Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1161: Counter Offensive

The clouds shuddered around her as she raised her blade.

Lilith’s instincts screamed.

“Void, dodge!”

The floating platform propped up by Quinlan’s wind magic shattered the moment Black Fang launched herself off of it.

The piece of solid earth disintegrated into dust and atoms under the sheer violence of her mere launch.

Bronnya’s breath caught in her throat as the woman came bursting down right at them. The tanker woman was staring into the purple eyes of Death, burning like twin abysses. For a heartbeat, the tanker swore she saw her own corpse reflected there.

Her steel-hard will, the foundation of her every defense, quivered against that gaze. For the first time in a very long time, the famous tanker felt that she was in grave danger.

Black Fang raised her katana. The heavens themselves seemed to bend.

“[Jörmungandr’s Judgment]!”

A monstrous serpent, colossal and spectral, erupted behind her. Its scales were obsidian, its fangs dripping with venom that hissed against the sky.

Its roar tore through the battlefield, rattling bones and striking terror into every ear that heard it.

But it wasn’t just her blade that changed.

Her flesh warped.

Her hands and forearms darkened, skin hardening into a scaly texture. Claws sprouted where nails had been, curved and sharp enough to shear iron. Her veins shone violet due to the mana coursing through her body being akin to poison in a river. As the serpent merged with her weapon, its essence threaded into her veins, draconian power bleeding into her form.

Her grip on the katana was no longer human. It was monstrous, the talons of a being that had shed all restraints. The weapon itself thrummed with venomous, serpentine hunger, and her arms flexed with unnatural strength.

Her eyes flared, becoming a deep, mesmerizing purple. These were no longer just human irises, but slitted like a serpent’s gaze.

This was not going to be a mere strike.

What Black Fang prepared to unleash was annihilation given form, wielded by a woman who was no longer entirely human.

“Void, dodge!” Lilith’s shout was strangled as she realized their mistake. In their speedy pursuit, they got careless. Seeing how their targets decided to stop fighting back and instead go on the run with all their effort had made them careless.

A single moment of hubris, one little mistake in a skirmish they had the upper hand throughout, was enough to make the woman’s mind scream at her for being careless.

Because, yes, she saw it. She understood.

Void wasn’t ready. She just blinked. To do it again, she needed a single moment more. But just like Lilith knew this information, so did Black Fang.

Throughout the battle, she’d been analyzing Void’s capabilities and learned the top speed of her blinks.

It was too late to dodge now. Black Fang ensured that.

Lilith’s blade rose, putting all her might into deflecting the strike coming for their lives.

“[Ebon Reaping]!”

Scar darted in at the same moment, shadows fracturing into countless knives and strikes. Her assassin’s art, perfected over a lifetime, landed clean. Yet half of them shattered against the sheer, suffocating aura that Black Fang’s ultimate strike emitted, the rest carving into her already heavily injured flesh. Blood sprayed as fresh wounds layered atop older ones.

And she didn’t even flinch.

Her katana descended.

Bronnya roared, calling upon her tanker spell.

“[Last Bastion]!!!”

It was a sound that sounded less human than beast, a desperate cry.

Black Fang answered with nothing.

Only her stare.

Those deep, mesmerizing purple, draconian eyes locked onto her target, cold as the grave, silent as death itself.

Lilith’s attempt at parrying folded. Black Fang overpowered her last moment attempt at defense. It was too little, too late.

And then steel met shield.

*KA-THOOOOOM!!!*

The impact was apocalyptic.

The air ripped apart. A shockwave blasted outward as if a bomb had detonated.

Bronnya’s and Lilith’s bodies buckled under the serpent-fueled strike.

The tanker, which was currently transmitting damage Lilith sustained all to herself, was hit incredibly badly. Blood geysered from her entire body, creating hundreds of wounds on her all at once. A large and deep ocean of crimson sprayed into the storm.

But even with Bronnya’s sacrifice, Lilith was still struck. Such was the overwhelming nature of Black Fang’s ultimate ability: she overloaded Bronnya’s transmittance spell and shield all at once.

And still, it wasn’t done just yet.

The strike tore through the tanker, split her flesh, and crashed into the line behind.

“Ghh!!” Jallen cried out as her ribs cracked.

“Ah!” Void gasped as the shockwave hurled her back.

The battlefield screamed with the force of that single slash.

Blood poured, air warped, and every soul present felt the truth: this was the final attack of a true monster.

The tether snapped taut as Void was hurled backward, dragging the others with her.

“[Mend Flesh]!” Jallen’s voice sounded as light surged from her spear, splashing across her allies.

She expected the warmth of recovery to flow. But nothing came. The wounds stayed open, bleeding, festering, refusing to close. Her eyes widened in horror. “It’s not working!”

Lilith’s teeth ground together in frustration. Void managed to stop their flight quickly and stabilized the group. It was then that Lilith’s gaze locked onto the woman before them. Blood-drenched, torn apart, yet still looking ready to fight.

Her throat tightened.

“She used anti-healing venom.”

She felt it deep in her bones, in the way her channels resisted mending. That woman hadn’t just swung at them with all her might; she had planned for the aftermath of her strike as well.

Black Fang had slipped poison into her ultimate weapon, weaponizing the element of surprise given to them by the veil of clouds. The woman knew that this was the only chance she might get into melee range and thus have the chance of landing not only a killing blow but one that countered healing as well.

Bronnya convulsed. A mouthful of blood spilled down her chin as her body sagged. Her massive frame wavered like a fallen wall, collapsing inward. She wasn’t gone yet, but the line between life and death had thinned to a thread. She wasn’t even conscious anymore.

“Damn it!” Lilith spat while looking at Black Fang. ’She’s supposed to be my equal. My match. I was meant to stand shoulder to shoulder with her in power…’

And yet… she’d been overwhelmed. She hadn’t just failed to deflect. She had failed despite standing with four comrades at her back. A 1v5, and still Black Fang’s blade had carved through them all.

But…

No.

That wasn’t quite correct.

Her eyes narrowed as she realized the truth.

It hadn’t been a 1v5.

Not one bit.

Her gaze moved to the man still seated cross-legged in the sky, the calm core around which all this chaos spun.

Without him, Black Fang would’ve been cut down a hundred times over. Without him, she never would’ve been able to go on the counteroffensive. He had been her shield, her partner, her amplifier.

It wasn’t 1v5.

It was 2v5.

And together… they were a nightmarish duo.

Lilith’s lips peeled back, revealing her teeth in a blood-flecked snarl. Her frustration boiled over into a burning defiance. She would not bow. She would not give them victory.

“Void! Hurl me forward!”