Ancient Tears BloodLine - Chapter 928

Chapter 928: Vulture Gang Chapter 928: Vulture Gang From the MC’s Perspective: As soon as I saw my teammate fall, a surge of urgency coursed through me.

The other warriors, realizing the same, immediately abandoned their chase of the Black Armadillos.

Their eyes shifted from their quarry to me, their movements sharp and decisive as they spun to engage.

Meanwhile, the Black Armadillo that had brought me here skittered into the safety of a narrow crevice.

With it safe, my focus snapped back to the warriors.

Swoosh!

In the blink of an eye, I vanished from my spot and reappeared right in front of the first warrior’s sword.

My movements were swift, instinctive.

I swung my sword with precision, and in a matter of seconds, everything had changed.

The first warrior’s eyes widened in shock, his momentary lapse leaving him defenseless.

The second warrior, realizing what had happened, yanked his weapon out, desperate to counter.

But he was far too late.

My sword was already mid-strike.

Slash!

My blade cleaved through the first warrior’s arm, flesh parting effortlessly to reveal the stark white of his bones.

A simple, clean strike – no need for lightning energy, just pure technique.

“Argh!” A pained grunt escaped his lips as he clutched his wounded arm with the other, stumbling back in retreat, his face a mask of disbelief.

He hadn’t anticipated an attack this swift, this precise.

He staggered, trying to recover, but the damage was done.

His retreat was clumsy, his focus split between the pain and the threat of a follow-up attack.

“Flame Cut!” The second warrior roared, his sword now engulfed in roaring flames.

He surged forward, slashing toward me, the heat of his blade threatening to consume everything in its path.

A sense of danger prickled my senses.

“Lightning Wheel!” I responded instantly, channeling my lightning energy.

In a flash, a radiant purple lightning wheel formed around me, crackling with energy.

The flames met the lightning head-on, their collision inevitable.

Boom!

The impact was explosive, sending shockwaves through the forest.

The second warrior was flung backward by the sheer force of the explosion, his body hurled into the air like a ragdoll before slamming into a massive tree.

His sword fell from his hand as he crumpled to the ground, stunned.

…

At that moment, I turned my attention to the third warrior.

He had managed to pull himself up from the ground, eyes burning with determination, weapon raised and ready for a counterattack.

Without hesitation, I surged toward him, my every muscle coiled like a spring ready to release.

As I charged, I noticed his hands glowing with a dull, earthen light.

The ground trembled beneath his feet as he called upon his elemental power, summoning large boulders from the earth.

With a swift motion, he hurled them toward me, each one whistling through the air with alarming speed.

Swoosh!

The boulders hurtled toward me with incredible force, intent on crushing me.

I felt the air tremble with their momentum.

Reacting in a split second, I channeled lightning energy into my sword.

The blade hummed with electric intensity, purple sparks dancing across its length.

Boom!

The first boulder reached me, and with a swift, calculated strike, I shattered it into dust.

Then the next came.

I swung again.

And again.

Each boulder crumbled under the force of my lightning-infused sword, breaking apart like fragile clay.

Dust and debris flew in all directions, clouding the battlefield.

The third warrior’s eyes widened in panic as his attack failed to stop me.

His confidence wavered, and I could see the cracks of doubt forming.

I pressed the advantage, darting forward through the cloud of dust before he could recover, my sword poised for the strike.

Slash!

I swung my blade with precision, aiming for a decisive blow.

But he wasn’t done yet.

In a desperate move, he raised his sword to block.

Our blades collided with a resounding clang, the metallic screech filling the air as sparks flew from the impact.

His block held, but I could feel the force of my strike pushing him back, his feet skidding across the dirt.

I was about to press the attack further when a sudden, sharp sensation tingled across my back.

My instincts flared-danger.

In the corner of my vision, I saw a glint of steel approaching fast.

The first warrior, injured but relentless, had crept up behind me, dagger in hand, aiming for my exposed back.

Without a second thought, I summoned my lightning energy once more.

“Lightning Wheel!” The protective barrier of crackling purple energy erupted around me in an instant, just as the first warrior’s dagger made contact.

