The Last Primal

"[Reptilian] Die!"

Loran Whron's voice sounded from the side. Mana fluctuated and revolved wildly from the left side of Aiden suddenly. His opponent that tried to utilize his 'supposed' blind side gathered massive amounts of his internal force and began to circulate it madly into one fierce attack.

The changes in the space alone would have been enough to tell of how incredibly powerful and frightening the next attack would be.

Not too far away at the side, Loran Whron's right hand was clenched into a hardened fist; a bright milky-white layer of energy gradually formed around it. With all the gathered energy reaching the absolute maximum Loran Whron was able to handle, he heaved a yell and punched toward Aiden shattering the void of space.

A fist that was conjured from pure mana materialized and was crystal clear. It shot out, punching towards the spot where Aiden landed.

*Boom!*

Aiden had just landed on the ground when he heard an explosion. Without looking, he could already feel a gigantic fist coming towards his body with a terrifying might as it caused the surrounding air to explode!

Loran Whron had arrived with a fierce momentum. After his attack reached its completion, his body flashed and he charged forward. Swinging his arms, his fist shone brightly and smashed towards Aiden's head.

There was no wonder why Loran Whron was a highly respected and revered disciple of an important, powerful sect like the Crystal Palace; His timing was impeccable, absolutely perfect!

Right as his opponent descended, he arrived while unleashing his killing move!

Immediately, Aiden's senses felt incredible danger. The current situation was much more dangerous than all those days ago on that long street!

Aiden was already having too much trouble dealing with the ten bone spikes before him and now, Loran Whron, who was also terrifyingly strong in melee combat, was striking from the back – a single misstep, and Aiden was sure that he would suffer greatly on the spot! He might even suffer severe damage!

Loran Whron and the Left Hand's eyes shone excitedly. To them, Aiden was already a dead man with nowhere to run!

Even Pei Syriac and the Dark Lord himself might not be able to escape completely unscathed against such an attack.

Yet… something was not right.

What puzzled the two of them was that they couldn't spot a single trace of panic on Aiden's face. Those eyes were calm as water with slight ripples of killing intent. He was smiling with his usual cool demeanor with a trace of aloofness now mixed into it. Yet, there was no trace of panic, fear, or worry in the slightest!

At that moment!

Aiden did something that neither Loran Whron nor the Left Hand could understand at all.

He suddenly vanished from their sight! They could not feel his presence, nor could trace his source of life essence at all! It was as if he never was there, to begin with!

However, before they could ponder more on the matter, suddenly the robed, hooded figure of the young man appeared behind Loran Whron, seemingly materializing out of thin, empty air.

His left hand flickered, as it shot forward. Though his strike seemed simple and from first glance, rather slow even, it was merely an illusion, a trick of the mortal mind. The several afterimages left behind lingering in the air for brief fractions of the second, as well as the strange distorted whistle of the space around them as he struck down were anything but simple, and carried a myriad of profundities alongside them.

*BOOM!*

Bright golden light encompassed seemingly falling down from the sky in a blinding manner. As if tearing through the massive underground world, this giant cavern's walls, strange symbols, patterns, appeared around the realm of golden light. They were clearly visible as they slammed towards where Loran Whron stood with an apocalyptic might!

As it crashed against the ground, it created a deafening bang in mid air.

The wild spiritual energy in the void turned chaotic instantly. A massive wave of energy shot out from the collision as a core, spreading towards the surroundings in a golden light as the violent, explosive energy gradually dissipated.

Inside the light, Aiden's arms were already starting to feel numb after clashing with the Left Hand repeatedly earlier on. The bone spikes were relentless and sturdy beyond his initial imagination.

If not for his powerful physique and his [Soul Power] that surged like a tidal wave, he would not be able to lift his arms now, let alone have the strength to retaliate!

Right then, Loran Whron's fist flew over.

Aiden could only narrow his gaze and punch back in response. One side was an accumulated attack while the other side was a forced counterattack. Despite knowing that he most likely had the disadvantage in strength, Aiden could only ensure that his right hand would not be crippled by the other party's punch!

The fist clashed against the arm. Loran Whron's mystical clan artifact bracers struck against Aiden's pure fist. However, instead of bones cracking, a dull sound of defeat was heard.

Aiden's right hand was bloodied but there was no real deep damage, merely suffering some superficial injury only.

Loran Whron's pupils constricted at this sight. He was shocked beyond belief.

'[Reptilian] He merely suffered some light wounds on his hand after taking an attack against my weapon head-on? Using nothing but his body at that too… What in the hell?!'

However, before Aiden could heave a sigh of relief and rest for a moment, his body that was rebound from the clash just now stumbled backwards, right towards the then incoming bone spikes!

"[Reptilian] In the end, this kill is mine to take!" The Left Hand sneered with contempt. He was already sure of his victory, seeing his sneak attack just now worked.

However, he stopped before he could finish.

Under the watchful gazes of the duo, Aiden who was about to be pierced by the ten bone spikes suddenly exploded with newfound power. Two large dragon-like wings emerged from his back, whilst his small, Draconic Skink tail suddenly grew several sizes thicker and larger.

Both opponents, both Loran Whron and The Left Hand were shocked. The two of them gasped. Loran Whron was even more shocked at this than his partner in crime.

Such a transformation, such power was unheard of after all.  Even Pei Syriac, their senior brother, had no such trump cards under his sleeve… Such skill felt like beyond the capabilities of the mortal realm.

Yet, despite all that this figure before them, this 'Aiden' just did it.

Just who, or what was he?

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