to pass out.

Luckily, he had enough for one more strike in him, but he would definitely have to limit that one to 50%.

BANG!

At that moment, several Sky Gods that had fallen beneath the rubble and dirt shot back up, roaring as they pushed their way out. Fear was clear in their eyes, and the vast majority of them were heavily injured and had used the last of their strength to break out.

Without even waiting for the result, they all turned tail and fled with their greatest speed. The only one that remained was the City Lord, but he didn' stay because he was brave, but rather because he understood the consequences of fleeing.

He had some of the lowest bloodlines of the Lizard Demon Race, the fact that he had become a City Lord was already his crowning achievement. This sort of failure, even though it was inevitable, would definitely have a scapegoat. Those bastards above him wouldn't take into account that it was they who had pushed the Dream Asuras into a corner, they would only blame him.

He had come out, prepared to die, but when he saw Ryu's pale and sweating face, his gaze lit up. If he could capture Ryu and hand him to the nobles, they might find the secret of these formations. Should they succeed, let alone being punished, he might even be rewarded.

His hope for life was rekindled and he stepped forward with a strong momentum.

Ryu looked down. His eyes couldn't be fooled, he knew that his City Lord had been heavily injured. The shocking part was that his energy was quickly replenishing and his body was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Sky Gods were truly existences all to their own.

'He... should be a True Sky God,' Ryu thought with narrowed eyes.

"Little Silk, this battle will be yours."

Little Silk flapped her gorgeous wings, a strong storm of ice rushing forward. It seemed that she didn't need to be told twice.

Although Little Silk was only a False Sky God and the gap of one Realm in the Sky God Realm might as well have been Heaven and Earth, Ryu had still given this order. That was because he planned to support Little Silk from the back. But to his shock, Little Silk had only flapped once before the City Lord was suddenly covered in a layer of ice. He seemed to be struggling, but Little Silk only flapped her wings a second time.

CRACK.

The City Lord froze in place.

A suddenly harsh wind came, shattering him to pieces.

Ryu's gaze narrowed as he looked down at Little Silk. He knew that his mother had left a mystery in this little one's body. The fact that she had made it to the second Realm of the Sky Gods so quickly proved that, but it seemed that he had still undervalued the little one.