CLEAVER OF SIN Chapter 598: Pulling Out All Stops

Asher immediately transitioned into his Star Form, recognizing that simple Star Energy enhancement was futile against Debro. There was no room left for restraint; it was total war, a matter of life or death where hesitation meant certain failure and a permanent end. This threshold, once crossed, would seal his fate.

Abruptly, his golden aura dissolved, and he shifted into a stark, white silhouette. His perception sharpened to a razor's edge, causing time to dilate until reality crawled at a sluggish pace. His physical prowess soared as his body overflowed with raw, volatile power, vibrating with the intensity of a contained supernova.

This transformation concluded in a mere heartbeat. Without delay, he launched himself forward at supersonic speeds, tearing through the atmosphere with such violence that the air screamed in his wake. Before Debro could blink, a white fist struck his chest with the force of a dying star, compressing the very space between them.

The resulting impact triggered a series of destructive rings, obliterating everything in a ten-kilometer radius with apocalyptic consequence.

For the first time, Debro was launched backward like a broken doll, his momentum carving through mountains, cratering the surface of a lake, and smashing through boulders and hills. His body created deep trenches in the earth, tossing sand into the air like massive ramparts as he collided with the ground.

The carnage across a twelve-kilometer area was absolute; it was as if the geography had been scrubbed clean and rewritten by the tyranny of their power, leaving only a desolate wasteland.

Asher clicked his tongue in frustration. Though he had connected, his punch dealt no damage. In that split second, Debro had erected an Astra barrier at the point of impact, his defensive instincts operating with uncanny, near-absurd efficiency.

The man’s reflexes were peerless. A cold dread washed over Asher, realizing that Debro had yet to reveal his true ability. All this time, he had been concealing a trump card capable of shifting the tides of battle instantly.

Suddenly, a cataclysmic explosion erupted from Debro’s position, leveling everything within a twenty-kilometer radius as his Astra energy surged outward in a raw, unrestrained display of might, reducing the landscape to ruin.

Debro roared triumphantly, rising to his feet as his killing intent swept upward like a violent storm.

The very air shattered under his presence, and the sky began to warp as he strode forward through his own wreckage, his aura bending reality itself under the crushing weight of his pressure.

His hair wild with madness, he glared at Asher, his twisted obsession having long since consumed his sanity.

Asher’s gaze hardened. A twenty-kilometer expanse had been reduced to ash simply by Debro letting his aura loose.

Without pause, Asher activated his Lightning Armour. A thunderous chorus of trillions of sparks crackled across the field as his purple-hued, radiant barrier manifested. Layered over his Star Form, this armor covered him in electric arcs, his hands hardening into lightning claws, and a helmet topped with two jagged, electrical horns crowning his head. He resembled a purple demon, an avatar of destruction and pure energy.

This surge heightened his attributes further, pushing his mortal frame to the absolute limit of what he could endure.

Regardless, it did not feel like enough. Asher decided to burn through every reserve, disregarding any potential backlash to his own body.

Light flickered over his skin, stacking with his other enhancements to maximize raw velocity. He channeled all this output into Virelass, which vibrated with a lethal, intoxicated fervor, its blade becoming sharper and more dangerous with every passing second.

Simultaneously, Asher overclocked his nervous system with lightning and Star Energy. Every advantage was seized with brutal precision. A falling leaf near his feet seemed frozen in mid-air, illustrating the extreme dilation of his processing speed.

Debro groaned, and with a mere thought, Astra energy surged, pushing his body well beyond the average Wavestar Life Ranker. He seemed to briefly touch the power of the Void Life Rank, his presence becoming increasingly monstrous.

The two glared at one another, their vessels overflowing with volatile power, their auras clashing in silent, space-warping intensity. They stood like gods vying for the same dominion; one must perish for the other to ascend.

As if commanded by destiny, they both vanished. In a fractured instant, they closed the distance, their blades slicing through the fabric of the world.

As their weapons collided, a colossal shockwave erupted with force that defied scientific measurement. Space shattered like brittle glass, unable to withstand the collision of two such behemoths.

Everything within a seventy-kilometer radius was caught in a chaotic armageddon as their energies consumed the environment, leaving only relentless destruction in their wake.

A massive sinkhole fifty kilometers wide opened up, tearing into the earth, while chasms and tremors ravaged the surrounding territory for another twenty kilometers. The land was permanently scarred by a power beyond mortal understanding.

They were no longer mere fighters; they had become gods in human shells, their existence a contradiction to logic and reason.

The world of Crymora could only mourn, for it was fated to be undone by its own children, whose unchecked conflict threatened to erase the very world they walked upon._____