Chapter 167 An Unforgettable Memory Part 2
The aftermath of Daniel's unexpected display left the air heavy with tension.
The cultivators exchanged unsure glances, their confidence shaken by his dismissive laughter.
It was as if their carefully constructed plan had crumbled before them, exposing their vulnerability.
Makina's gaze darted between the leader and Daniel, her heart pounding.
The energy on the battlefield was charged with uncertainty, a sense of uncharted territory.
The leader's smugness had vanished, replaced by a furrowed brow and calculating eyes.
As the cultivators hesitated, a low hum resonated through the air.
It was a sound that vibrated with an almost mystical quality, capturing their attention.
At its source stood Daniel, his stance unwavering, a glint of amusement still in his eyes.
"You've put on quite a show," Daniel mused, his voice cutting through the uneasy silence.
"But do you think that this would affect me?"
Daniel questioned, his voice cutting through the tumultuous battlefield.
His gaze locked onto the cultivators, their determined faces a testament to their resolve.
The sight of a thousand cultivators preparing their techniques was not something to be taken lightly.
The air crackled with energy as the cultivators channelled their skills, weaving a tapestry of power that seemed almost overwhelming.
But Daniel remained unfazed, his eyes gleaming with an unyielding determination.
As the energy of their techniques surged, Daniel's form seemed to blur.
It was as if he was tapping into a wellspring of power that went beyond the visible spectrum.
With a fluid motion, he clasped his hands together in front of him, a motion that held both grace and purpose.
The moment his hands connected, a shockwave of energy erupted outward, rippling through the air like a cascade of force.
It was a force that defied the laws of nature, a testament to Daniel's command over his Bloodline Skill, the Nexus Force.
The very fabric of the cultivators' techniques began to shatter, disintegrating as if caught in a maelstrom.
The runes that had glowed with power lost their brilliance, the talismans that had been their conduits cracked and crumbled, and the cultivation manuals that held their secrets were torn apart by an unseen force.
The sound reverberated through the battlefield, a symphony of destruction orchestrated by Daniel's power.
It was a sound that echoed not only in the physical realm but also in the hearts of the cultivators.
Their efforts had been shattered in an instant, their united front disassembled by the force of a single man's power.
With each motion of Daniel's hands, the remnants of their techniques were torn apart and cast aside, leaving a trail of dispersion in their wake.
The cultivators stared in disbelief, their expressions a mixture of shock and realization.
Their meticulously prepared techniques had been reduced to nought by a power that seemed to transcend their understanding.
And as the dust settled, the battlefield grew quiet.
The energy that had once surged with promise now dissipated like smoke on the wind.
The cultivators stood frozen, their unity disrupted, their confidence shaken.
Daniel's gaze remained unflinching, his stance unwavering.
He had proven that numbers don't defy the chances of victory, but rather, one's strength to overwhelm all.
His display had been a declaration, a statement that he was a force to be reckoned with, regardless of the odds.
Amid the stillness, a murmur of awe spread among the cultivators.
They had witnessed the shattering of their collective strength, but they had also witnessed a display of power that transcended their expectations.
Makina's heart raced as she absorbed the spectacle.
The epic clash of energies, the dissolution of techniques, and the raw power displayed by Daniel left her in a state of wonder.
In that moment, he wasn't just a cultivator; he was a force of nature, a being that commanded the very elements to bend to his will.
As the remnants of their techniques dissipated into nothingness, the cultivators stood at a crossroads.
The path that had seemed clear was now uncertain, and the momentum they had carried with them was halted in an instant.
The battlefield had transformed into a theatre of awe and realization.
The cultivators had been humbled by a power that had torn through their collective strength, and in its wake, they were left to contemplate their next move.
And amid the aftermath, Daniel's words resonated, a challenge and a question that hung heavy in the air:
"Do you think that it would have affected me?"
His words rang once more through their ears and the feat of breaking whatever techniques they possessed had shattered their beliefs.
"W-What is this...?"
One of the cultivators stammered, his voice trembling with fear.
His eyes were wide with disbelief as he stared at Daniel as if he was witnessing a force beyond his comprehension.
"W-What kind of being are we facing?"
Another cultivator's voice wavered, his confidence eroded by the display of power.
His fear was palpable, a gnawing uncertainty that had taken root deep within him.
A third cultivator's hands trembled as he muttered, "This isn't possible. No technique should be able to withstand his power."
His fear was etched across his face, an expression of someone who had realized the vastness of the gap between them and the man before them.
The fourth cultivator's voice cracked as he spoke, "We're nothing compared to him. Our techniques, our numbers, they're all meaningless."
His fear had morphed into a realization of their insignificance in the face of the overwhelming force that Daniel wielded.
A fifth cultivator's legs wobbled as he mumbled, "I thought we had a chance... I thought we were prepared..."
His fear was tinged with desperation, a sense of helplessness settling over him like a suffocating blanket.
The air was thick with their collective fear, each cultivator grappling with their sense of inadequacy and dread.
Daniel's power had transcended their expectations, and the very foundation of their beliefs had been shaken to its core.
As they were in despair, Daniel who stood at the top of the tower echoed his words.
"It's too late for regrets and face the consequences."
His words were a chilling reminder to the cultivators who had once dared to challenge Daniel, driven by orders from the nobles.
The weight of their choices bore down on them, mingling with the fear that had taken root in their hearts.
But before they could even form a plea, the sky above them began to change.
Dark clouds gathered, swirling with an ominous intensity.
The storms brewed fiercer with each passing second, and the once-blue sky transformed into hues of purple and black.
The cultivators exchanged confused glances, their panic only deepening as they witnessed the unnatural phenomenon.
The atmosphere crackled with electricity, and the lightning seemed to dance in the shifting sky.
And then, above the chaos, Daniel's voice thundered, cutting through the air like a command from the heavens themselves.
"None shall leave alive," he declared, his tone carrying a chilling finality.
His words hung in the air, a sentence that held a promise of consequences that could not be escaped.
A smile played at the corners of his lips, a smile that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it.
The cultivators watched in mounting horror as Daniel raised his hand, and from the stormy abyss above, a form materialized.
Black Lightning, shaped like a dragon, emerged with a powerful aura.
It was as if the lightning had taken on a life of its own, responding to Daniel's command with primal ferocity.
As if guided by an unseen force, the lightning surged downward, hurtling from the heavens like an unstoppable force.
The cultivators were left paralyzed by disbelief, their minds struggling to comprehend the unfolding horror before them.
The lightning's descent was swift and merciless, closing the gap between the sky and the ground with a blinding speed.
Panic spread like wildfire among the cultivators, but they were caught in a nightmarish reality from which there was no escape.
In a flash of searing light, the 1000 cultivators who had once been resolute in their intent to defeat Daniel were now nothing more than charred remnants of what they had been.
The deafening sound echoed like a mournful requiem, marking the end of their ill-fated confrontation.
What remained in the aftermath was a scorched and shattered landscape, the charred hole on the ground serving as a grim testament to the power that Daniel wielded.
The air hung heavy with the weight of what had transpired.
A stark reminder of the consequences that had befallen those who had dared to challenge the man standing atop the tower.
"That's the end of it," Daniel's declaration held an unshakable finality.
Unperturbed by the aftermath, he turned away from the devastation he had unleashed.
His harem of women watched him with eyes filled not just with awe, but with an intense mixture of obsession and love.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the women remained rooted, their gazes fixed on the space he had occupied.
His impact resonated deeply, etching an unbreakable memory in their hearts, especially Makina whose eyes couldn't leave from gazing at Daniel.