Chi.
Winds tore apart around Sylas. He held out his scythe, its blade so long and curved it practically wrapped around him. Its black blade glinted beneath the raging golden light, and as Unitaur, Auran, and Golden Race members appeared one after another, his own momentum only grew.
Sparks of lightning danced between his horns.
An impossible challenge, indeed.
He didn't give a damn.
BANG.
His body came to a sudden stop around three Unitaurs. He didn't even look like he moved, and yet their bodies were sliced to ribbons, blood filling the skies.
The Monkey King had a nice little strategy. He knew what would happen to these people.
As well as Sylas understood the Sanguara, he understood the members of the Golden Race even better than that. He had literally comprehended the Golden Battlefield, a field designed to reflect their creation and allow them to move forward and backward through their own evolutionary path.
How could he not comprehend them?
