The air was electric with tension as Kane's power surged. Lei Tang stumbled back, his eyes wide with fear. Zhao Min and Li Qing watched in horror, their faces pale.
"What's happening?" Zhao Min whispered, her voice trembling. "Is this the true power of Fang Lin?"
Li Qing's eyes were fixed on Kane, his mind racing. "This can't be. He's just a human."
Zhang Ping stood calm, his expression unreadable. "He'll only survive until the clan elders arrive."
Kane's thoughts raced as he stood in his berserk state. "I should end this fight fast and leave. If the sun rises, the cave will open, and all the elders will arrive. If my luck is bad, then the ancestors of this clan will arrive, and I'm dead meat."
With only 20 minutes left until sunrise, Kane steeled himself. "If this is my end, I'll enjoy it till the end." He calmed down and declared, "I'll give you all 10 minutes. If you can kill me, then do it and survive."
As he spoke, Kane dropped to the ground, his body relaxed. The air grew dense, heavy with anticipation. Lei Tang was surprised, unsure of what to expect.
"In this world, death is the limiter that restricts my actions," Kane said, his voice low and calm. "Supersonic Ultimate Form."
Kane's thoughts turned inward, focusing on the true essence of sound. "Sound, the ethereal messenger, a cosmic envoy carrying the universe's secrets. It is the heartbeat of creation, a symphony of vibrations echoing through the aether, a timeless melody that binds all things together."
As Kane declared, "This is the true meaning of sound," his proficiency in the Supersonic Technique surged to Grandmaster level. With a whisper, he activated "Silent Kill," creating a 100-meter domain that enveloped everything. Inside, an unsettling silence reigned, devoid of even the slightest whisper of sound.
Lei Bai, Lei Tang, Zhang Ping, and the others were trapped, unable to hear their own heartbeats or sense anything. They were like lifeless bodies, their senses severed. The intense silence brought on excruciating headaches and nasal bleeding.
Kane's voice pierced the stillness, "You've done enough." With his first step, he vanished, only to reappear in a flurry of movements. "One, two, three, four, five, six..." The count continued, each number marking a swift and deadly strike.
The warriors screamed, but their cries were swallowed by the silence. Their heads were severed from their bodies, their limbs torn asunder. Kane moved with berserk ferocity, grabbing a warrior's head and tearing it from their neck with a gruesome rip.
The carnage continued, the count rising: "Forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven... eighty-eight, eighty-nine, ninety..." The silence was broken only by the sound of flesh tearing and bones shattering, a grim testament to Kane's unbridled fury.