The moment the blade touched the wheel, a violent explosion of lightning occurred.

Boom!

The first warrior was blasted backward, his body sent flying through the air.

Lightning bolts crackled and danced across his form as the energy ravaged him.

His already-injured arm twitched uncontrollably as the lightning wreaked havoc, sending painful tremors through his entire body.

He hit the ground hard, writhing in agony, his dagger clattering away uselessly.

…

Seeing the first warrior staggering, struggling to remain on his feet, I knew this was my chance to end it.

With a swift motion, I raised my sword, aiming for his neck.

Swoosh!

The blade sliced through the air with deadly speed.

It was over before the warrior even realized what had happened.

My sword passed cleanly through, leaving nothing but a thin red line across his throat.

His eyes widened in shock, his hand instinctively rising to touch his neck.

The realization dawned on him-his time was up.

Blood seeped through his fingers as the strength drained from his body.

His knees buckled, and with one final, defeated look, the light in his eyes dimmed.

A sense of unwillingness, of unfinished business, lingered in his expression as he crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

I barely spared him a second glance.

One down.

“What have you done to Tony?!” The second warrior, who had been thrown aside by the lightning wheel earlier, struggled to his feet, his face twisted in anger.

His voice was hoarse, filled with rage as he glared at me.

He hadn’t fully recovered, but his fury pushed him forward.

I ignored the dead body at my feet and slowly turned my gaze to him.

Now that I had taken one of them out, there was no reason to let the other two walk away.

Leaving loose ends wasn’t an option.

The second warrior’s face darkened as he realized what I was about to do.

His anger boiled over, his voice shaking with a mixture of fear and fury.

“You…

stop right there!” He took a step forward, desperation creeping into his voice.

“We belong to the Vulture Gang.

If they find out you killed one of their hunting teams, your ending will be miserable!” “Vulture Gang.” The name sent a flicker of recognition through me.

My eyes gleamed, my grip on the sword tightening ever so slightly.

So, I had crossed paths with one of the most notorious gangs in the region.

A group I had wanted to avoid.

Their reputation for cruelty and power was well-known.

For a brief moment, regret flickered in my mind.

This was not a confrontation I had planned.

But now, with one of their men dead at my feet, there was no turning back.

There was no point in regret.

I had chosen my path.

“Vulture Gang,” I repeated, my voice cold.

“It doesn’t matter now.

I’ve already made my move.” The second warrior’s bravado faltered slightly, but he wasn’t backing down.

He raised his sword, his eyes filled with fury.

It was clear he wasn’t going to let this go without a fight.

…..

“Sword Divide!” With a sharp command, I channeled the purple lightning essence into my black sword.

The blade responded immediately, humming with power as vibrant purple energy crackled and coiled around it.

The air around me buzzed with electricity, a tangible tension building as the sword radiated with blinding intensity.

In a fraction of a second, the sword was fully charged, glowing with an ominous purple light.

The second warrior’s eyes widened, but before he could react-before he even had a chance to raise his weapon-I unleashed the energy in a devastating beam of lightning.

Boom!

The purple beam shot forward in a straight, unyielding line, cutting through the air like a bolt from the heavens.

It crashed into the warrior with brutal force, the impact shaking the ground beneath our feet.

The warrior had no time to defend himself.

The moment the lightning struck him, his entire body convulsed violently.

Lightning bolts danced across his armor, sinking deep into his skin, sending waves of destructive energy coursing through his veins.

His muscles seized up, locking him in place as the purple lightning ravaged him from the inside out.

The destructive force was relentless.

I could see the agony etched across his face as his body betrayed him, paralyzed by the sheer intensity of the lightning.

His previous injuries-already severe-were now compounded as the crackling energy ripped through his nerves, shredding them.

His limbs twitched uncontrollably, his body a prisoner to the violent storm of power within him.

His breathing grew ragged, the lightning tearing apart his defenses as easily as it had pierced his flesh.

His previous injuries, inflicted by my earlier blows, now seemed trivial compared to the devastation that wracked him.

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