Volume 2 chapter 13
"Booom..." the current altitude 30,000 meters. Here, the air had long since thinned into nothingness. There was only a vacuum filled with chaotic, violent streams of raw mana and a cold that reached absolute zero. It was a death zone where even a Ninth-Rank powerhouse would disintegrate within moments.
Yet, in this hostile void, nine figures collided.
They moved with the weight of planets, crashing into one another. Every impact shook the foundations of the world below. Mana spilled from their bodies, repelling and clashing, turning the stratosphere into a turbulence of energy that tore the very sky asunder.
Pope Farragut held his scepter high, standing within his Domain of Judgment, radiating the aura of a god descending to adjudicate the fate of mortals.
Emperor Curtis bore no weapon; his fists were instruments of ruin. He stood within the Domain of Kingship, an aura of absolute command that forced all creation to bow before him.
Melton, the Archmage, stood within the Domain of Storms, the undisputed monarch of the winds...
Surrounding them were the others: Wade’s Domain of Destruction, William’s Domain of Souls, Brand’s Domain of Spacetime, Empress Theia’s Domain of Life, and Schnet’s Domain of Glacial Ice.
The Eight Saints stood at the cardinal points, sealing off every route of escape.
"Hand of Annihilation!!"
Melton extended a palm toward Clyris. Violent gales whipped up mana so dense it appeared liquid, forming a colossal hand that blotted out the sun.
"Space Freeze!!"
Brand activated his power, solidifying the space for dozens of kilometers around Clyris into an invisible amber.
"BOOM!!!"
Faced with an unavoidable attack covering the entire horizon, Clyris wrapped herself in the Power of Darkness and punched forward without a shred of fear.
With the blessing of the Demon God, she was immune to the suppression of their Domains. The amplified Darkness gave her the capital to fight back.
Her fist punctured the colossal wind-hand. The solidified space shattered like glass. The violent hurricane was dispersed, blasting down toward the surface of the earth like millions of invisible steel blades, carving chaotic scars into the land below.
But the counterattack was instant.
"Holy Art: Axe of Adjudication!!"
"Fist of the Sovereign!!"
"Slash of Ruin!!"
"Spear of Absolute Zero!!"
The moment she broke free, a giant axe of blinding holy light, a fist imprint boiling with blood-qi, a sword beam of twilight destruction, and a spear tip radiating freezing death struck from four directions simultaneously.
There was no room to breathe.
"Space Distortion!"
"Dark Canopy!"
Clyris frantically cycled her Authorities. She used Gravity to twist and fracture the space for kilometers around her, while creating a shroud of Darkness so dense it became a physical barrier.
"Child's play! Hah!! Spatial Blade!!"
Brand, the Saint of Space, scoffed. His Domain condensed into an invisible blade that slashed outward. The sky was clean-cut in two, exposing the void of the universe behind the tear.
"BOOM!!!"
The distorted space was sliced open. The Dark Canopy was split by the Holy Axe. Clyris strained every muscle to dodge the freezing spear and the ruinous sword beam, but she could not evade the fist.
Curtis’s attack slammed into her chest.
It felt as though she had been hit by a falling meteor. Unstoppable kinetic force blasted through her, knocking her from the 30,000-meter threshold.
"No... the gap... is still too big..."
She plummeted ten thousand meters in seconds. At 20,000 meters, she forced her mind to focus, violently arresting her fall.
The pressure of eight Saints was exponentially more terrifying than four. Just resisting the crushing weight of their overlapping Domains consumed vast amounts of her stamina, let alone defending against their killing moves. She had no capacity to counterattack.
A "Pseudo-Saint" might sound impressive, but in the end, she was not a Saint.
"Soul Wither!!"
William extended a withered hand. His pitch-black Domain unfurled, and a storm on the spiritual plane screamed toward her. Clyris, who had just managed to focus, felt her consciousness blur, her soul shaking like a candle in a gale.
"Life Deprivation!!"
The Elf Empress Theia waved her hand gracefully. Infinite vitality was stripped away like flowing water; the very sky seemed to turn gray and sickly.
"Judgment: Death!!"
Farragut added his decree, commanding the space itself to fill with the concept of Death.
"Fist of the Sovereign: Detonation!!"
Curtis punched the empty air. The unparalleled force traveled through the void, shattering space and collapsing the sky above her head.
Clyris barely managed to stabilize her soul against the spiritual storm when the physical attacks arrived. She tried to dodge, only to find the air around her rigid as steel.
In the distance, Brand had his palms pressed together, turning space into a cage.
Trapped, facing the colossal fist imprint descending upon her, she had no choice but to meet it head-on.
"Hand of Darkness!"
She drew upon every ounce of the endless dark power within her, throwing everything into a single strike.
"BOOM!!!"
Infinite darkness condensed into a massive skeletal hand, catching the tyrannical fist. The collision was like two stars crashing. Boundless mana exploded outward, creating a flood of destruction.
But in that deadlock, Clyris felt her strength draining rapidly. Her vitality was being siphoned; her body began to age rapidly. She turned her head and realized it was the combined corrosion of the Pope and the Elf Empress!
"Sword of Extinction!!"
"Glacial Annihilation!!"
Before she could address the drain, Wade and Schnet seized the opening.
"Abyss of Darkness!"
In a desperate gamble, Clyris fused the Authorities of Death, Darkness, and Gravity.
A deep abyss, dozens of kilometers wide, opened in the sky. It swirled like a black hole, devouring light, sound, and matter, dragging everything into its maw. At the center, she devoured the absorbed mana to replenish her stolen life force.
But the Eight Saints had no intention of letting her recover.
"Hmph."
Farragut snorted coldly and raised his scepter.
"Holy Art: Genesis Separation!!"
In that instant, it felt as though a supreme deity had descended. A giant, pure white hand reached down from the heavens and pressed gently against the void.
As the hand descended, elements were forcibly separated. It was a reenactment of creation—Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water were stripped apart. The chaotic Abyssal black hole was treated like a shallow puddle of water, effortlessly parted down the middle.
"Puh!!"
The irresistible force crushed down. Even the Demon King’s armor could not withstand it; the metal groaned and shattered. Clyris vomited blood, falling once again, spiraling out of control.
"Fist of the Sovereign!!"
"Spatial Eradication!!"
"Wind That Moves Mountains!!"
Killing move after killing move rained down. They struck Clyris without mercy. For hundreds of kilometers, the sky was filled with blinding radiance, shining as brightly as a second sun.
And she, facing this deluge of destruction, had no strength left to resist.
"RUMBLE..."
The shockwaves of terrifying mana swept across the firmament like a tsunami. Where the flood of power passed, the sky was scrubbed clean. Every cloud over the Demon Realm was vaporized, revealing a terrifyingly clear, azure sky.
"BANG!"
Clyris’s body was a meteor. She smashed through three mountain peaks before burying herself deep into the earth, creating a massive crater.
"Cough! Cough..."
Her head buzzed with white noise. Every bone in her body felt pulverized.
The Power of Darkness worked tirelessly, knitting her flesh back together, allowing her to struggle to her feet.
However, she had barely steadied herself...
"BOOM!!!"
In the next blink, Brand warped in, bringing the other seven Saints with him.
The moment they appeared, their ultimate attacks were already launched. Clyris desperately tried to raise a shield, but it was futile.
Upon contact, her resistance melted like snow in summer.
Her vision was consumed by endless, blinding light...
"RUMBLE..."
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