SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God Chapter 695 I was just warming up

The Divine Hurricane's violent expansion made the Forest of Doom shrink back, tearing the very air to pieces. Mid-air, trees got yanked from their roots and smashed into fragments, their trunks splintered before touching the soil.

Wild flickers danced across the blood-red sigils under the werevampires' feet as the divine wind and lightning ripped their ranks apart. The pack's flawless harmony broke for the very first time.

Like heavenly execution blades, wind blades screeched through the air, slicing into bodies that had appeared invincible just seconds before. Lightning leaped from one foe to another, chaining via their blood auras and transforming their top asset into a deadly weakness. Each hit exploded internally, where divine energy brutally collided with tainted blood essence. Screams erupted from the werevampires. Damon held the edge in stats and skills, yet their teamwork amplified everything to a higher tier. Still, against this pure divine force crashing down at blinding speed with added wind acceleration, they had no choice but to endure the brutal fallout.

Meanwhile, Damon summoned the burning lance into his grip and jabbed it left and right. Whips of shadow and lightning lashed out fiercely. Holding nothing back and ignoring any risk of exposing his abilities, Damon unleashed everything, experimenting with instinctive combo strikes that flowed naturally.

Thanks to his flawless physique, he battled on despite the heavy mana weighing down the area, drawing from vast reserves that outstripped the werevampires' capacity. Gradually, his blows began to connect, and he tore them limb from limb, one by one.

Powerful blows landed on him, but he absorbed them with a wide grin and fired back with matching fury. A claw smashed into his side, ringing out like a gong under a hammer's strike. As Damon skidded back across the disturbed dirt, his feet gouged parallel furrows. The werevampires couldn't press their advantage before he spun his upper body and slammed his elbow ahead, channeling blood and lightning in unison. That retaliation crushed the beast's ribcage and hurled it tumbling into the hurricane, where repeated impacts battered it before flinging it away like discarded cloth. Damon materialized directly behind to deliver the killing blow.

Yet another dove down from overhead. Damon never glanced up. From the earth, a shadow spike burst forth, skewering it during the pounce. He chased it with a burning lance stab that pierced straight through two additional forms in a line.

At last, their numbers began to thin out. The pack leader fought to regain command. Blood sigils ignited once more. The surviving werevampires charged as one in a frantic, do-or-die rush, unleashing claws, fangs, blood shapes, and pure murderous rage in a unified onslaught toward Damon.

However, it fell short of overwhelming him. He kept pace with their velocity and might, driving himself harder with each moment. His thoughts raced with astonishing speed and crystal focus. Instinct overtook calculation in his combat style, sharpening his responses even further.

Though every skill and affinity had been taken from him save for the blood energy, they were gradually integrating as truly his own, including the divine energy. Operating at full potential, he sensed endless stamina surging within. Pure dominance via overwhelming force thrilled him to the core. His wild cackles echoed amid the howls as the massacre pressed on.

Nearly concluded, the battle showcased the combined domain's immense might—stronger than any Damon had faced before—yet it carried inherent flaws too. Amid the chaos and ruins, Damon finally locked eyes on the pack leader and shifted his focus to the enormous monstrosity.

Snarling, the werevampire commander drained strength from the leftover pack, their forms trembling while blood essence funneled into him. His bulk swelled further, muscles twisting hideously as the runes etched on his skin glowed like searing irons. The combined domain contracted, centering on him to form a savage, pinpoint slaughter zone for one last strike. "You are strong, bloodsucker. Strong enough to be worthy prey." The abomination growled.

Through the barrage of claw swipes and blood constructs, Damon advanced like strolling in a drizzle. His chuckles died down, giving way to serenity. "I was just warming up."

The pack leader pounced. Earth shattered underfoot as he closed the gap instantly, claws targeting Damon's neck while blood constructs whirled after him like deadly shackles. Damon stood his ground without evading.

He confronted the assault directly. Blood essence exploded from him, slamming into the werevampire's domain like waves battering a barrier. With his hands alone, Damon seized the slashing claws. Shockwaves from the clash ripped across the woods, toppling the few trees still upright.

They grappled in a tense standoff for an instant. The pack leader's gaze bulged in shock. "Impossible! How could you possibly match my power!"

Damon pressed closer, his face cracking into a broad smirk. "Your formation is impressive. Your coordination too. I hope you can drop some interesting skills when I devour you."

He wrenched sharply. In a savage yank, Damon tore off one of the abomination's limbs and swung the force to ram his knee into its torso. Ribs buckled under the impact. He kept going without pause. Blurring into a crimson flash, he hammered the werevampire commander relentlessly. Shadows and blood wove around his limb, laced with divine energy. The Burning Lance reshaped, thicker now, its point sparking lightning and blazing with infernal flames.

Damon drove it ahead, the lance boring through the pack leader's torso and nailing him to the dirt. Inside, divine fire burst forth, raging against the corrupted blood essence and the trapped ancient soul.

The abomination howled in agony. Damon pressed on, slamming punches into it over and over until its health fully depleted.

The linked formation shattered with explosive force. The surviving werevampires halted in place as the rebound ravaged their minds and flesh. Veins exploded. Auras crumbled. Many collapsed lifeless on the spot, withered to shells.

Beneath Damon, the pack leader's huge frame spasmed wildly, the runes on its blood-soaked hide blazing once more before splitting open and oozing blood.