The moment Vin stood in front of the entire horde of beasts, the rest of the deciples exclaimed in hushed voices.
"The hell!!"
"What's he doing"
"Does he want to take them all by himself?"
"For real?"
"Isn't he too full of himself?"
"That's just worthless sacrifice"
As they murmured amongst themselves, some of them even berated and criticized him.
But the moment he raised hands, they all shut up immediately, as the sight before them, made them too stunned to say anything.
That was because, a very large violet-colored runic circle, had appeared above the horde of beasts.
And then a voice sounded out, like a command, or a declaration.
"Celestial Authority ~ Dio Graze"
And with a downward motion of his hands, a large ball of concentrated violet colored runic Flames phased out of the runic circle.
The temperature of the entire battlefield increased by a few hundred degrees immediately.
As the deciples watched the ball of flames descend on the beasts, their Jaws dropped in waves as this scene was truly jaw-breaking.
And then.....
"BOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!"
A large booming sound waved out when the ball of flames landed in the midst of the horde of beasts.
The flames spread and burned in vigor, turning anything it touched into ash.
After a few minutes of burning, Vin retracted back all the flames, and an Euphoric feeling swelled on withing him as he felt all the essence of the beasts spread throughout his body and strengthening it.
Casting that large skill had drained quite a considerable amount of Spiritual Energy, but he felt even more refreshed and invigorated.
Although this wasn't enough to advance his cultivation, the increase in his body strength added to his also insane battle power.
As the rest of the deciples assessed the battlefield again, they were shocked beyond measure as a large portion of the beast horde had been cleared.
Virtually all the wild beasts from the periphery, as well as half of the Spirit Sea beasts at the early stages, from the outer layer had been burned to ashes.
But that window of relief was immediately estinguished as the gap was quickly filled up with even more beasts coming from the forest.
Vin stood at the forefront of the battlefield, gazing out upon the endless horde of beasts. He knew that the situation was dire, and that the fate of the disciples and the sect hung in the balance. With a deep breath, he made the decision to take on the burden of facing the majority of the beast tide, knowing that it would be a perilous and potentially suicidal task.
He recalled the words of his master, "A true warrior must be willing to bear the weight of the world on their shoulders, for the sake of others." Vin steeled himself, resolving to live up to those words.
And so he activated one of the skills of God's Eye.
"God's Eye ~ Maelstrom's Center"
Vin's gaze became a vortex, drawing the attention of all beasts on the battlefield. They were irresistibly compelled to focus their attacks on Vin, ignoring all other targets.
Vin's eyes glowed with an intense, piercing violet light, like a black hole drawing in all matter around it. The air around him distorted, as if reality itself was bending to converge on him.
All the beasts within a large radius were affected, becoming fixated on Vin as their sole target. They ignored all other allies and attacked Vin with reckless abandon, even if it meant exposing themselves to danger.
The effect lasted for a moderate duration, allowing Vin to take advantage of the focused attention.
But one of the reasons why Vin could not use it all the time was because the skill had a long cooldown, making it a strategic tool to only be used at critical moments.
Vin could use "Maelstrom's Center" to draw enemy fire, protecting his allies and creating opportunities for counterattacks. He could also combine it with his other skills, like "Burial Flower", to create a devastating synergy.
This skill fitted Vin's role as a warrior who toke on the burden of facing the enemy head-on, and his willingness to put himself in harm's way to protect others.
As the beasts surged forward, Vin charged into the fray, his sword flashing in the dim violet light. He unleashed his battle control skill.
"Nine Chronicles of Hell ~ Second Chronicle ~ Wails of the Forgotten"
Summoning a maelstrom of whispering voices that disoriented and confused the beasts. The creatures stumbled and faltered, their attacks becoming wild and uncoordinated.
