Crimson drew from the earth and extracted blood from the sky red clouds. Droplets detached themselves and hovered above them. At the same time, bubbles of blood floated in the air, making the scene around Kyra as if she was underwater, only that the surroundings were completely covered in blood.
The demons looked at her with sympathetic eyes. They knew in their hearts that this was the Prince's deadly move. Can the Tower champion defend herself from this? They witness the might and cruelty produced by this technique.
That is why no one wanted to offend Crimson. Not even the Twelve Dukes. Of course, Violet and Verdant are not exempted. They knew they had a somewhat close relationship with Crimson, but they dared not exploit or go miles from the set boundary, else they would seek their own doom.
Crimson watch Kyra's vigilant expression of her surroundings greedily, taking delight in the slight anxiousness expressed in her eyes.
Yes, that's it. Fear. Fear me. Fear my power. Soon after, I will draw all your blood and make it into an explosive bomb in your body. Soon, your whole body will erupt with your flesh scattering into pulp.
Ah~ I can't wait. Crimson licked the side of his lips and watched Kyra's every move with heavy lidded eyes. The red rimmed spread at the corner of his eyes, made it seem as if it would bulge at any second.
Kyra is like a rabbit caught in a wolf's trap. There's no escape, not a single hole for her to slip through. The blood that floated are condensed heavily, forming a jelly like irregular liquid substance in the air.
When the blood jelly squeezed together, Kyra's face disfigured. Her face turned red one second then it became as pale as white the next. The demons have a foreboding fear what will happened next.
They intelligently observed. How will Kyra fight the Prince? She was the champion right? It's only right to assume she is not ordinary. Maybe she can survive this. As seconds passed by, the more their breath was caught in their throat.
Crimson did not give any chance for Kyra to escape. Her blood coalesced and attack her from the inside. They watch her scream and curled up in pain. And then the unthinkable happened.
Crimson laughed at his victory. Kyra's body definitely exploded in with a burst of blood and flesh spraying everywhere. Crimson bathed at her blood. Some demons who smartly get out of their way was also not spared.
They really thought she died.
.
.
.
The ground shake and the red sky parted. The stone slabs that were sliced crumbled into pieces. The dried ground started to crack. The demons watched with fear in their eyes as black giant thorns grew from the cracks and attacked everyone.
One by one demons were struck with the sharp pointed thorn. Crimson had it worse. Three large thorns pierce his torso. Two impale his legs and arms. In a split second, he was bathing in his own blood.
"Your Highness!" Verdant screamed.
He tried to ran to Crimson's sides, but the thorns have zigzagged and prevented him to move further. He cleverly avoided the thorns attacks of five to six at once. But he was stuck in place.
"Your Highness!" Around him, the demon army ranks are depleting much faster than he thought.
Crimson's body was lifted a little higher. Giving the Twelve Dukes from the Pillar of Asmodeus and the Demon King in his throne a visual of Crimson's current condition. The Twelve Dukes were perturbed and battled whether they should rush forward or follow their King's order.
The Demon King has his fist crumpled at the armrest, his face paling. Blood seep out from his palm as his nail pierce his skin.
He should have known. He should have never underestimated the champion's strength. The demon armies can only be counted a few after the great reduction of numbers. Meanwhile, Crimson's hang body has thorns pierced on his heart, neck, shoulders, torso, legs and arms, making his whole body slacked.
But it was strange. Crimson's heart is pumping loudly at his ears. What's going on? He's dying right? He can't even lift a single muscle, let alone crane his neck. He can only move his eyeballs and stare at Kyra.
Kyra's expressionless face appeared at his feet. But the gleam of scarlet is present in her eyes. Crimson watch in shock how her hair turned bright flaming red. With her scarlet eyes, Crimson can't help but grew anxious.
He wasn't scared of death. But a heavy premonition sink in to his mind. It can't be...
She's stealing his powers?!
"STOP!" Crimson flinch at the booming sound of his father's voice and the great pressure accompanying it.
His eyes are spinning. His ears are ringing. Despite the fatal injuries and the current state of being staked, he fight off the drowsiness and continued to observe the scene below.
The current poor state of the demon armies plus the brink of death demon prince finally removed the Demon King's butt off the throne. The Twelve Dukes surround the King with their clad of armors and glimmering spears.
"Stop this madness!" The King commanded. His piercing ice cold gaze shoot straight to Kyra. She appears indifferent especially from the heavy pressure of the Demon King's presence.
The Twelve Dukes showed no expression of surprise. Not after she cancelled Crimson's powers over her and strike back, resulting to Crimson's current situation. But Kyra's answer to the Demon King is only silence. When she seemed to hear something from Crimson's direction, she sent another thorn to stab his ribs.
"What do you want?!" The Demon King is shaking in anger. This is the first time he felt powerless. He had already exude full force of his power to pressure every living being's mentality. The remaining demon armies already collapsed after their ears and eyes are bleeding from the pain.
Even the Twelve Dukes behind him are having a hard time keeping a clear mind. It was only Kyra who seemed unfaze and can still move.