One by one, the fallen monsters began to rise.
Their grotesque forms shifted with unnatural vigor.
Their eight legs cracked back into place, and their hollow eyes gleamed with renewed malice.
Neo gritted his teeth.
He stopped healing himself, and abandoned his attempt to repair his Seed of Existence.
He had no choice but to divert all his remaining power into manifesting Death Essence.
A dark mist began to coil around his blade, twisting like ethereal serpents.
The monsters lunged, and Neo responded in kind.
His broken body screamed in protest, but he did not falter.
Divine Swordsmanship Fourth Form: Ryu no Mai
He weaved between their attacks. His movements were smooth and precise. It looked as if he was dancing.
His blade carved through their twisted forms.
Each swing was slow—far too slow compared to his peak—but his precision remained unmatched.
Even with his body in ruins, his techniques did not weaken.
Blood splattered. Limbs fell. The stench of death thickened.
