Bastion's trump card had been quickly eliminated, leaving him exposed. A stunned silence enveloped him as he stared at the spot where his ultimate skill had once towered.
Just moments before, it had seemed unstoppable. Now it was gone as it was devoured and annihilated without putting up a resistance.
The psychic backlash tore through Bastion's mind. His chest was tight as if an invisible blade had pierced him. The continuous blood-burning had already ravaged his organs, and the final blow to his skill drained the last ounce of his willpower.
His sword clattered from his limp fingers, the once-gleaming metal blackened by the intensity of Cain's foxfire.
"No," he rasped with a voice barely above a whisper.
Cain took a single step forward, white-gold flames trailing around him. With his final surge of increased power, he unleashed a concentrated wave of searing flame on Bastion, who could only fall to his knees. The blast hit with devastating force, searing through his damaged armor.
Bastion screamed hoarsely. His body slumped forward. Steam emerged from the burned metal that formerly protected his chest. After a few heartbeats, he lay still on the battlefield, with no breath or traces of life.
After confirming Bastion's death, Cain finally let go of the suppression of his healing properties, as he had been suppressing it all this time because he didn't want Bastion to be desperate early, resulting in a short fight.
His body then immediately fully healed in an instant, refreshing not only his physical body but also his mental condition, as he was actually quite exhausted after quite a long fight.
Subsequently, Cain took back his clone as he waved his hand before using his [Ice Storm] skill, intending to cool down the surrounding temperature.
Looking at the massive icy storm, Cain took out new clothes before putting them on as he burned the worn-out clothes that had been scorched because of his fight with Bastion.
The moment Cain put his clothes on his body, he stopped for a second before focusing his attention on the translucent panels of data in front of him as he heard numerous notifications from the system.
[Ding! Dante has killed Lucan, Peak-level Dominator Rank Awakeners]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 100 million Evolution Points]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 1 Random-level Summon Pools]
[Ding! You have killed Bastion, Peak-level Conqueror Rank Awakeners]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 20 billion Evolution Points]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 5,400 Gacha Points]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 2 High-level Summon Pools]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 1 High-level Lottery Pools]
[Ding! Your experience at GrandLord Rank has increased to 100%]
[Ding! Because you have gained a lot of combat experience by fighting Bastion, your experience at Dominator Rank has also been increased to 100%]
When Cain checked the notifications, he was pleased when he read the part where he gained 100% experience at Dominator Rank.
This was also the reason why he prolonged the fact with Bastion, as he had asked the system if gaining the experience could be by real fighting experience too, not pure killing the enemy.
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The system replied that he could, but the extent of gaining the experience will be decided by the system since it would definitely assess the fight by itself, determining if he gained 'real combat experience' or just another typical fight.
Cain then checked the situation inside his beast space. After placing Anya there, he had ordered the system to let her absorb the remainder of his blessing and hadn't checked on her since.
Inside the beast space, Anya was sitting cross-legged, leisurely absorbing the rest of the blessing. The system informed him that her process would take a bit longer this time.
Having confirmed that Li Yuexian was also fine, Cain refocused on his surroundings and dispelled IceStormIce StormIceStorm once he noticed the air had grown uncomfortably cold.
"Big Brother Cain!" Sylvia and Ayla shouted in unison as they ran towards Cain immediately after Nix landed on the ground.
Their bodies were covered in a red barrier since Fenix made them so that they wouldn't be affected by the cold.
Even though Cain felt only a mild breeze, the cold was still dangerous for ordinary people like Sylvia and the others.
Upon reaching Cain, both girls leaped into his arms, though for different reasons. Sylvia clung to him out of genuine worry, having seen how battered he was earlier
Unlike Sylvia, Ayla came to Cain because in her eyes, Cain had become the strongest since he had killed someone who even Fenix couldn't kill. Not only that, she was captivated by Cain's previous dragon attack and had been thinking of begging Cain to teach her how to do that ever since.
"Are you alright?" Sylvia asked with a worried expression.
"Yeah, are you okay?" Ayla chimed in, showing an excited expression instead of a worried one.
Cain chuckled as he replied with a smile while holding the little girls in his arms. "I'm fine, don't worry."
"Are you really fine?" Elara walked towards him, looking at Cain's whole body thoroughly as she was worried that Cain might still have some open wounds and the little girls' action just worsened them.
"Of course!" Cain looked at Elara before putting down the little girls on the ground and patted their heads softly.
However, when Cain turned his body as he intended to talk with Garran, he felt that someone had climbed on his body. He immediately shuddered at the thought of getting countless questions from this little one.
Subsequently, he used his brain to think of the solution for a split second before tilting his head aside. "Ayla, what do you want?"
Ayla giggled at the question as she put her arms around Cain's neck. "Hehe, Big Brother Cain knows me best."
She then added, "Can you teach me how to use that amazing dragon skill, please?" Her eyes sparkled at the idea of summoning a fierce dragon just like Cain had done.