SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 722 Unfair

"Are you kidding me?" Damon grumbled, clearly displeased. While he had been forced to squander his precious time dealing with these fools, the other person was calmly taking off and jogging toward the summit with ease. This was absolute garbage!

All he could do in preparation was frantically try to secure more territory, while the other party had clearly made different arrangements. How was that guy able to casually jog under such overwhelming pressure?

With the intensity weighing heavily upon him and his mental stamina eroding, Damon felt like he was on the brink of snapping. At this rate, was there even any point in chasing his goals? He felt tempted to just pack it in and leave.

Damon’s eyes widened, and he forced himself to calm down. He realized the surrounding pressure was affecting his judgment more than he had anticipated. He closed his eyes and reached out to his blood thrall. He’d had his reservations about whether this would work, given that he couldn’t communicate with Blood Reign or summon his usual pets, but it worked. Perhaps it was because it was his own skill. The woman was stationed only a few feet away, on a different section of the mountain.

Walking over might be a waste of time, but if he could get his hands on the shortcut these others were clearly using, it would be well worth the effort.

As soon as he was within range, Damon commanded Viola to meet him halfway and explain the situation. Bingo! His suspicion had been spot on: it was a potion.

It was a medicinal tonic commonly used during trials of this nature. It granted a temporary defensive barrier to resist pressure, murderous intent, and killing auras.

Thanks to Viola’s prompt arrival, Damon saved a significant amount of time and acquired the potion away from prying eyes. He immediately drank it and began to ascend, ordering Viola to intercept anyone who tried to pursue him.

Damon had used his real face this time, as his mask remained ineffective within the trial. Suspecting his control over Viola might not last much longer, he decided to go all out and capitalize on the situation.

Continuing to absorb blood essence from the surrounding area, Damon resumed his climb. This time, he was running.

A broad smile stretched across Damon’s face as he felt incredible. The sudden lifting of the crushing pressure made it feel as though he were soaring through heaven.

His muscles and bones seemed to vibrate with delight. His entire body rejoiced, and his speed spiked instantaneously.

Damon nearly broke into laughter as he bolted up the slope. The heavy pressure intended to crush him remained, but it felt distant, as if someone had dialed the intensity down several notches.

"So that is your little secret," he muttered, his eyes burning with intensity.

With the potion flowing through his veins, the mountain landscape felt transformed. His legs moved effortlessly, and his breathing rhythm stabilized. The time limit in his vision slowed to a crawl, feeling meaningful once again.

This was the advantage they had. No wonder those idiots were jogging.

Damon leaned into his movement and pushed even harder. The wind hissed past his ears as he surged past golden doors one after another. He didn't even bother glancing at the lower ones; his ambition had shifted much higher.

Chaos erupted behind him. Viola did not disappoint. Screams echoed as blood essence continued to stream into his form. Now that he had felt it, he was able to detect the unique strands even without the sheer pressure, but isolate them as he might, the result remained the same. It was failure after failure.

"Screw it. I am opening a door," Damon declared. He brushed off his frustration and sprinted at full speed. He could sense multiple figures scattered across the slope, all climbing upward at an identical pace. "Motherfuckers," he growled, gritting his teeth. "Cheaters, every single one of them!"

By chance, he encountered another familiar face: the famed fire mage, Magicaa. As Damon’s gaze locked onto him, the mage noticed him as well. Rather than the smile he’d seen earlier, the poor guy looked positively constipated, his face twisting into a hideous expression.

Damon grinned. "You have not forgotten our last encounter, have you?"

Magicaa began to stammer. "How are you... You should not... I was promised..." "Heh," Damon chuckled. "What? I shouldn't be allowed to use the same cheats you all have? Tell me, how many men do you have here? What the hell? How did so many golden tokens manifest? Do you not think this is rather unfair?"

Magicaa’s face went pale. "Unfair... unfair... unfair..." He kept repeating the word, his eyes filled with mounting dread.

"Tell you what, why don't you hand over some of those potions? There's no reason for us to fight, right? We are old friends, after all."

Viola only had five potions, and just to be safe, Damon wanted to see if he could extort more from this guy. Nothing would drop if he killed him directly, so he needed the guy to hand them over willingly.

Something told Damon he would succeed. In fact, the man before him was the perfect candidate for a second Blood Thrall. How could he possibly pass up such a golden opportunity?

Damon triggered his mental corruption skill, followed immediately by his blood enslavement technique. It took less than a second before a notification flashed before him.

[Ding! You have successfully created a Blood Thrall]