The Glorious Evolution Chapter 429: Lunar Blood Aspect.

Meanwhile, poisonous clouds surged over the rope’s strands while Levi remained utterly motionless before Fang, his chained staff slung over his shoulder, projecting the picture of a victor brimming with certainty.

Fang’s eyes narrowed in icy focus as he enveloped his skin with a slim sheath of liquid blood, exposing just his eyes... he realized it wouldn’t fully counter the poison’s strength, yet if it granted him precious moments, that sufficed.

Indeed, his faith in overcoming Levi hadn’t dimmed one bit... particularly since the Aetheric Flames were no longer in play.

Fang gradually rotated his neck, with the paired chained fangs dangling from his wrists.

Several seconds passed without motion from either side.

Suddenly, Fang disappeared!

Mist erupted from his previous spot as he rocketed ahead like a projectile, the chained fangs arcing through the sky from flanking sides to ensnare Levi in a scissor attack designed to rip his chest open!

Fang’s velocity stayed as ferocious as before, hardly detectable by spectators or fellow Rifters... Still, Levi’s Harmonic Spine caught it effortlessly.

Without a trace of dread, Levi whirled the staff in a compact loop, chains unraveling in a flash... and with a crisp wrist snap, he deflected the initial fang, igniting a shower of sparks on collision!

Next, he crouched swiftly as the other fang whistled above his head, near enough to shear off several hairs.

Fang touched down right behind him and hauled both chains inward. The fangs whipped around in flight like guided projectiles, targeting Levi’s rear.

Ignoring the need to glance back, Levi drove the staff’s tip into the earth and sprang over the approaching edges, somersaulting smoothly as the fanged chains knotted below!

Simultaneously, Levi spun during his aerial flip and booted the staff’s bottom, propelling it toward Fang.

Fang clenched his fist and smashed the incoming end aside with a guttural, animalistic snarl... afterward, he drew a deep inhale and unleashed a volley of hardened blood projectiles, exploiting Levi’s off-balance position.

Yet against Levi... landing him off-kilter proved nearly unattainable.

While airborne, Levi executed a explosive jump to dodge the salvo and close in swiftly on Fang from the right.

Fang retreated hastily, each footfall trailing a hazy afterimage... Levi sliced through the venomous fumes in a heartbeat, determined to keep Fang within the Toxic Kingdom’s domain.

Without pause, he blended in mental strikes, emitting a deep whistle attuned to the innate rhythm of Fang’s subconscious shield... Levi wasn’t naive enough to declare Fang defeated absent thorough groundwork.

Drawing from his Melody Aspect, he swiftly discerned the subconscious barrier’s resonant frequency, allowing him to turn audio into devastating spiritual weapons.

Admittedly, these strikes lacked the power of Voilin-enhanced ones, but nonetheless... they sufficed to disrupt Fang’s cognition briefly, opening him to Levi’s onslaught.

Soon enough, Fang clutched his pounding skull with a feral glare, sensing Levi’s relentless spiritual shots battering his subconscious barrier until fissures emerged.

Such fissures manifested as excruciating migraines... the mind’s alarm signaling dire spiritual peril to its owner.

The moment Fang’s pace faltered slightly, Levi materialized before him with a soaring knee strike... Fang folded his arms to guard against it, convinced Levi’s power couldn’t inflict serious harm.

Oh, what a grave misjudgment...

Right before collision, Levi activated his Divine Starforged Skeleton... the shift happened in an instant, surging his mass tremendously along with his might!

The collision boomed through the heavens as Fang’s limbs shattered right away beneath his stunned gaze.

’Huh?’

Before awareness dawned, Fang tumbled through the toxic vapors, absorbing a massive dose before halting... on striking, his blood armor failed utterly.

He dropped to one knee and hacked up a clot of dark blood onto the surface... then, he swabbed his lips and raised his gaze to lock with Levi’s.

Levi loomed wordlessly amid the furious venomous tempest, his silhouette flickering in and out... yet abruptly, Fang’s sight blurred somewhat, doubling Levi’s form.

