I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space

”That was close... I almost would’ve gotten another hole in my ass. Good thing I kept an eye on my shadow after seeing him pull things out of his own.” he thought while looking down scanning the ground below.

But he was mistaken.. Shadows followed.

From below, shadows surged upward, stretching toward him, twisting into countless shapes.. thick as tree trunks, thin as wires, jagged as blades. They climbed into the sky in pursuit, swallowing the air itself in writhing darkness.

”Ummm..?!” Markeilous was confused as why he’s using these.. slow attacks? But still being cautious as he is.. he shot higher, pushing his flight speed to the limit.

Obviously, Razeal wasn’t concerned about his dark mana. In this space, it was infinite.. the System Space itself feeding him without limit.

Suddenly, Razeal spread his arms wide.

And just as he did.. oppressive feeling descended upon all the surroundings. The entire area darkened, as if light itself was being swallowed. Then, without warning, thousands.. no, tens of thousands of shadowy tentacles rose from the ground.

Every shadow responded. The faint shade cast by a lone tree, the thin darkness beneath blades of grass.. all of it stretched upward, expanding and twisting. The shadows surged into the air, attacking the man who floated above. They climbed higher and higher, changing shapes as if alive. Some thickened like tree trunks, others remained thin and whip-like, striking relentlessly.

”What the..?!” the man cursed, moving instantly.

He moved so fast it almost resembled teleportation, dodging again and again as the shadows chased him through the sky. Even as the heavens seemed nearly covered by the writhing darkness, he continued to evade the attacks.

Razeal watched, expression unchanged, realizing it wasn’t enough.

Slowly, he raised his index finger and aimed it at Markeilous’s rapidly moving figure.

Suddenly, blood began to seep from the tip of his finger. It gathered, floating just in front of it.. suspended in the air, perfectly still.

There was no visible change in his posture, no flare of emotion on his face, no sudden surge of presence. He simply just thought to use use flow as he suddenly snapped his fiingers as to create a sound flow.

And within that flow, Razeal choose to move it into stream of this sound flow.

A single drop, compressed, refined, shaped with such precision it took on the form of a bullet. But the moment it entered the flow, it caught the speed of sound, vanishing from Razeal’s fingertip without resistance in an instant without any recoil whatsoever.

The shadow tentacles reacted instantly.

They parted.. deformed naturally as like living things recognizing priority, creating a narrow, flawless path as the blood bullet tore forward.. aimed directly at Markeilous’ head.

Markeilous sensed it.

Not the attack.. but the intent.

His instincts screamed before his thoughts could form. Without a word, without even turning fully, he raised his hand. Space warped subtly, and the blood drop stopped.. frozen centimeters from his forehead.. suspended midair by sheer telekinetic force.

Razeal’s eyes narrowed slightly.

For the first time, something flickered.. not anger, not shock interest.

He hadn’t expected that fast reaction. and how easily and clean he managed that up.

But there was no time to dwell on it.

Because the moment Markeilous paused, the shadow tentacles surged.

Thousands of them collapsed inward, relentless, silent, precise spears, whips, blades converging on a single point.

But Markeilous reacted again.

Just as the tentacles came within centimeters of his body, they stopped.

As if an invisible wall had been placed between him and the attack.

His eyes flashed purple, sharp and focused, and a dim, translucent shield shimmered into existence around him. Very efficiently. His hands glowed with deep purple energy, veins of power pulsing beneath his skin as the barrier stabilized.

”Sirr whyyyy areeee youuu doing itttt??!” His teeth clenched as he shouted. ”I apologize if I offended you in any way!”

Markeilous’ confusion deepened with every second.

The attacks felt strange.. empty, light, almost hollow. He couldn’t understand it. Someone who triggered such intense danger instincts in him should not be this weak. At most, the attacks were at the level of a Saint King. To him, a middle-stage Supreme, it was nothing more than child’s play.

Yet he did not retaliate. He refused to attack back, unwilling to offend a possible senior or take an unnecessary risk.

But It still didn’t make any sense.