Mixed Blessing System



With Arno's encouragement, quickly, the men brutally attacking Lothur regained some of their focus lost over the last few moments of the attack.

They were getting increasingly tired of attacking the accursed half-breed in front of them and beginning to worry about the post-battle when they would be weakened in this terrible place.

But at the thought that they were not far from destroying their enemy and that a Diamond-grade Soul Bone could appear at any moment, they put all their attention back into destroying this opponent.

As they increased the pressure on Lothur's body, seeing how resistant this young man was, he screamed with force, making his miserable situation reach hundreds of meters away.

Blood was already dripping from his body orifices and his skin as a whole, which had already torn in countless places.

But the internal situation of Lothur's body was much worse than the external one. Due to the immense pressure on him, several of his veins had burst, and several bleeding points spread throughout his body.

He could barely see at the present moment, while his sense of balance was partly lost.

He didn't fall because his body held him upright due to the great pressure preventing him from moving anywhere.

The pressure from the enemies came from above and from every possible direction!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!"

Amid his suffering, Lothur could not even think straight, only feeling the brutality of his opponents, little by little feeling as if this moment had no end.

Time seemed to pass differently when one was in misery. It was as if the forces of nature were favorable to suffering, and when one was in pain, their time perception would be distorted in a way that they would feel suffering longer.

Lothur clearly perceived this in his suffering, as his Spirit Body ineffectively tried to protect him.

But the power of the sum of his enemies was too great for his incomplete Spirit Body to save him, so little by little, this protection of his began to crack as if his Soul Bones were going to break.

This didn't happen all at once, but gradually, with him feeling the pain of having his bones crushed, but strangely his nerves remained intact during the whole process.

When the first of his three Soul Bones could not withstand the pressure, it exploded into countless pieces, destroying the surrounding area of that fibula bone.

The injured men who were watching the situation in the surrounding area saw that and swallowed their saliva, seeing the pitiful state of the enemy, who was still standing.

"The wretch is a monster!"

"I didn't believe they were so dreadful... But the legends are true! Half-breeds cannot be allowed to live!"

Several of those men disabled by Lothur earlier commented as they saw the near end of that young devil.

The attacking men also noticed how terrible this creature could be. Still, their satisfaction at gradually seeing his end overcame all their feelings, and they kept pressing him.

Boom!

Lothur's ribs exploded, showing his internal organs to everyone in the surrounding area, indicating to the curious onlookers watching the battle from afar that he could not be a human.

No human could withstand such injuries and still remain alive!

"What the fuck is that?" A level 17 man in the distance thought about it, not understanding what the local leaders were up against.

"Maybe he's a demon?"

"Impossible! Demons don't look like us!"

"The legends say that Emperor demons are indistinguishable from humans... Maybe he is a demon of that rank."

Some people began to discuss the possibility that Lothur could generate a Platinum-grade Soul Bone, which existed in tiny numbers even in all of Concordia.

But in a place like the Imperial Prison, such a thing had appeared...

Many soon began to look forward to Lothur's death and the subsequent formation of a Platinum-grade Soul Bone!

One of these men looked in the direction of the local leaders, most of them severely injured and the others very tired.

'Maybe it's time we changed the power configuration of the City of Darkness!' That person clenched his fists, preparing to get involved in this situation.

But others had the same thing in mind!

'Tired and injured... They won't be able to withstand our pressure! If we revolt, we can dispute that Soul Bone between us after we kill them!'

The major factions of the Imperial Prison had underestimated Lothur despite all their preparations. This young man had been far more resilient than they expected and had hurt several of them.

Now, near his end, he had weakened them enough to encourage those waiting for an opportunity!

Even if he couldn't generate a Soul Bone, many people around the City of Darkness would already try to rebel against the factions that ran this place.

Practically exhausted and badly injured, these otherwise terrifying men were now not so scary!

Therefore, even level 17 men looked with predatory eyes at those peak level 18 cultivators!

When the third Soul Bone of Lothur was about to explode, those men pressing him could no longer keep their focus on him and began to worry.

"Guys, if we keep exhausting ourselves, we will be defenseless against the worms in the surrounding area." One of the still-breathing local leaders said as he rapidly decreased the use of his energies against Lothur.

Arno was the one who had the most energy at this moment among those people, but he was still getting more and more exhausted. He had already used up more than 70% of his energy at this point!

As such, he clenched one of his fists as he felt the enemies approaching like hyenas, ready to steal the fruit of his efforts.

'Bloody worms! They are a bunch of good for nothings, and yet they covet what belongs to me?' He pressed his teeth together, feeling terrible, so close to seeing the end of Lothur.

Amid this moment, when they all quickly decreased the pressure on Lothur's surroundings, worried about those approaching them, his third Soul Bone exploded.

BOOM!

When this happened, Lothur's head split open, revealing the inside of that part of his body, as he finally fell to the ground, with no more pressure on himself to keep him standing.

But at that crucial moment when he no longer had his Spirit Body to protect him and with a little work, anyone in the vicinity could kill him, Arno shouted.

"Protect the damned half-breed! If he dies and forms a Soul Bone, everyone will be everyone's enemy! None of us will have a chance to survive against these vermin!"

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