The Primordial Record novel Chapter 685

Chapter 685 Body Jack

A near-naked man ran through a humid jungle while soaked with blood. Behind him were battered remnants of a power armor he had discarded due to the weight.

On his body were several long slashes that were so deep the white of his bones could be seen and most of his wounds were charred, as if he had been afflicted using blade and fire, but what was especially strange was that as the man's heavy breathing streamed out of his body in an agonizing burst, what escaped from his battered lips was ice cold air, in fact, his nose was black and frozen solid, the same with his left eye.

The only functioning eye he had was filled with anger, hate, and resolve, and it was this negative emotion that fed into his Spirit, pushing his half-frozen body to endure far past the limits where he should have long collapsed and passed away.

It was surprising that for a Dominator at the Pyre Lord Level, he would be traveling so slowly through the forest, but this only goes to show how grievous his injuries must be.

The minor injuries on his body should have been easily healed by his Constitution, their continual presence and his tired state must mean he must be truly injured, his essence bled dry and he must be near death.

In a short while, he saw lights through the thick foliage of the forest and quickened his steps, and he soon escaped from the gloom and suddenly it was as if he was transferred to another world.

Vast industrialized complexes dotted his field of sight down to the horizon, and in between these buildings were numerous people going about their various tasks with clear efficiency and purpose.

The sight of the man caused a slight commotion but he was soon ignored, everyone here was busy with their tasks and the relevant authorities would sort out these problems in no time.

The bloodied man grinned and took a few steps before he collapsed before an electrified fence. 'He had made it.' this was his last thought.

He woke up when he felt a series of light taps on the side of his face and found himself on a rather comfortable bed. The first thing he noticed was that he was delightfully free from pain and immediately his Spirit entered his Territory and he groaned in anger and despair.

His Territory had been ravaged as if a war had been fought inside. Massive mounds of destruction filled it and his Pyre Flame was hardly burning on the verge of being put out. Someone must have filled him with a vast amount of essence to stoke his Pyre flame, and even still he could barely cling to life. He estimated that it would take a long time to recover to his previous peak, perhaps centuries at the least.

His attention was drawn away by another series of taps on his face, this time they were harder and snapped him away from his inward contemplation.

He opened his eyes to see the irritated face of an old man, and behind him were three stout men and from the air of power rippling amongst their bodies, he quickly realized that these were all Dominators at the Earth God level.

Hurriedly pushing himself to his feet, he shook away the sudden burst of dizziness that overtook him and bowed towards them. Even though he was just a step away from being an Earth god, that step was so vast it would take a miracle to reach it.

A single Dominator at the Earth god level could crush countless Pyre Lords and the respect that was their due must be given.