Chapter 600: Controlled Wrath
Michael eyed the Pillar of Territorial Awareness and his expression turned cold in an instant. A large mass of red dots appeared in the Untamed Jungle's outer ring. The red dots moved irregularly. It almost looked like they jumped through small.
The masses of red dots moved swiftly through the outer ring but they slowed down at some point. They stopped jumping through space suddenly and moved through the Untamed Jungle's thicket in one big group. At least, that was what it looked like from the Pillar of Territorial Awareness.
But staying in one group turned into a much bigger problem than expected. There were close to 500 members in the group and the Untamed Jungle grew denser. It was impossible to pass through the thicket in proper fashion.
'Teleporting is quite hard if you cannot see your target, ain't it?' Michael ridiculed the Teleporters in his mind.
It was easy to teleport to locations you remembered or places you could see. However, teleporting straight into a trunk would be an unfavorable result. The Teleporters didn't want to die, after all.
But the inability to see far ahead in the Untamed Jungle was just one of many problems the Teleporters had to face. Michael made some preparations to install spatial frequency distortion signals near the Savannah Region's border. The signals increased the difficulty of using Space-type Soultraits.
The Teleporters could use their Soultraits, but they wouldn't have an easy time teleporting hundreds of Awakened and high-ranked Summons throughout the Untamed Jungle.
Despite moving slowly through the unknown terrain, it was only a matter of time before the Teleporters and their followers would reach the Untamed Jungle's middle area.
'They don't move straightforwardly but are heading close to my territory right away. Did they find my territory already?'
Michael could already imagine what the Teleproters were going to do and just thinking about it made his blood boil.
They would mark his Awakened and the strongest Summons in his territory before pulling them out one after another with the Pull Soultrait one of them had. It wasn't a complex plan that required a mastermind to come up with. There were no profound scheming skills required to execute that plan.
All they needed was a Super Elite Unit with powerful Summons and Awakened, and Soultraits that were perfectly suited for the Pull and Space-Lock tactic.
Michael analyzed the red dots for a moment before he threw a communication crystal to Frederik.
"Check the map and tell me if they pass by me by chance. I doubt that I will miss them, but who knows," Michael ordered Frederik, his entire being overflowing with seriousness and a mix of coldness and fury.
Extraction's Aura erupted, the ground beneath his feet cracked open and the air began to crackle. He took a deep breath, retracted the Extraction Aura, and kicked the ground hard.
Michael ascended the Greater Nature Spirit's body and jumped onto the nearest canopy bridge before he charged in the direction of the invading forces.
He manifested the Soul Grimoire and used several Soul Tears. One Soul Tear amplified Enhancement, another reinforced Superior Constitution, and a third empowered Extraction.
Thereafter, Michael activated Enhancement several times to enhance his physique.
Michael activated Spirit Eyes as well and it was only a matter of minutes before he found his targets; the invaders from the Council of Xylon.
Rage fueled his entire being and Michael accelerated once more. He loathed the Council of Xylon and a single thought about Liopham and Pheli's death was enough to make him lose control of the Extraction Aura. It erupted and nearly extracted the canopy bridge around him. Michael had to jump onto the nearby branches to extract their bark and dissect the misfortunate insects that fell victim to Michael's wrath.
Michael took a deep breath when he sensed that something deep within him desired to be unleashed. The Cursed Seals influenced Michael. They lusted for blood, chaos, and death. All Michael had to do was accept them. That's all he had to do to obliterate his enemies.
However, Michael didn't give in to the Cursed Seals' influence. He unleashed one of the three Cursed Seals he'd unlocked and kept the remaining two hidden. The mark on his face expanded and Michael could clearly feel the intensity of his emotions increase rapidly.
But despite unleashing one Cursed Seal, Michael was still in control of his body. It was harder to control Extraction since activating a Cursed Seal unlocked more of Extraction's power, but it was not like Michael intended to hold back.
There was no need to ask questions. The Council of Xylon invaded the Untamed Jungle. They headed toward his territory. There was no chance that they came over for tea, not armed to the teeth, at least!
Even if they had good intentions...why should Michael be bothered? They killed his people. In his opinion, the Teleporters and everyone who followed them were already as good as dead!
The Teleporters and remaining members of the invading force didn't notice Michael yet. He was still several hundred meters away from them.
But Michael could see them clearly. He produced some Soul Energy and unleashed the Heavenly Beast Physique Soul Technique. His physical strength increased rapidly, but Michael further enhanced his strength by applying more layers of Enhancement to his body.
His body creaked loudly, complaining about the toll that weighed down on every cell of his body. However, Michael didn't care at this moment.
He crossed the remaining distance to his foes and leaped into their masses without hesitation.
The Teleporters and other forces were shocked to the core. They had been certain that their veils of invisibility and the distortion signals would hide them well enough to stay hidden from Orbs of Hostility and the like.
The Awakened and the strongest Summons reacted quickly. They unleashed their strongest techniques and Soultraits to prepare for the incoming attacks. However, they quickly realized that the young man who'd leaped into their masses was their only opponent.
Their enemies underestimated them! They weren't taken seriously. A surge of anger passed through them.
However, that anger turned into uncontrollable fear as an ominous presence reverberated through the vicinity. Their surroundings were shrouded in a majestic golden hue all of a sudden and their bodies felt incredibly weak.
Massive tendrils of extraction shot out of the bushes, tree trunks, branches, and the ground, sucking the energy and oxygen of the surroundings in an instant.
The power of Extraction passed through the Artifacts, weapons, and armor sets of the targets and invaded their flesh. Everyone tried to resist the tremendous force that impacted on their bodies, minds, and soul, but only a few managed to block the power of extraction.
A thunderous roar escaped Michael's body. He merged dragon might with the Dome of Extraction and infused the Extraction Aura to further amplify the force of the Dome of Extraction.
The plantlife, the nutritious soil, and the critter that minded their own business suffered tremendously from Michael's outburst. He didn't bother controlling the Dome of Extraction or his energy consumption. Michael went all out, sincerely hoping that the Teleporters and everyone else responsible for his subordinates' deaths would suffer.
Extraction affected those near him the most. They shed their skin like snakes, their hair dropped out, and some had their eyes extracted within seconds. However, that was not enough.
It wasn't over yet!
Extraction erupted with eight layers of Enhancement, draining his enemies' energy and lifeforce mercilessly.
Michael observed that the Teleporters were trying to leave. He tapped into the reserves of his force and further amplified Extraction's Dome with two more layers of Enhancement. The 7-Star Soultrait's fury erupted.
Everyone was in Extraction's range, yet nobody could escape unscathed. The Teleporters retrieved something from their War Rune storages and groaned in pain as they unleashed the last bits of energy within them.
They disappeared.
Michael frowned deeply, but the corner of his lips curled into a fiendish smile when his communication crystal lit up.
His attention turned to the remaining participants of the invasive force, his vibrant golden eyes staring coldly at his enemies as if they were already as good as dead.
"You shouldn't have come."
Michael's words echoed through the Untamed Jungle, and the screams of his victims followed right behind.