Nafız entering the formation despite her warning created an uproar on Jashua's front. The Young Count lunged forward ignoring the enemy surrounding him, but the others didn't look like they would let him pass.
"Scatter!"
Swinging his long staff, Jashua was trying to open the path leading to his master. All his attention was on this. He covered his body with blood armor and advanced ignoring the blows coming at him. The first ten steps were very fast; the enemies attacking from all four sides thought they would take him down with long-range attacks, but their attacks melted away due to the vibrations of the armor.
"Close his front. Cut off the path leading to the girl!"
One of them saw that attacking was unnecessary and thought of ensuring the enemy didn't reach his target. Since we cannot inflict physical damage, then we will weaken him mentally, he thought. The enemies behind and on both sides of him got between him and Nafız with quick maneuvers.
There was a barrage in front of Jashua, and energy attacks were constantly breaking off and coming over it. The Young Count made direct attacks a few times, but to no avail; the disciples in front were opening to the sides and trying to draw him in.
"Stupid boy! Mind your own business!"
Desperately charging, Jashua stopped with the voice ringing in everyone's ears; the crazy young boy of a moment ago practically froze. He had made a decision to help on his own, but he seemed to have forgotten who the person he was trying to reach was.
The Young Count retreated in a single move, struck his weapon hard on the ground and stuck it in, and slowly opening his two arms to the sides, he raised them into the air. However much blood there was on the floor of the battlefield began to rise.
Jashua leaped into the air; the blood rising from the ground rapidly gathered on his back and joined him. Ten breaths later, the young man was hovering in the air, and there was a pair of giant wings behind him. The shape of the blood-red wings didn't resemble any bird's wing; these were exactly bat wings.
"Blood Rain!"
The blood breaking off from his wings turned into finger-length needles and rained down on the crowd standing opposite him. Five, ten, twenty... the crowd staying under the downpour of needles for exactly a hundred breaths, no matter how much they tried to protect themselves, had at least a few needles stuck in their bodies.
"Sonic Blood Explosion!"
Jashua murmured quietly when the wings on his back shrank just enough to carry his own body. Simultaneously, the needles in the enemies' bodies were vibrating. Not long, three breaths later the vibration stopped; instead, sounds of explosion filled the ears.
Jashua gave no quarter to his enemies watching the pieces tearing off from their bodies; he dove among them with his imposing weapon just like himself. One of the important differences between him and his master emerged here. When the Young Count got carried away, he lost his sense of aesthetics.
With every blow he struck with his weapon resembling a thick pipe, one of the combined forces of the five clans was turning into jelly. Jashua was revealing the progress he made in the one year he stayed inside the formation.
His blood manipulation had increased enough to create two giant wings for himself, and it had become precise enough to add his technique to the blood needles he used for attack. The needles stuck in the combined forces of the five clans had first gathered energy with vibration and then exploded with the technique Jashua learned on the Orc Steppes. The Young Count hadn't just taken the legacy of the First Sheikh Dracul; he had taken it one step further and combined it with his own technique.
Nafız was inside the formation, Jashua was revealing his power; two of the three people chosen as common targets were the superior party in their battles. Well, what was the young man, one side of whom was black and the other white, doing.
No matter what, Alis had come out of a battle. After using his wind-based blue energy, he underwent an unexpected change and completely destroyed his enemies.
It seemed Alis didn't use blood energy; unlike Nafız and Jashua, it was impossible for him to manipulate the resources around him to his own advantage. Despite these handicaps of his, the young man seemed to have found a solution in his own way; he brought his speed to the forefront.
Ever since one side of his body took on a black color, his speed that blew people's minds seemed to increase one more fold. He was attacking the enemy, who attacked in formations of ten, using hit-and-run tactics, and retreating to a safe distance a moment later.
There was no energy on the black sword; the white one was wrapped in a blue energy layer. Alis seemed to be using his power sparingly, and this situation was enough to drive those wanting to hunt him crazy.
"It can't go on like this!"
"He is too fast; I can't catch him with my eye!"
"Let's use the secret attacks of our clans!"
It took a short time for them to reach a consensus, but even in this timeframe, Alis managed to take the lives of a dozen of them. To avoid suffering more losses, they broke the formation of ten, and the Clan forces united among themselves.
Five groups consisting of fifty people each gathered in a corner. Someone looking from a bird's eye view could see they formed a five-pointed star.
"The river flows from the bosom of the valley, black lilies grow on its edge. To the sky where stars shine, the sun rises from among the mountains!"
The energies of the five hundred people starting to read a mantra in unison reached a giant size. They had no hesitation in applying their clan's secret combination technique against the place that bestowed it.
Blood was leaking from their bodies; the blood flowing from the holes in their faces mixed into the air and began to form a phenomenon above their heads. Whatever they said in the mantra was all coming true; a river of blood was flowing inside the valley, a sun of blood was rising from among the mountains to where the stars were.
Only their black lilies were missing. Since the clan trying to contain Nafız didn't have the chance to join this formation, the secret technique was actually remaining incomplete.
"What is happening!"
"What kind of technique is this. It is as if everything truly came into existence!"
The crowd watching the battle inside breathlessly rippled once again; the technique performed jointly by the five clans was something they hadn't witnessed before.
"I wonder if the Sheikh's Blood Dome will be able to withstand the violence of the attack?"
This was the most important question, and the moment it was heard, people started fleeing in panic. The number one addressee of the question also turned his gaze from the battlefield to the crowd outside the dome.
"Man, what stupid, stupid questions! Who is that, where is he?"
The people hearing the Sheikh's voice in their minds were nailed to where they were; not even a hair on them was moving.
"What stupid, stupid questions are you asking, man!"
With his last sentence, they all fell to their knees; they knew the bad side of Sheikh Atractivo best. This state of the Sheikh, getting angry perhaps for the first time since the End of Year battles started, also spurred the Second Elder into action.
"Degenerates, they are attacking with the technique we gave. Aren't we going to do anything?"
Atractivo turned his gaze to the Second Elder. Instead of the angry expression on his face, there were the facial expressions of a drunk about to pass out.
"The stage is yours, Second, I am just a spectator!"
He said and continued to drink wine; today he looked like he would finish a whole giant barrel by himself. With the answer he received, the Second Elder turned his gaze to the region where Alis was. The attacks breaking off from inside the formation had started coming onto the young boy; I wonder if he should intervene?
Alis was dodging the stars formed from blood, valley winds, foaming river waves, and rocks surrounded by the scorching heat of the sun. Each of them had its unique characteristics and effects. Knowing he couldn't survive just by dodging, Alis was using both his swords to counter the attacks, while the Second was still deep in thought.