Awakening The Only SSS-Rank Class! Now Even Dragons Obey Me Chapter 759: Strike Of Heaveny Kings!

Meanwhile, across the vast territory, amidst the ongoing conflict where Kyle and Karin observed the near-lifeless Daniel, the ambient mana underwent a sudden, dramatic shift.

This alteration wasn't characterized by an explosive release or a sharp, slicing force, but rather by a phenomenon of 'reverse flow.'

It was as though an immense, boundless sea of power abruptly changed its course, descending with astonishing velocity towards a single, concentrated point.

Kyle's brow furrowed. For the first time, his attention diverged from Daniel, his gaze sweeping the surroundings.

He had encountered a sensation akin to this before, though never on such a staggering scale.

"...What is occurring?"

Karin's voice, though quiet, resonated with a tremor—not of apprehension, but of a more profound disquiet.

A profound lack of comprehension.

"This... defies possibility," Kyle gritted out, his teeth clenched.

The potent energy channeled by the array abruptly ceased its flow into their bodies. That immense power, which had previously amplified their capabilities beyond their innate limits, was no longer being distributed.

Their ignorance of the cause was precisely what fueled their apprehension. Such a significant event unfolding unbeknownst to them carried extreme peril.

Could this be the work of their adversary? Had their intervention caused the array to falter, or worse, to inadvertently aid the enemy?

The potential for disaster loomed large. Yet, a measure of relief surfaced as they perceived the energy's flow directed towards their Guild Leader.

At the very least, they could find solace in having already subdued Daniel moments before this anomaly. Had this transpired merely ten minutes earlier, their current state would undoubtedly be one of utter defeat.

They understood that without the array's bolstering influence, dispatching, let alone killing, Daniel would have been an insurmountable challenge. A slight shift in timing would have placed them in their current predicament.

However, this realization also caused them to overlook a critical detail: the potent sense of impending danger they had felt earlier, the same primal intuition urging their immediate flight!

But alas, it had already become too late.

In that precise instant, a blinding luminescence enveloped the entire sky, as if an ineffable presence were descending.

The previously distorted, fractured, and unstable fabric of space abruptly smoothed. The intermingled currents of mana sank into an absolute, profound stillness, as if they had never been.

The Yin and Yang domains... fractured and vanished instantaneously, disintegrating into mere dust.

This obliteration was not the result of a clash or any conventional force, but rather an act of 'rejection.' It was as if a more fundamental and ancient Law had asserted its dominion over the field.

Unconsciously, Karin took a step backward, and for the first time in the engagement, his own body refused to obey him.

The chilling sense of danger and the intuitive warning finally resurfaced in their minds.

But as had been tragically foreseen, the moment for action had long passed, their ultimate fate sealed ages ago.

The sight before them left their jaws agape in stunned disbelief.

"...Is this... truly the same individual?"

Standing at the epicenter of the brilliant light was Daniel, entirely unscathed, bearing no vestige of the earlier conflict that had brought him perilously close to death.

Yet, it was not his superficial appearance that held them captive, but his very 'essence.' The surrounding atmosphere hadn't grown oppressive; it had become 'static.' Mana itself seemed to recoil from him, and the void itself appeared to draw back.

Space itself seemed hesitant to warp in his presence.

Kyle attempted to advance, but found himself immobilized. Not by fear, but by his body's refusal to obey the directive to move before such a profound level of 'existence.'

Their physical forms dared not even tremble, as if their very beings deemed such a reaction an insult in the face of this person, rendering it impossible.

"I truly wished to avoid employing this technique. Its inherent penalty is something I find distasteful, but no other recourse presented itself," Daniel murmured, a sigh escaping him as he voiced his thoughts aloud.

Concurrently, his gaze flickered towards a notification from the Mother System that materialized before him.

[Transcendent Self skill activated]

[Rank Peak A -> Heavenly King]

[This skill will remain active for one hour]

Kyle opened his mouth, intending to speak, but Daniel acted before him.

Not through any display of speed or practiced skill, mind you. He simply raised a hand. No specific ability was invoked. No surge of mana was unleashed.

Yet, at that precise moment, something within their very beings fractured. Their existential anchors, the unseen framework binding their bodies, souls, and mana, began to splinter.

Karin was the first to experience the devastating effect. His eyes widened in alarm.

He raised a hand, not in aggression, but in a desperate attempt to steady himself, but it was tragically futile.

His body commenced to shudder, the tremors originating not from external forces, but from deep within.

His mana disintegrated, not due to exhaustion, but from sheer 'instability.'

