Exiled Clan 82 Into the jungle

[Berserk Art] Rudra felt a boiling rage overcome his mind as he felt the urge to smash the stuff around him, his original black eyes turned to flaring-red and he felt his body heat up.

Rudra clenched his fists trying to cultivate in his uniquely enraged state as the Marauder Qi accumulated to form another apparition that resembled an earth golem, Rudra felt more anger every passing second unsure how to cope with it, Rudra used his Mental strength to cope through the whole process of initiating the Berserk Art.

Huff Huff, Rudra wiped the sweat that had accumulated on his forehead with his hand feeling the rage boiling inside him subside.

"It is an extreme Art, I nearly lost control in rage. But now I know that greater the Mental strength more they can cope with this art and its side effects." Rudra examined the outside of the tent, the twilight was coming to an end, the purple sky was tinged with a demonic red that was almost at the doorstep of the tents they were staying at.

Rudra closed the Manual putting it inside his space ring, as he moved out of the tent, the whole forest at the border of the town was already engulfed in a Red Demonic Qi, but the rest looked more like the red of rusted iron.

Rudra looked around hoping to see if anyone else was present in the area, Rudra moved a bit confirming the noises coming from the central tent which was filled with elders.

"They are still going on!" Rudra said as he activated the Omniscient Eye technique peering inside each tent trying to get a general grasp of the location of every one.

Iclyn was still discussing with her elder but she was joined by the lady from the Poison Valley while the other elders were gathered in the central tent.

"Looks like the coast is clear!" Rudra smiled as his steps rushed towards the forest in the distance made obscure by the film of Demonic Qi covering it.

Rudra's body poked through the mist entering into the Tranquil Forest.

"As I thought, the plants here are either demonifying or dying," Rudra commented as he picked up a grass stalk that was now turning blackish-red from its original green.

The scenery here was complete opposite to what he remembered from the days before, the air was filled with a smell of blood, the trees, the soil everything felt sinister and dark.

"Demonic Realm, is this how they are?" Rudra jumped up a tree branch as he started climbing up the tree hoping to get a view from the top of the tree.

"Being an Ent here in the forest would benefit me greatly," Rudra said looking around the scene in front of him that was covered by trees till the eyes could manage to see.

"At least there won't be any demonic Beasts here." Rudra sighed a relief as he realized that as the tranquil forest was devoid of hostile creatures and Magical beasts there should be no high-level beasts who could turn to Demonic creatures.

Rudra's eyes abruptly shifted as his gaze fixed at some blurry figures running on the forest floor.

"Flood Dragonifiaction" Rudra grew a pair of dark scaly wings as his body turned into half draconic form. Flying in the air he tailed the group trying to listen in.

But after tailing them for some time he realized that these bastards were quiet the whole time. Rudra used his Omniscient Eye technique to gauge their cultivation, feeling assured after he realized that the strongest of them was only at the Core formation stage.

Suddenly the one that appeared as the leader of the group formed a sign using his hand, causing the group to split in two. Rudra quickly decided to tail the group with lesser strength the one in which the Core cultivator was not present.

As soon as Rudra jumped towards the closest person to him, he realized that he had been duped, it was a trap.

"Hmph! Dumbass!"

The target jumped out of his range jeering at him as the whole group tried to surround him from all sides Rudra saw the Core formation cultivator walk out from the back.

Indifferent to the situation, Rudra rushed towards the leader of the party surrounding him, the Core Formation cultivator. He planned to carry out the enemy general beheading tactic to stop the minions from ganging on him.

Zhu looked at the idiotic action of the Foundation Building Stage elder who had taken part in the event, Zhu had remembered this weakling as one of the targets he was supposed to kidnap tonight.

But looking at the prey that had walked itself to the mouth. His features twisted into a sneer as Rudra pounced towards him.

How could a mere rat deal with someone like him who had already completed his Core formation, and had spiritual artifacts at his disposal?

"Blood sword! Kill!"

Zhu pointed at Rudra, and the red flying sword lying a scabbard shot towards Rudra at a ferocious speed, leaving a bloody-red trail of light in its wake. It had pierced through Rudra's chest.

"Poof!"

A hole was punched into Rudra's chest amidst a cloud of blood and flesh.

But Rudra did not even crease his brows. He had full control of the senses and even felt pain. He went up to Zhu.

"Great Devouring!" Rudra muttered grabbing the arm of his opponent. Zhu felt his body being sucked of life as his arm wrinkled up and turned immobile, as stared horror at the regenerating chest of his opponent.

"Ping!"

Zhu flew backward after receiving a blow from Rudra. Rudra paused a curious look on his face.

"You...you devil!"

Zhu climbed to his feet painfully and looked down at his shimmering robes. He was afraid.

"What the hell are you?"

Even the cultivators of the Core formation Stage would not have escaped unscathed if they had a hole punched into their chest.

Zhu no longer saw Rudra as a mere weakling. To him, Rudra was now a terrible monster that would not die!

"A defensive magical equipment?"

Rudra looked at his right hand and muttered to himself.

"To think that I would get free Spiritual Artifacts...it will help further my Metal Qi…"

As Rudra sighed, he walked to Zhu's side.

"Ahh...stay away from me!"

Zhu backed away quickly from the vile man who was immune to spiritual items and magic. He was, after all, more frightened to see a demonic aura emanate from Rudra's hand.

"Spiritual artifacts have limits too!"

Rudra ignored the havoc that the blood flying sword was wrecking. It did not matter how many times the sword cut into him for he could recover instantaneously. He focused on the task at hand instead, landing continuous punches on Zhu's magical robes.

"Click!"

Finally, Zhu's metallic armor was torn apart as he looked on with absolute terror. The metallic armor scraps melted as they entered into the body of Rudra. Rudra immediately took the opportunity to break his neck.

Chapter end