Fell could only see the b.e.s.t.i.a.l Formation leave the range of his influence. He could no longer change the transforming sensation, and a looming disaster crawled right in the next corner of the day.

As the minutes pa.s.sed, the fused energy inside of the beast rose to a higher degree, and before long, the first cases of disturbance caused by the energy growth rose.

One creature in two that managed to raise its fused cores to six percent of completion face. Their bodies turned into powerful blood bombs that created deep crater in the ground, and their blood essence and fused energy- they left behind their volcanic death- mixed even further as they served as a boost of growth to the other creatures in the formation.

"This batch of death has raised the global percentage of fused essence to 7 percent!?", he muttered as his face darkened even further. At some point, Fell turned to Akainmhar and deeply looked at his body that had stayed in the same kneeling position.

The red-haired man had turned into a solid statue, his muscles didn't move a single inch and his breathing was hollow to the point where it was undetectable if he didn't focus on it.

"It's going to take him a long period of time to recover…", he mumbled as he could sense the minuscule amount of blood essence appearing.

Hesitation flashed in the eyes of the young cultivator. His gloominess and internal distrust could easily be seen on his facial expression, and the idea of retreating away and leaving the doomed surrounding of the city began materializing in his mind.

"I can't change anything here…", he mumbled softly as his eyes turned toward the walls of the city. The energy s.h.i.+eld could be seen blinking and glitching as its battery had been lowered by the advancement of time.

The sun in the sky was already falling down. As the red colored b.e.s.t.i.a.l Formation was gradually being tainted by the mellow color coming from the falling sun, basking it with a hue that announces its future destructive intent.

With his influence lessened, the young cultivator found himself cornered with his hand chained behind his back.

Killing the creatures would result in faster growth while leaving them be would still result in the same growth.

His actions had lost all meanings, and part of his soul felt distressed due his lack of grasp on the situation, making him feel drowned by the event.

"A grasp on destiny…", he mumbled as that sentence flashed in his thought. He didn't understand where did it come, but that sentence made the young cultivator choose the option of retreating.

His senses could traverse the energy wall. And due to that, he had managed to check any sign of lifeforms in the main district before coming to the conclusion that the citizen had escaped their home. When he confirmed it, he immediately grabbed the red haired man immobile body before making his way to the city.

He lifted the red haired man with his hand and turned into a streaking shadow that traversed the distance separating him from the walls of the city in mere seconds. He only came to a stop in front of the ma.s.sive energy s.h.i.+eld, and before long, he dropped Akainmhar on his side before gazing at the blue energy s.h.i.+eld.

"It is starting to loose its substance…", he mumbled as he lifted his hand and touched the energy s.h.i.+eld. He felt a slight rebound makes his muscles shake, and nodded slightly before closing his eyes.

"I just need to made a small spatial step through this…", he muttered before reminding himself that he had to take Akainmhar with him. "Yet it isn't a possible option…", he added as he knew that taking someone with him through his spatial step wasn't something he was capable of.

A few seconds pa.s.sed as he focused himself on the purple expanse in his Soul Palace. And when he opened them, spatial elements could be seen flickering in the middle of his pupils. He crouched slightly, and grabbed the red haired Akainmhar before taking a step forward. At first, his body was confronted with the pus.h.i.+ng force of the energy s.h.i.+eld.

He ignored the pus.h.i.+ng force of the energy wall, and threw Akainmhar inside of the city before following him. His soul energy flickered, and the young cultivator found himself inside of the main district.

The familiar streets of the main district- the place where he had lived ever since he left the core- entered his eyes, but he couldn't remember anything as those memories had been lost with the renaissance of his ego body. His rebirth might have saved his soul from turning into the oblivion, but it didn't make him regain his memory as those had been lost before that process.

He felt a thug in his heart, and felt that something was amiss. His eyes couldn't help but flash with reminiscence, but the only thing that surfaced in his mind was the obscure void.

His cloudy eyes gazed at the signs of pa.s.sage of the beasts, as he understood that the city had nearly been taken in one go during the day. But had managed to push back the army of creatures behind the energy s.h.i.+eld. "The blood is still fresh…", he muttered lightly as he flooded his brain with information in purpose, in an attempt to fill the void in his soul.

Fell didn't like the sensation of his heart clutching against his ribcage, and the void that came with his attempt at remembering his past caused him to feel distressed. He didn't manage to stop the b.e.s.t.i.a.l Formation, and yet again he wasn't able to remember his past. Thus, he decided to let his body and mind receive a torrent of information from his surroundings.

He stepped through the street with his hand clenched around Akainmhar's belt. His soft steps resounded through the empty street of the city as his eyes caught of hundreds of small details that showed the aftertaste of the b.e.s.t.i.a.l attack. Footsteps- the size of a small care- were spread all over the floor of the street where the attack had happened.

Broken tiles, and semi-coagulating blood had formed a greasing red area that drenched Fell's blood. A special kind of oil seemed to have been mixed with the blood, stopping it from fully coagulating.

Then, he came to meet the first corpse. Or to be more exact, a metallic carca.s.s that seemed to resemble a crushed armor. The crushed steel was tainted with small bits of red that seemed to originate from its inside, showing that the metallic armor had ended up crus.h.i.+ng the individual it was supposed to protect.

He continued advancing down the street he came through with his senses spread toward the surrounding of the street. His nose twitched as his expression changed slightly due to the nauseous odor that entered his nose. His eyes caught on the source of that horrific odor.

A few dozens meters forward could be seen a ma.s.s of burned corpse. All of them metallic sheet of crushed alloy that oozed of fuming blood and oil.

"What a disastrous loss…", he muttered as he understood that the fight had been a complete one sided battle.

After a minute of travel, he came to see another sign of the creatures. A half-devoured carca.s.s could be seen on the floor, as though the creature that left it had deemed it was no longer nutritious to it.

He continued traversing the city, his sense left his soul and spread all over the north part of the main district. His expression changed as he caught on a creature in the distance, his step accelerated as his walk smoothly transitioned into a das.h.i.+ng advance.

Fell's sight turned into a straight line, and before long, he traversed dozens of street before being able to see the source of the signal his sense picked up. It was a creature that seemed to have come from the same batch of beast as the one outside of the city, only this one seemed to have gone off-road from the rest of its peers.

While Fell could feel the creature's strength through its muscles. It barely stood in the second realm and was clearly weaker than the creature outside. The impact of missing the baptism of to the b.e.s.t.i.a.l Formation could be seen directly in its relative strength and height. Its body hadn't yet morphed into the defiant shaped physique of the creatures- part of the b.e.s.t.i.a.l Formation- but it nonetheless still managed to create interest in his mind.

"This will make a good ride…", he mumbled as he jumped toward the proud creature that caught sign of him the moment he approached. A threatening roar escaped from its throat- sounding like a bark from thunder itself- as it lunged toward Fell.

Fell saw the creature's sharpened fangs slice the air in thin lines as they were aimed at cutting his trajectory.