The God of Cataka

22

Not half an incense stick, the bat wave had already crushed half the members of the college.

Not half an incense stick, many people are already scattered.

It must end soon! Shen Zhu decided. While he himself began to pant.

The giant figure was still standing upright with both hands folded behind his body. Remain calm and drift silently without being shaken.

Shen Zhu and a number of elders around him looked like dragonflies draping a giant oak tree. But they did not look daunted despite repeatedly being blown away by the strong wind created by the flickering of the devil's hand.

Everyone below them, was already like ants in the eyes of the demon.

I can't believe I can't face it! shen Zhu grumbled in his heart.

Blessed heirloom god of doom? Shen Zhu was cynical. Is it just this way?

"CHIAAAAAAAT!" Shen Zhu exerted all of his abilities to attack once more. But again he bounced with just one flick of the devil god's finger.

Shen Zhu fell to his knees resting on his sword. His body trembled from being tired of being mixed in furiously. Breathing violently. His chest was hot and rumbling. It was far from the target! his mind is a little irritated. Angry at yourself!

Slowly, he lifted his face, looking at the demon god with squashed eyes.

The vampire looked back at him while smiling sideways.

Shen Zhu sighed rising up his body once more, then tightened the grip on his sword rod. But not immediately darting to crashing. Just pull one of his legs back, then bend his knees slightly in the stance of the horses. He raised his sword with both hands. Then put it on the stone floor.

BUUUUUM!

The earth is shaking and crunching. Then it shook and rumbled.

The vampire king frowned.

Shen Zhu froze in a still kneeling position with both hands still clenched clutching the hilt of his sword.

Black smoke gushed out from the crack of the floor where the sword was piercing, forming a dark vortex that slowly formed a mysterious figure in dark robes with a hood.

Everyone held their breaths staring at the figure, flabbergasted with round eyes and mouth.

Even the devil!

In the next instant, the dark-robed mysterious figure swelled up slowly. The longer, the bigger, until its size is equivalent to the giant figure of the demon god.

"Projection of the god of doom!" pekik Bao Hu's.

"How can you?" pekik.

The projection of the god is a gift of power from the spirit of the god. Only people who had a god spirit could bring out god projections. In other words, the projection of the god is the seal of the god itself.

"Where did he get the Catastrophe God Seal?" the elders began to mutter.

Shen Zhu retracted his sword then floated in front of the chest of the dark-robed giant figure.

The storm of bats simultaneously burst out toward Shen Zhu and shrouded like flies.

Shen Zhu then jerked one hand, swung his sword to the side, and instantly the sword lit up spouting red flames.

BLAAAAAAASSSHH!

A strong wind was created from the screech of his sword.

Simultaneously, the dark-robed giant figure behind him, who was touted as the projection of the doom god fluttering his robe followed Shen Zhu's sword movement.

The dark vortex created from the thousands of bats was swept away by the strong wind along with the burst of flames created from the scattering of the robe, which automatically scorched the bats in an instant.

The elders simultaneously filled.

The vampire king tightened his jaws while growling, casting a sharp gaze toward the figure behind Shen Zhu. "Zanoyu!" hardiknya while snatching his robe, covering his face and circling.

GRAAAAAAC!

A pair of giant-sized dark wings crackled open from his back. His figure had turned into a giant bat, then flew darting towards Shen Zhu.

The god projection behind him folded his hands back while twisting his shoulders and twisting his body slightly.

SLASHY!

The giant bat slipped into the empty air. Then growled furiously as he charged towards Shen Zhu.

Xie Ma closed his eyes while frowning the fingers in front of his face, hoping in his heart that his dream would not come true.

Scraps of images in his dream flashed in his mind.

Xie Ma flinched and looked up at his sister, then frowned.

Not here! He realized.

In his dream, he did see a wave of bats. But his sister was not being surrounded by bats when stabbed. He remembered that there were many hands surrounding his sister. And he saw Bao Yu so close in front of Shen Zhu.

Xie Ma remembered Shen Zhu's hand flailing towards his teacher before he was thrown in a stabbing state.

The spear! Xie Ma muttered those words in his mind. He was stabbed at the tip of the spear.

The devil does not carry a spear!

Xie Ma watched the fight without blinking. Waiting for the Demon God Pillar to take out a spear. But it didn't happen.

Not now! he concluded. Not in here!

He notices every attack that the vampire king throws at his sister. His long, pale hands with pointy fingers whizzed at the deadly spots on Shen Zhu's body.

The hands in his dream were flashing again. Full color, full pattern.

The vampire king's hand was completely innocent. Just a pale fingers wrapped in the sleeves of a dark-colored robe.

Totally different from his dream.

The fight in the air was getting more and more intense.

Shen Zhu moved his fingers in front of his chest like he was dancing, then crossed the sword in front of his face while closing his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, tongues of fire gushed from his eyelids. He flicked his sword to the side, and the figure behind him also flicked his hand to the side in a uniform motion, jerked his fingers into claws, scavenged for empty air, then clenched.

KRAAAAKKK!

The vampire king was suddenly torn apart without the touch of a human hand, then crushed into pieces.

YOAAARRRR!

The crack of the vampire king's body exploded spitting out flames and rocks like a mountain erupted.

Simultaneously, all the bats around him were charred in flames in an instant, so that nothing was left except the dust flakes that were swept away by the wind.

Everyone was astonished, between astonishment and horror. Frozen uniformly among the ruins as if they had suddenly turned to stone, their faces facing in the same direction, looking up under the dust sprinkles that looked like snowfall.

Shen Zhu landed in a squatting position with both hands resting on his sword.

GRAAAKKK!

Rock fragments were crimped under his feet, throwing dust puffs around him.

"Adi!" Xie Ma rushed towards Shen Zhu, followed by Bao Yu and his students. Followed by the elders and teachers.

And then it attracts more people's attention.

The horde of hedgehog-feathered wolves charged in while looking cynically at the distance.

Bao Hu's son looked at Shen Zhu with a sting of envy. But can't do anything. Completely useless, his inner self while clenching his hand on his side. Condemn themselves. I need to get stronger! his determination in heart. Then looked at Shen Zhu once more and felt the figure unattainable.

The galactic realm, its inner. There must be a way to break through that realm quickly. Otherwise, how could he break through it in a matter of days?