Chapter 267
Tian Kuan did not give up .
He was someone who had returned from the verge of death . The obstacle he currently faced was nothing compared to what he had experienced in the past and was not enough to throw him into despair .
There were 16 blood elementalists under his command, but half of them were injured .
While blood elementalists were much more tenacious compared to regular elementalists, their capabilities were still affected by injuries .
The consecutive failures that these injured blood elementalists had faced were a huge blow to their morale . With morale at an all time low, more and more of them were deserting from Tian Kuan . This batch of blood elementalists were elites who were carefully selected, and as such, had very keen intuitions .
They were quick to figure out that Tian Kuan’s method of controlling them had loopholes and managed to exploit these to escape .
Seeing their comrades escape sent the morale of the remaining blood elementalists plummeting even further . Loyalty to the group was dead . Those that remained would definitely seize any opportunity to slip away .
What went wrong?
Tian Kuan could not figure out why nothing was going according to plan .
"Sir, your face?"
A surprised voice rang out from among the blood elementalists .
My face? What’s wrong with my face?
Tian Kuan subconsciously touched his face and felt something wet . His hand froze .
Aghast, the other blood elementalists looked at Tian Kuan .
Tian Kuan looked at his fingers and saw that they were stained with blood . The blood was a dusty-red color and had a foul rotting stench . His eyes revealed a deep, troubling fear while his fingers trembled slightly .
He could tell without looking that the blood traces on his face had become like the withered rings of a rotting old stump . The traces had broken in many places, becoming shattered and leaking the dull, greyish-red blood that stained his hands .
Shattered traces!
Tian Kuan’s mind blanked as he fully registered what was happening to him .
The skin on his forehead shrivelled up rapidly, forming deep-set wrinkles that densely covered his entire forehead . His head full of black hair gradually turned white while his large biceps shrank and his spine hunched . In the blink of an eye, Tian Kuan had aged several decades .
The blood elementalists who witnessed this transformation stepped back in horror . It was as if they were staring at a monster .
Not knowing what was going on served only to amplify their fears .
"Shattered blood traces? Why? Why is this happening?"
Tian Kuan’s dry, hoarse voice was filled with fear and panic . His tone had completely changed .
He was utterly racked with fear and felt like a cornered beast .
Shattered traces were an indication that a blood elementalists’ training had gone down the wrong path and something feared by all blood elementalists . Ruptured blood traces marked the beginning of the end as the blood elementalist would lose the power he had attained . The vital energy of the blood would begin to seep out via these broken blood traces, causing the blood’s color to dull . Over time, the blood elementalist’s blood would turn into a clear liquid . At this point, the blood elementalist’s life would come to an end .
The shattering of blood traces only occurred when one’s training had gone horribly wrong .
Where had he gone wrong?
Tian Kuan forced himself to calm down, completely ignoring the blood elementalists who were already fleeing in all directions .
The other blood elementalists were scared off by Tian Kuan’s transformation . The biggest consolation that forming blood traces had given them was their increased strength . After seeing Tian Kuan’s abrupt deterioration, they finally understood that the path of a blood elementalist was not that easy after all . In fact, it was even riskier .
Although training as an elementalist was relatively slow, it was much safer and would definitely not result in something this terrifying .
They were unsure of what would happen to Tian Kuan, but were certain that he was unusually weak at this point .
A few of the blood elementalists stared at Tian Kuan with hatred in their eyes .
None of the survivors were grateful to Tian Kuan . In fact, their hatred toward him was something they all shared .
Because of Tian Kuan’s accumulated strength, they were afraid that he would have some sort of a backup plan . A few of them hesitated for a moment before deciding to slowly retreat . They took off for the forest the moment they saw Tian Kuan’s groggy, weakened state .
Tian Kuan’s vitality continued to decline as he carefully sieved through his memories to recall his recent actions . He remembered something that immediately roused him from his thoughts .
Why had everything he attempted to accomplish end unfavorably ever since he entered the city? Because he had chosen the wrong path right from the get go . He had never attempted to recruit strength from external sources before . Although he appeared to have planned everything adequately and appeared to have accomplished his recruitment easily, everything was actually pretty messed up . He could clearly see the hatred burning in the eyes of the deserters and knew that they would tear him into pieces at the earliest opportunity .
When did this begin?
His battle with that Infantry Division warrior had left him physically injured and mentally shaken . Soon after, he chanced upon Yu Mingqiu gravely wounding Situ Zhong and became even more alarmed . After entering Central Pine City, he witnessed the Battle of Long Street, which made him feel even more fearful .
Retreating step after step had created fear in his heart, making him filled with trepidation . Although it looked as though everything was within his control, obtaining strength from external sources was the clearest sign that he had lost confidence in himself .
This was his inner demon .
As his self-confidence wavered, his inner demon grew stronger . He was soon overwhelmed by fear .
The precarious balance between life and death was ever so mysterious . As his blood spiritual force transformed, this balance tipped over, resulting in the loss of his attained power and the rupturing of his blood traces .
It would seem that his will had been robbed from him during that fateful encounter with the Infantry Division warrior . Tian Kuan had lost his indomitable spirit .
His pupils suddenly became clear as he extended his legs and leaned on his left arm . Tian Kuan’s stance made him look like a three-legged beast . He twisted his body and tapped his right fist against his tailbone .
Pop!
A crisp popping sound could be heard as a bloody glow appeared on his tailbone .
One by one, he tapped each vertebrae in his spine, causing a series of popping sounds and blood-colored lights to appear on his back .
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