Fang’s pulse raced as he grasped he’d misjudged the Toxic Kingdom’s virulence... Seeing Levi breathe and maneuver unaffected, he’d presumed high poison tolerance or mild toxicity.

’How... how can he endure such extreme virulence?’ Fang’s irises flushed red, triggering blood vision.

At once, his vision sharpened and clarified, rendering everything in monochrome... the instant Levi reentered view, his breath hitched sharply.

'This... is this the work of a mutation?'

He witnessed it distinctly—the intrusive, mighty toxin was being purged from Levi’s veins by an odd dark force. Whether inhaled, swallowed, or seeped through his skin, it proved irrelevant.

No venomous trace could dodge the purification!

Though this defied logic for Fang, aware that no low-tier mutation ought to wield such outrageous might, he recognized this wasn’t the moment for distraction.

"You’re slowing down..." Levi remarked coolly as he drew nearer.

Levi remained unaware of Fang’s precise Aspect, save its link to Blood... As a battle-hardened veteran, he grasped that mindless assaults without tactics risked nasty surprises.

Fang offered no reply... he rose shakily, seeming as feeble as a hound near death. Then, his scarlet eyes narrowed with chill intent as he declared, "You’re too dangerous to be left alive and roaming free."

Witnessing Levi’s arsenal, Fang grasped that his master had gravely misjudged the foe... Aether Flames, Soulleech Maw, bizarre mutations, Soul-Harvesting Lantern, Half-Radian, plus that freakish explosion of power. These were merely the tricks Levi had unveiled.

Should he outlast this scheme as master intended, after slaying his kin, they’d not dispatch a youth to pursue them, but a Crazed Demon.

Fang refused to waste this golden chance to erase him now... for once Levi shifted to the Boundless Expanse, hunting him down would border on impossible.

Breaching his master’s directives mattered little to purge this peril early... unlike Levi, his heart harbored zero pity.

Fang unleashed a guttural growl swelling to a ferocious howl; its sheer force banished the heavy toxic haze encircling him.

Still, all stares locked onto the abrupt rise of a colossal phantom blood moon in the heavens behind him... hurling a wicked luminous shaft upon his silhouette.

Levi maxed his defenses, eyeing Fang drenched in the radiance; his sinews bulged ferociously, skeleton creaked amid expansion, dense black pelt surged from his hide... Shoulders broadened, stature almost doubling.

But it continued.

Fingers elongated into hooked obsidian talons, dentition ground into lengthy ivories as vapor billowed from his jaws per breath. Become so colossal, so fiendish, the shackles on his wrists burst apart, severing the fetters!

Transformation complete, Fang towered above Levi and all nearby... his coat billowing in gusts while radiant crimson orbs pinned on Levi.

The spectral moon? It hung persistent, endlessly bathing him in glow.

"As expected, what’s a werewolf without Lunar Blood Aspect?!" Gamemaster Envy bellowed.

Countless audience members knew Lunar Blood Aspect well, hallmark of the Trueborn Bloodmoon Werewolf Race... Fang lacked their bloodline, yet as Bishop Na’thir’s forged Falseborn, it signaled the Bishop’s link to them somehow.

Of course, Levi had studied that race in his cosmic power race frameworks... thus Fang’s shift barely fazed him.

He understood that beneath the phantom blood moon, Fang’s blood claimed regal dominion, forsaking typical vital fluid traits in a body... growing commanding, belligerent, rapacious.

A legendary morphing art of the Bloodmoon Werewolves.

’This has to be his ultimate move... bound to Tier 4 skills, undoubtedly his peak.’ Levi pondered silently, steeling for battle.

He’d refrained from full throttle precisely to draw out Fang’s secrets... cognizant of wielding a throwaway clone, it flipped their confrontation’s stakes.

Levi’s end would stick forever... Fang’s held zero consequence.

"Brat... I am done fooling around." Fang intoned flatly, edging forward a touch, "Both of us are dying here... I give you my word."