SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 673 Time to run

Damon was under no illusions that his "poison-the-entire-world" tour would last forever. He harbored no delusions of being invincible, nor did he fantasize that the Light Faction would remain passive while he systematically wiped their capital cities off the map like bothersome insects. The clock was ticking, and he was well aware of it. He anticipated that the NPC factions would escalate their response and that the super guilds would eventually intervene. This was precisely why he hadn't bothered summoning the main families of Crimson Mountain to deploy their forces and defend the newly seized territories.

Dragging the primary vampire families into a defensive struggle that was destined for failure would have been both futile and reckless. Damon understood that such an approach would not only leave him indebted to the Crimson Mountain elites but would also force him into an exhausting uphill battle.

While his current strength was formidable, he had not yet become the most powerful entity in this world. Hidden tigers and reclining dragons were scattered throughout the Light Faction; if these true powerhouses decided to act, he would find himself in a precarious situation.

He possessed perhaps a 20% level of confidence in his ability to escape them, but winning a direct confrontation was another matter entirely. Consequently, his massacre was never intended as a strategy for long-term occupation. He had intentionally picked targets at random across the map to stretch his run for as long as possible, but it now appeared his time had run out.

The moment a powerful presence washed over him, Damon reacted. He retreated immediately toward the Blood Hall in Niera City. There was no hesitation or shame, nor did he wait to identify the approaching threat. A Blood Gate tore open behind him, and he vanished through it so rapidly he became a mere blur. His primordial sense provided the necessary warning, allowing him to flee before disaster struck. Seconds after Damon’s departure through the Blood Gate, the very space he had occupied began to fracture. Radiance bled through the cracks—a pure, molten light humming with a divine aura far beyond the endurance of any player or typical NPC.

A figure emerged from the glow. He was a tall man clad in flowing silver robes decorated with embroidered runic constellations. His arrival was neither explosive nor violent; in fact, he appeared quite ordinary. He looked like a simple old man dressed in plain attire, with nothing but a single sword resting quietly at his hip.

Despite his humble appearance, he projected a calm yet stifling pressure that effortlessly warped the world around him. His long silver hair shifted in the breeze as he took a step forward. Suddenly, his aged, dull eyes—which had seemed lifeless just moments before—flickered with a trace of amusement. "…Primordial energy," he whispered. "I never anticipated something this fascinating would appear after all these centuries." He bowed his head slightly, a shadow of a smile touching his lips. "It seems this world has reached its breaking point. The samsara has arrived."

He moved with a slow, relaxed gait, hands clasped behind his back, yet the ground was purified with every stride he took. The poisonous miasma left by Damon vanished silently. The tainted air turned clear, and the venomous serpents became as submissive as children before a stern patriarch.

He didn't even need to look at the carnage Damon had caused to understand it. "…A chaotic composition. Wild and brutally effective," he noted. His fingers brushed against the air, sensing the lingering remnants of Damon's presence. "However, it lacks refinement."

The light clung to his fingertips like a loyal pet, eager to obey. "A young primordial…" He let out a soft chuckle. "How troublesome." The runic constellations on his garments shifted and realigned themselves like stars moving across the heavens.

With no apparent effort, he vanished and reappeared thousands of meters away, his gaze scanning the continent with eyes capable of seeing through time, destiny, and the deceptions of the world. His voice, filled with divine clarity, echoed across the plains. "He fled. A sensible choice." He let out a faint, amused breath. "Primordials are driven by instinct, after all. What is my next move, little primordial? Should I wait for you, or simply erase you?" He stared blankly into the distance for a few moments before turning away. "The decision is made," he murmured. "Our karmic ties are set. Only one path remains." He lowered his head in a gesture of mock sorrow. "Pardon me, little primordial. I must claim the destiny you were born with. Your fate shall serve to nourish my own." A soft laugh escaped him. "Ascension is near."

The old man then vanished as if he had never been there. Simultaneously, another figure appeared within the ruins of the poison-soaked city. This newcomer, however, was neither modest nor subtle.

He was a massive, broad-shouldered man armored in dark wyrm scales. A cloak made of black feathers trailed behind him, and he radiated a cold, regal authority. Mana swirled around him, waiting for his command.

The man offered no orders. Instead, he drew in a deep breath of the toxic air. The miasma churned violently before being torn apart and pulled into his body like thread into a whirlpool. "…Intriguing," he muttered. "This C-rank has developed his poison body to such a degree. Truly impressive. My disciple has not let me down. His physical form would make a magnificent specimen for my research. This discovery alone justifies the loss of stopping my experiment. What a thrilling find!"

The man expanded his senses once more, searching the horizon. A scowl crossed his face. "The little rat has already fled to the Crimson Mountains? That complicates things. Entering that bastard's territory uninvited would mean having to deal with him. Hmmm… It has been a long time, hasn't it? Perhaps it is finally time for a visit." The man lingered for a moment before he, too, vanished into silence.