Vin seized the opportunity, activating "Sword Two" and slicing through the beasts with precision and deadliness. He danced through the chaos, his movements a blur as he struck down beast after beast. The "Wails of the Forgotten" continued to rage around him, amplifying his sword strikes and further disrupting the beasts' coordination.
As the battle raged on, Vin began to feel the strain. His breathing grew ragged, his muscles aching from the relentless assault. Yet he refused to yield, knowing that the disciples and the sect were counting on him.
Just when it seemed that Vin would be overwhelmed, he unleashed another large scale skill, his self created sword technique.
"Seven Sins of Chaos ~ Burial Flower"
Plunging his sword into the ground and unleashing a whirlwind of razor-sharp petals. The petals tore through the beasts, dealing massive damage and further disrupting their coordination.
The beasts recoiled, momentarily stunned by the ferocity of Vin's assault. Vin took advantage of the reprieve, striking down any beast that dared to approach him. He fought on, his determination and resolve driving him forward.
Hours passed, the battle raging on without respite. Vin's body screamed in protest, his muscles burning with fatigue. Yet he refused to yield, his spirit unbroken.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the sun began to set on the battlefield. Vin stood alone, his sword still flashing in the fading light. The beasts had begun to falter, their numbers dwindling under his relentless assault.
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Meanwhile.....
The disciples fought with every ounce of strength they had, their movements a blur as they clashed with the beasts. They dodged and weaved, avoiding razor-sharp claws and teeth by mere inches. Despite their fatigue, they refused to yield, driven by their determination to protect their comrades and their home.
One disciple stumbled, their footwork faltering as a beast landed a lucky blow. But they didn't fall, instead using their momentum to roll with the impact and spring back to their feet. They counterattacked with a fierce cry, their sword slicing through the beast's defenses.
Another disciple used their agility to evade a flurry of attacks, their breathing ragged as they searched for an opening to strike. They found it in a moment of chaos, landing a devastating blow that sent a beast crashing to the ground.
The disciples' movements were a testament to their training and their bond. They fought as one, covering each other's weaknesses and amplifying each other's strengths. They struggled, they stumbled, but they never fell.
As the battle raged on, the disciples began to tire. Their movements slowed, their attacks becoming less precise. But they refused to yield, drawing on their last reserves of strength to keep fighting.
In the midst of the chaos, they found moments of beauty. A perfectly executed combo, a daring dodge, a triumphant cry as a beast fell to the ground. These moments sustained them, gave them the strength to keep going.
And then, just when it seemed like the beasts would overwhelm them, the disciples found a second wind. They fought with renewed ferocity, their movements a blur as they clashed with the horde. They were a whirlwind of steel and fury, leaving a trail of defeated beasts in their wake.
As the last beast within his vicinity fell, Vin collapsed to his knees on the ground, his body exhausted. He knew that he had bought the disciples and the sect a precious day, a day that would allow them to regroup and counterattack.
As Vin and the disciples caught their breath, feeling a moment of respite having finished killing the current beasts horde, they gazed out towards the Darkwind forest, expecting to see the familiar twisted dark trees. But what they saw made their blood run cold.
A massive army of beasts, far larger than the one they had just defeated, was emerging from the Darkwind forest. These creatures were bigger, more twisted, and more terrifying than any they had seen before. The air was thick with their unnatural presence, and the ground trembled beneath their feet.
The disciples' moment of respite was shattered, replaced by a sense of dread and hopelessness. They had thought they had earned a brief reprieve, but now they faced an even greater horror.
Vin's eyes narrowed, his grip on his sword tightening. He knew that they couldn't defeat such a vast army, not even with their combined strength. The disciples exchanged despairing glances, their faces pale and drawn.
The beasts began to move towards them, their twisted forms seeming to shift and writhe like living darkness. The air grew colder, the sky darkening as if night itself was falling.
The disciples knew they had to act, but their hearts were heavy with despair. They had fought so hard, only to face an even greater terror. Their moment of respite was gone, replaced by an unending nightmare.
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