Supreme Lord: I can extract everything!

Chapter 1062  Final Thrust

Michael didn't account for a few important factors. First, he didn't realize how much fusing Essence into his cells strengthened him. He was still absorbing the Essences of one hundred or more gods and Demi Gods, and one thing was sure: His strength increased with every moment he spent fusing the Essences into him.

Second, Michael didn't realize how much more efficient his body, mind, and soul were when nothing bothered him. He didn't have to hold his emotions back anymore, allowing him to push above and beyond. That was all Michael needed to fuse Essences more efficiently with his cells.

But while those two factors were already terrific enough to push Michael on another pedestal, he was more surprised about Godly Faith's effect and how potent it was after Michael began believing in himself as a whole. He didn't reject anything about himself anymore and accepted everything wholeheartedly.

That, combined with the prayers of his subjects, was enough to push Michael even further…and to unlock one more upgrade condition of the Untamed Jungle. The Untamed Jungle was about to fulfill all requirements to regain its full glory and upgrade again. However, it was only now that it fulfilled the second condition.

The Untamed Jungle was already large enough for the final upgrade to a Primal Region. Still, the region had finally accumulated enough faith and devout believers to fit the second criteria. And now that the condition had been fulfilled, the Essence and faith accumulated within the Primordial Tree Spirit and the primal root flooded Michael. His War Rune reached the Peak of the 9th Tier and continued increasing rapidly.

Michael may not know how much longer he needed to reach the 10th and final Tier or how to fulfill the last, unknown criteria to upgrade the Untamed Jungle to a Primal Region, but his attention was elsewhere. His emotions drifted him away from the things he started to realize only now and pulled him toward the other things he had yet to take care of.

Primal Xerx was laughing like a maniac while impaling the four Major Gods before him with more and more Essence Spears. He had never been this weak before, but the Primal could hardly care at this moment. Everything would be over soon. He could feel it. The end was near.

"I am going to kill you all! This is the end!" He roared at the top of his long, madness slowly consuming the Primal.

"In your dreams, bastard!" A familiar voice rang through Primal Xerx's ears.

He was about to spin around and erect several Essence Shields when he noticed the dissimilation of the Essence Spears and Essence Swords stuck in the four Major Gods. Streams of silver liquid poured from small portals, entering the Major Gods' bodies, healing them from the inside out.

However, something was different about the silver liquid. Xerx remembered the liquid but it didn't contain a crimson-red tinge before. If anything, the liquid was as silver and viscous as Pure Aether. But that changed, and so did the efficiency of the supreme healing serum. It had been enhanced by Essence, rapidly healing the four Major Gods.

Still, that wasn't everything. Pure Aether flushed through the portals, coating the Major Gods like armor. There was so much of it…too much.

Primal Xerx swallowed hard and broke into a sweat. He circulated Essence through his body as rapidly as possible and spun around with several layers of Essence covering his body.

And there he was. A monster that should be dead. He killed it not even a full minute earlier. Primal Xerx felt his death. That hadn't been a mistake. He clearly sensed Michael Fang's death.

But there he was. Towering high above Primal Xerx with far more power than before.

It was almost like Michael returned from the dead with more strength than a mortal could ever access, just to kill the Primal.

"The weave won't accept this," Primal Xerx mumbled, but it was already too late.

Michael grasped a brightly glimmering spear with both hands, his expression distorted in a devious grin. He allowed his emotions to keep flushing through him, strengthening him as he held onto the weapon of ancient origin and unmatched power.

The compressed Pure Aether Spear hummed with the energy of the Origin and was fueled with the Essence Storms of four Divinities and more than one hundred gods. Its long shaft, compressed and shimmering brightly like the vast ocean of stars in the cosmos, seemed to come to life in Michael's hands. It responded to Michael's thoughts, intentions…and emotions, subtly shifting in his hands to attain the perfect balance for what awaited them.

It called for him, telling Michael what to do, and he let it. He followed his emotions and unleashed the Wicked Spear Arts, the technique with which everything started once more.

The aether spear was a flash, a sparkle in the universe, and cracked the fabric of space and reality, distorting everything in its wake as it thrust forward.

It looked like an ordinary attack on the outside, an eerily slow thrust, but the Wicked Spear Arts' final thrust contained everything Michael had accumulated for this very moment. His emotions, the energy devoured by Swallow Domain, his Essences, and the Essences the gods had sacrificed for him.

It was either now or never. If the Primal survived this, everything would be over.

However, despite moving eerily slowly in everyone's eyes, the aether spear hit its target. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

It pierced through Essence's protection layers with ease and deep into Primal Xerx's chest.

Xerx's eyes widened in shock or terror as the Pure Aether cut deeper than ever.

On the other hand, Michael stared at the Primal with uncontrollable fury. He was already overflowing with rage and fury. What other technique than the Wicked Spear Arts should he have used to end the Primal? It was the perfect technique to use with Pure Aether and the emotions he had amassed and suppressed over the decades. It was all he needed to kill the Primal.