Chaos Heir

Chapter 1617: Sprint

Five immense cavities that the fabric of space tried and failed to fix hung in the middle of the vast expanse as if they were permanent injuries now part of that separate universe.

Those long wounds bled, or at least their version of that. Their pitch-black, bottomless insides constantly leaked darkness, which the red sparks still flickering on the injuries’ edges broke and devoured.

That constant drain on the universe’s energy and the continuous absorption from Khan’s sparks could hint at his steadily growing advantage, but his state depicted the opposite trend.

Khan was pale, hunched forward, his abs tense in a desperate attempt to protect himself from damage he couldn’t possibly avoid.

Red blood stained Khan’s lips and their surroundings, and more of those drops hovered in front of him, sparks still crackling within them, opposing the annihilating properties of the very universe they occupied.

Khan’s attack had been a success, inflicting a wound that didn’t heal in the separate universe. However, the God had kept unleashing those instantaneous waves that hit Khan’s very organs, causing untold damage.

The universe’s structural integrity was indeed falling apart, but Khan was in the same situation. Now that the God had devised something that could hurt him, his superior state bore fruit, showcasing a stark advantage.

Khan’s bloodline might be incredible, but his opponent was a proper universe. His individual resilience was monstrous and unmatched, but having a disposable universe as an asset left him outclassed.

Of course, that wasn’t the complete truth. The issue was actually two-faced.

On the one hand, Khan was easier to attack and damage. His body was beyond anything the God had ever faced, but it was still a body, and a single one at that.

On the other hand, Khan was struggling to inflict significant damage on his opponent. The universe was indeed suffering, but not as deeply as he was, a trend that could lead to his demise.

Khan’s offensive was lacking in both size and quality, and his predicament also had another damaging factor. His whole refusal of godhood was because he cared about more than himself and sheer power, and that had become a weakness now.

The God was willing to deplete his universe to win that battle, but the lives of Khan’s loved ones were at risk there, and he knew they were suffering. He felt Liiza’s instinctive fear toward the God, and the thought made him livid beyond reason.

Innate authority and transcendent senses weren’t the only instinctive features Khan had gained. He had always been particularly protective toward his women, but Liiza was far above that. She was his family, the mother of his children, and he couldn’t stand seeing her afraid.

Another wave of invisible energy instantly materialized and washed over Khan at the same time. His organs churned to no end, making him spit even more blood, but his physical functions didn’t stop now.

The attack hurt, but Khan’s anger forced his body to find a solution to the destabilizing blow, and his lightning bolts answered. The thundering noises in his brain intensified as sparks covered his insides, seemingly fusing with his tissues.

The process didn’t stop at Khan’s insides. Blood vessels popped out all over his body, seemingly clotting, only to wear a shining red shade. Something crackled along those channels, too, releasing a scarlet halo that enveloped his entire body.

That change felt like an uncomfortable boost that Khan was somehow predisposed to. He had the physique to perform it, but that was still his first attempt, which met some unavoidable opposition.

Yet, Khan pressed through the discomfort, closing his eyes, until red sparks started to run over and through his very skin and hair. He had become a conductor for the lightning bolts inside him, and his gaze shone with intense scarlet light when he reopened it.

However, by then, another wave of strange energy had formed around Khan and was washing over him. The attack promised to be even stronger than before, threatening to destabilize his dangerous boost, only for the unthinkable to unfold.

The wave hit, only to stop at the red halo Khan’s body radiated. The attack was invisible, but the sparks running through Khan twisted and cracked it, making it bleed True Chaos.

Khan’s surroundings had turned into spherical glass. The emptiness had transformed into cracked chunks of nothing that released pitch-black smoke from their cavities, losing energy while continuing to press on him.

But the God didn’t let Khan discover his new power unchecked. Another wave of invisible energy crashed on him, and then another. New attacks piled upon Khan, stopping at his halo’s edge to add more weight to it.

Khan himself couldn’t conceive the extent of his immense physical prowess, but that accumulation of attacks was attempting to make him discover it. The pressure on him increased several times, and with no end in sight, trying to squeeze him to a pulp.

Actually, the threat was still to Khan’s insides. More cracks had appeared in his empty surroundings, vouching for the added attacks that his halo had stopped.

Yet, the attacks were still there, weaker but more numerous, and their target hadn’t changed. The moment Khan’s halo failed to stop them, they would hit his insides again and simultaneously.

Since a single one of those attacks had been able to make Khan spit blood, he couldn’t even begin to imagine what that multitude of waves could cause when unleashed at the same time.

The God didn’t stop sending attacks, so time was running out. Moreover, the more waves the halo stopped, the greater the pressure that fell on Khan, hindering his movement and limiting his options.

The situation didn’t look good at all, but Khan barely considered his state.

Each wave shrank the separate universe, worsening the apocalyptic catastrophes that ran through it. The world was on the brink of destruction, and the mental connection told Khan about the increasing danger his troops faced, forcing his instinct to merge with his experience.

Explosions occurred in Khan’s legs, an event reminiscent of his previous martial arts. His muscles and lightning bolts were one, creating an improvised, poorly executed, but superior version of what had once been his best sprint.

And a scarlet light flashed throughout the universe, reaching even its furthest corners, dimming to reveal a horizontal cut so long it seemed able to connect two opposite edges of that separate world.

Also, above the cut, red, vein-like cracks had covered the nothingness, its shattered pieces vanishing to shrink the universe more than the God’s attacks had ever done.