SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 673 Time to run

Damon was well aware that his global campaign to "suffocate every city in venom" had a looming expiration date. He harbored no delusions of invincibility and never expected the Light Faction to remain passive while he systematically wiped their capitals off the map like bothersome insects. The clock was ticking, and he knew it. He anticipated that the NPC factions would escalate their response and that the super guilds would eventually take action. This was precisely why he hadn't bothered to summon the main families of the Crimson Mountain to deploy their forces and defend his newly seized lands.

Dragging the noble vampire houses into a defensive struggle that was destined for failure would have been both pointless and reckless. Damon understood that such an approach would not only leave him indebted to the Crimson Mountain elites but would also mire him in a grueling, losing battle.

While his current strength was formidable, he had not yet reached the pinnacle of power in this world. Hidden tigers and sleeping dragons were scattered throughout the Light Faction, and if these true powerhouses intervened, he would find himself in dire straits.

He felt roughly twenty percent confident in his ability to escape them, but he wasn't certain he could actually face them in combat and emerge victorious. Consequently, his murderous rampage was never intended as a permanent conquest. He had strategically targeted cities at random across the map to prolong his run as much as possible, but it appeared his streak had finally hit its limit.

The moment a powerful presence swept across his location, Damon reacted instantly. He retreated immediately toward the Blood Hall in Niera City. Without a shred of hesitation or pride, and without staying to identify the approaching threat, he acted. A Blood Gate tore open behind him, and he vanished through it so quickly his form became a mere blur. His primordial sense provided the necessary warning, allowing him to escape before disaster struck. Only seconds after Damon’s departure through the Blood Gate, the very space he had occupied began to fracture. Radiance bled through the cracks—a pure, molten light humming with a divine aura far beyond the endurance of any standard player or even the majority of NPCs.

A figure emerged from the brilliance. He was a tall man clad in flowing silver robes adorned with intricate runic constellations. His arrival wasn't violent or explosive; in fact, he appeared almost modest. He looked like a simple elder, wearing nothing but his plain robes and a solitary sword resting quietly at his hip.

Nevertheless, he radiated a tranquil yet suffocating pressure that effortlessly warped the world around him. His long silver hair drifted in the breeze as he stepped forward. Suddenly, his aged, weary eyes—which had seemed lifeless only a moment before—flickered with a trace of amusement. "…Primordial energy," he whispered. "After all these centuries, I never expected to encounter something so fascinating." He bowed his head slightly, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. "It appears this world has reached its breaking point. The samsara has arrived."

He walked with a relaxed posture, hands clasped behind his back, yet the ground beneath his feet was purified with every stride. Damon’s toxic miasma vanished silently. The tainted air turned crisp. Even the venomous serpents grew still, like disciplined children in the presence of a stern patriarch.

He didn't even need to survey the carnage Damon had wrought; a single breath was enough for him to understand it. "…A chaotic composition. Unbridled. Brutally effective." His fingers trailed through the air, sensing the lingering essence Damon had left behind. "However, it lacks true refinement."

The light danced around his fingertips like a sentient creature eager to obey. "A young primordial…" He let out a soft chuckle. "How troublesome." The runic patterns on his robes shifted and realigned themselves, resembling stars moving across the midnight sky.

Effortlessly, he vanished, reappearing miles away in a heartbeat. He scanned the continent with eyes capable of seeing through time, destiny, and the various illusions of the world. His voice, filled with divine clarity, carried across the plains: "He fled. A sensible choice." He let out a faint, amused sigh. "Primordials are driven by instinct, after all. What is my next move, little primordial? Should I wait, or should I simply erase you?" He stared blankly into the distance for several seconds before turning away. "It is settled," he murmured. "Our karmic ties are bound. Only one path remains." He tilted his head in a gesture of mock sympathy. "Forgive me, little primordial. I must claim the destiny you were born with. Your fate shall serve to nourish my own." A low laugh escaped him. "Ascension is calling."

The old man then vanished as if he had never been there. Simultaneously, back in the heart of the ruined, poison-choked city, another figure manifested. This individual, however, was neither subtle nor understated.

He was a towering man with broad shoulders, armored in dark plates crafted from what appeared to be wyrm scales. A cloak made of obsidian feathers trailed behind him, and he projected a cold, absolute authority. Mana swirled around him naturally, awaiting his commands.

The man offered no orders. Instead, he drew in the toxic air. The miasma churned violently before being shredded and pulled into his body like silk threads into a whirlpool. "…Intriguing," he muttered. "This C-rank has developed his poison body to a remarkable degree. Truly impressive. My disciple has not let me down. His physique would serve as a magnificent specimen for my research. This discovery alone justifies the cost of halting my experiment. What a thrilling find!"

The man projected his senses across the land once more, searching for a specific target. A scowl soon crossed his features. "The little rat has already fled to the Crimson Mountains? That complicates things. I would have to confront that old bastard if I dared to enter his domain. Hmmm… It has been quite some time, hasn't it? Perhaps it is finally time for a visit." After a brief pause, the man also vanished into the silence.