Birth of the Demonic Sword Chapter 2356. Help

Hope surged through every expert in Noah's group from that strike. Their leader refused to yield. A path might exist that their limited minds failed to perceive. But despair returned swiftly as the slash faded away.

Noah's strike surpassed the previous one in power. Empowered by his fresh triumph, he pushed for an even higher level of might. Yet, the sky showed no sign of the impact. Noah couldn't even cause it to tremble.

Caesar let out a sigh and shook his head while pulling back to his allies. Some of Noah's friends mirrored him, flying off to the new lands or inscriptions. That lone attack served as the final evidence they required. No being or force in the higher plane could breach the sky.

The result failed to discourage Noah. His expression turned utterly emotionless, displaying only icy resolve as he raised his arms once more for another strike.

A far larger slash slammed into the sky. The blow embodied the absolute pinnacle of the ninth rank and the finest traits of Noah's world. It streaked straight across more than half the white layer.

Still, the sky remained unmoved and unshaken, while the slash's dispersal exposed its flawless surface. Noah's assault proved futile again, confirming that his strength couldn't reach that domain.

Noah paid no heed to the result. His arms thrust skyward anew, unleashing yet another slash onto the sky. This one dwarfed the last in size but yielded identical outcomes.

"Your resolve is commendable," Caesar proclaimed from afar, "But you should understand when it's time to give up."

Caesar's statement reached Noah's ears yet failed to penetrate his thoughts. Noah utterly disregarded the privileged expert as he unleashed a mightier slash. His strength grew sharper and more potent with every blow, yet the sky stood firm.

Noah persisted even as most companions descended from the sky to various lands. He seemed wholly absorbed in his mission. In his mind, only the white layer mattered, and that fixation drove his power to new heights.

King Elbas stayed close to Noah amid the barrage. He studied each slash colliding with the sky, secretly admiring their escalating force. Even so, the display didn't alter his view.

Noah wasn't truly growing stronger. No real breakthroughs occurred, so his world didn't advance. He merely refined his expression of power, but that refinement hit obvious ceilings, leaving the sky untouched.

"Noah," King Elbas called out, though Noah brushed him off. His world burned through potential with each successive attack, but he remained indifferent. The sky alone filled his awareness.

"Noah, enough," King Elbas urged once more. "Caesar is right."

Noah couldn't register King Elbas's voice. His whole existence had become a relentless engine for unleashing slashes. His strikes chased perfection relentlessly, but the sky dismissed them. Its plane lay far beyond that insignificant insect.

"Noah!" King Elbas bellowed at last, teleporting in front of him and releasing a vast ocean of golden flames to bar the route to the sky.

Yet, a dark slash erupted from Noah, sliced through the golden blaze, and struck the sky regardless. The energy hitting the white layer fell short of prior assaults due to the flames' interference, but Noah appeared unconcerned.

"You'll only shorten your life like this!" King Elbas warned, shaping his fiery sea into a blazing spear pointed at Noah.

"So what?" Noah retorted as another slash whizzed by King Elbas to hit the sky. "What's your great plan?"

"We have materials and time," King Elbas replied. "I can come up with something."

"Don't lie to yourself," Noah scoffed while firing off another slash.

King Elbas felt overlooked. Noah kept battering the sky, heedless of their exchange. He refused even to debate the matter, and King Elbas lacked solid solutions.

The scheme involving new materials held numerous weaknesses. King Elbas's skills couldn't propel him to the tenth rank, and most new planes were Mortal Lands that would crumble before any insight dawned.

Yet, the plan's essence didn't render King Elbas entirely mistaken. He was correct about Noah's state, and he couldn't abandon him like this when their organization needed him desperately.

"Stop," King Elbas warned as his spear flared brighter, "Or I'll stop you."

Noah stayed silent. He released another slash and began gathering potential again. To him, the talk with King Elbas was over.

"Did you lose your mind?" King Elbas roared. "Do you think you can destroy a rank 10 item all by yourself?"

"Help me then!" Noah snarled without pausing his attacks.

The snarl conveyed mostly chill detachment, but King Elbas detected other emotions beneath. Noah's fury, arrogance, and unyielding will lingered.

King Elbas furrowed his brow. He'd first assumed the loss had shattered Noah too deeply. Any powerhouse might snap after such a devastating hit to their ego, especially Noah given his heavy stake in the climactic fight.

However, that snarl unveiled more. After that command, King Elbas could no longer deem Noah insane, though he couldn't pinpoint the source of his drive.

King Elbas's eyes shifted to the new lands in search of clues, with scanners emerging from his form to aid the probe. Slashes kept soaring past him toward the sky, but his analysis pressed on. Noah hadn't surrendered, and he needed to grasp why.

Myriad computations raced through King Elbas's thoughts. He ran countless simulations, yet none yielded results. The higher plane's latent power wasn't the problem. He simply lacked knowledge of rank 10 item boundaries.

King Elbas finally eyed the sky before returning his focus to Noah. His gaze gleamed briefly before dimming. He grasped part of Noah's aim. It wasn't a true strategy, but it beat despair.

Yet another slash crashed onto the sky, followed by a deafening burst of pseudo quasi-rank 10 energy. King Elbas had shifted away to launch his own barrage at a separate stretch of the white layer. No words passed between them, but that was irrelevant. He understood his role.

"And here I thought you were really considering withering away as an option," Divine Demon chuckled while taking position in another spot of the higher plane to begin his own strike at the sky.

"We are still alive," Alexander declared as he copied his allies. "No point stopping now."

"Don't you dare leave me behind!" The Foolery squealed while joining the onslaught.

June offered only a snort, yet she too neared the sky to unleash her barrage. Before long, more core team members arrived at the higher plane's borders to deploy their strongest assaults. The whole white layer became their mark, and Noah's organization boasted enough powerhouses for the job.

Caesar shook his head at the sight. The notion that a combined effort could dent a rank 10 structure was absurd. The tenth rank would mean little if it could truly falter.

Still, Decumia and the ambition-struck privileged cultivators viewed it otherwise. They faintly detected a force accumulating within the higher plane, though it stayed too feeble to sharpen their senses.

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Author's notes: Shoutout to Ian337 for the Magic castle!