Rebound In Time-Chapter 47- Continuous fighting 2

At the expense of his arm, Mitchell had a clear opening to the bear's neck. 'Roaaarrrrr' the bear roared as it saw the sword slicing towards its neck. It tried to retract its hand as fast as possible to block.

But there was no way Mitchell would let this opportunity go to waste like this. The sword suddenly had a golden light and it was faster now. Even looking at it and you would feel it was going to slice you into pieces.

The bear roared again in fear. The sword was coming increasingly closer to it's neck and the golden light it was emitting was giving him a very fearful feeling.

If before it was afraid now it was terrified. This human that looked so small and insignificant was going to kill it.

The purple sword now emitting a golden light was already at its neck and . . . the sword started to slice through but stopped in the middle.

The previous pain was now kicking in and his built up fatique was affecting his vision. The golden light from the sword was dimming and was soon extinguished.

'Noo'. He said inwardly. The bear's hand was making it way towards him. He was too injured and tired.

"I can't lose now". The techniques Mitchell knew were not much, but they packed their equal punch. The crimson dragon's blood explosion was amazing in its own way.

Using the blood from the user to boost their strength, speed and power. Mitchell let out a loud pained grunt as his blood exploded while still I side him. The blade that had stuck inside the bear's neck was now moving again.

The blood from his injured hand was spilling even more now yet it was now enough. He cast the technique two more times again and the power he had been lacking to sever the neck of the bear came and . . . slice.

The head of the bear flew into the sky and the blood from the dead bear dyed the snow beneath their feet red.

The battle was over . . . or so he thought.

It had not even been ten seconds since he started to dig for the monster core when.

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"Hey, look at him. He's over there. Kill him". A bunch of cultivators in the middle stages of foundation building several meters away shouted. They were holding several weapons ranging from swords to spears, lances, mace and even axes.

They had a mad look in their eyes when they saw him and charged with malicious intent. "What the f*ck" he yelled as they charged at him.

"Why won't you guys leave me alone". He felt like crying.

"How can we leave the infamous crimson purple alone, I want your treasures". One woman from their group said and the others agreed.

Even with all the spatial rings Mitchell had looted, he had not had the time to go through them and find the ones which were useful and what was useless. So even him did not know the treasures they were looking for.

'Wait, did they say crimson purple. How did they know I . . .'

His hair had gone back to being long and the infamous color crimson purple. "Cr*p. It must've turned back when I used the blood explosion technique".

Whenever he used the technique, his dragon blood will be aroused again leading his hair to change. And when the purple moon felt the change it would release some of its aura to suppress the bloodlust and keep him balanced.

He had found out through trial and error and he hardly used the technique only when he was facing a lone enemy. His hair would not change though if he only used it once.

'My life is a pain'. He cried inwardly and continued his sprint while his pursuers gave chase.

His current situation seemed to be happening frequently and each time he ended up in a worse state than the last. Now this time his hand was a bloody mess that would take time to heal.

'Is it just me or does this seem to happen every time'. he thought inwardly and decided to ask the group of people chasing him.

"Hey guys, can you like . . . you know let go this chase. Am not feeling too well and my hand's in a bad way". The only reply he got was a Axe that narrowly passed his head.

'Just let me be please. I stopped killing unnecessarily ages ago'. His thoughts did not get the chance to be broadcasted to the chasers when he saw a door.

An ancient looking door that had snow falling on it. It had an overhead bridge shape and was fairly large. Too large for any human.

The group of cultivators stopped chasing him and started panting. They looked at the Mitchell who was still running ahead with hatred.

Mitchell turned his head back and saw their gazes. 'Why do they look like that'. He really wanted to cry but no tears came out.

When he saw they were no longer chasing him his heart was on cloud nine. But the only reason they stopped chasing him was because of the ancient door that stood in the snow.

When he got closer, he saw it was even floating above the ground. "They are no longer chasing me because of this door."

Throughout the trail lands, there are said to be spatial gates that would lead to a much smaller world. So there was a small world within this small world.

The snowy part of the trail lands seemed to have a small world within it too.

Mitchell continued running and when he was fifteen meters away from the door . . . it opened to reveal another snowy world inside. But that didn't stop Mitchell, he ran at full speed and jumped inside landing straight into a blizzard.

In the world of cultivators, there were levels to everything.

In referral to worlds, there were three types of other worlds- Small worlds, Middle tier worlds and Supreme worlds. In terms to small worlds which had low level small worlds, mid level small world and high level small worlds. Mid worlds and supreme worlds also had the same classification although there were differences.

The trial lands where all of them were was a mid-tier level world. And the gate Mitchell just entered right now was a high level mid tier world.

And what made each world so scary was that there was a guardian who was the master of the world.

A master and prisoner of the world. A world was different from a planet or continent in the sense that a world needed a power source to keep it active and make it remain a world. And to do that they had to draw power from the guardian of the world. So as far as the guardian of the world was still alive, the world could constantly repair itself if damaged.

When a guardian was within its world, it was all powerful and unless a power as strong as the guardian came, it could not be killed by conventional means.

But the catch was that the guardian could never leave the world for too long else it would die and same if the world stayed too long without its guardian. It would seize to exist.

Mitchell stood in the thick snow of the of the high level small world. Because of the snow, visibility was very low and he could hardly see what was in front of him.

He had just entered yet the snow was already so biting. Making his blood clot from the cold.

'Straight from the pot into the fire'. Mitchell said inwardly and trudged along the snow. He already knew what a small world was and the dangers he could be getting vut he still chose to enter.

'At least here I can die with my corpse still intact' he laughed at his own joke but his face was serious.

By leaving the trial lands, he could have some time of peace since cultivators avoided smaller worlds like plagues and did not want to die meaningless deaths. The climatic conditions in a smaller world was so severe that one could die from that alone.

Then the even tougher beasts that survived in here their whole lives. Yeah Mitchell seriously just stepped from the pot into the fire.