Kyle attempted to resist. He marshaled his power, activating his Law, but every effort proved ineffectual, for this was not an assault in the conventional sense.

This was the outright nullification of their 'existence.' And then, they were gone. Not vanished in an explosion, nor with a sound, nor even a trace of blood—merely particles of dust that never had the chance to descend.

In that singular moment, they ceased to be.

The battlefield, for the very first time... fell into an absolute, profound silence.

Two S-ranks were dispatched with such ease, surpassing the effort of crushing an ant. It was a power mere inches from the absolute zenith of this world.

They were granted no moment for reaction, regret, or even a plea for mercy, dissolving into dust in an instant, utterly vanishing without a trace.

Daniel lowered his hand, his vision momentarily sharpening. A calm exuded from him, though internally, a thrill coursed through his veins.

"...This power..." His voice remained level, yet a tremor of excitement stirred within.

This was his inaugural experience of such magnitude while fully cognizant and in control. Previously, via the Fallen Will skill, he had touched this stratum of power, perhaps even transcended it.

However, at that juncture, bodily autonomy had eluded him.

The present circumstances were markedly different. Now, he himself piloted his form, savoring this astonishing might.

"And the serum is depleted," he noted, observing the absence of any residual serum. The acquisition of Heavenly King might had apparently empowered his internal energy to such a degree that it consumed the serum.

Abruptly, sensing something, he vanished without superfluous motion.

He reappeared elsewhere, positioned beside Varnos. Varnos's body was conspicuously incomplete, half of him non-existent. His mana reserves were nearly depleted, his breaths shallow and erratic, clinging to existence by a thread.

"...I arrived too late," Daniel uttered a sigh, gazing at him briefly.

Varnos's state was dire. His strength plummeted to Early S-rank; survival notwithstanding, a return to his former prowess seemed an insurmountable impossibility. The energy coursing through him continued its decline, threatening a swift descent to Peak A-rank, a process seemingly beyond intervention.

Behind Varnos stood Alaric, his eyes betraying a tremor for the first time. A profound fear, involuntary and visceral, seized him, shaking his very being.

It had been an epoch since he had last experienced such abject terror, akin to an insect cowering before a deity.

He, the chieftain of the Goblin Guild and the nation's most formidable S-rank, now felt as insignificant as a common ant.

Moreover, this aura, this overwhelming sensation, was not that of an adversary or an equal, but belonged to one individual… his progenitor.

A Heavenly King.

"...What... are you?" he stammered, his voice quaking.

This defies logic… it cannot be… how could this mere inadequacy ascend to the ranks of a Heavenly King?

Daniel offered no reply, nor even a glance in Alaric's direction. Instead, he laid a hand upon Varnos's form.

A gentle, yet deep and unwavering luminescence emanated from his palm. Damaged tissues began to regenerate. The dissipated mana gradually stabilized. Wounds sealed, not entirely, but sufficiently to preserve life.

Even with this intervention, the inexorable drain of his power could not be halted.

Daniel withdrew his hand and rose. Pivoting, his gaze fell directly upon Alaric.

"Today… is the day you perish," he declared, his voice glacial, imbued with unwavering resolve.

Alaric, for the first time, remained utterly silent. His mind had ceased to function.

"...This is inconceivable..." Disbelief held him captive; the unfolding events were simply beyond his comprehension.

The entire situation felt nightmarish… Had the Everlight Moon Guild harbored a Heavenly King all along, concealed?

Daniel raised his hand once more, the action identical, the result the same – an act of "erasure."

Yet, unexpectedly, something transpired, an occurrence unforeseen and undetected.

At that precise instant, the fabric of the surrounding space fractured, not as before, but in a complex, multi-layered fashion. It was as if successive planes of reality peeled apart and collapsed upon one another. Time warped, and mana surged explosively.

The void inverted, and an entity emerged – not a conventional assault, nor a discernible technique, but a "Law" itself.

The anomaly that ripped open from the chasms of space, akin to a blade cleaving dimensions, descended upon Daniel. Within its depths, temporal distortions twisted, each moment seemingly collapsing and reforming simultaneously.

The emanating pressure was so immense it further fractured the already-broken spatial field.

Daniel instinctively raised his hand, a profound frown etching itself onto his brow.

"...This—" He perceived it: the sudden assault, originating from an unknown source, possessed terrifying potency.

Indeed, it rivaled his own power… the might of a true Heavenly King!

A genuine Heavenly King had materialized, seemingly to shield Alaric!