My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger Chapter 1006 - 1008: The Battle For The Coil

Only that mark prevented this frail body from ripping itself to pieces. The greater the power he pulled, the more the flesh tore and crumbled, with the phoenix emblem restoring it in the same instant.

"I spared you earlier because my god desires you alive. Do not provoke me, worm."

"Coming from your tiny form, is that meant to scare me?"

The Ouroboros Coil.

"Brace yourself. I believe I understand his plan." A short pause followed. His voice grew grave. "Cut loose your sanity and unleash the form from our previous battle—that's your shot at victory."

He planned to go all out, yet he wasn't reckless enough to shed his crown while Ashcroft lurked in his thoughts. Doing so would let Ashcroft overpower him and seize control. He refused to make that mistake.

Ravenous remained a viable choice.

Damon lifted his hand and murmured softly.

His fifth class aura exploded outward. Shadows surged into the chamber like ink diffusing in water. They slithered over walls, ceiling, and floor, engulfing the space in a choking domain.

He snapped his fingers.

"Hmm. Quite the formidable domain. Pity it's so immature."

Darkness gushed from his palm. The girl's form melted into a silhouette composed purely of writhing shadows.

They smashed together.

Boom.

Damon and Ittorath collided repeatedly. Every strike split the air with thunderous roars. Blood dripped from Damon's lips. Tiny cracks spiderwebbed over Ittorath's shadowy frame.

Thought was unnecessary for her.

Her legs glided through the shadows as she dashed toward the Ouroboros Coil. Nearing it, ebony tentacles burst up from the earth.

"Where do you think you're headed."

She lunged at the coil.

Suddenly, an unseen force dragged her back with brutal force.

Blood erupted from her mouth.

Ittorath spun around, stretched back, and seized the Ouroboros Coil.

Terror drained the color from Damon's features as Ittorath hoisted the child's body and pulverized it within his grip.

Bones cracked and splintered.

Ittorath started his incantation.

He comprehended all tongues. He had forever grasped every tongue.

This marked existence's utter collapse.

Ittorath uttered words predating language itself. Utterances foreign to the natural order.

The world quaked.

Ittorath thrust the seal skyward.

A mirror image emerged. Another realm overlaid the original, concealed right before their eyes. Inside, Damon beheld chained figures, bound and glaring down with ravenous gazes.

Some resembled humans. Others belonged to different races. Some defied understanding, utterly alien. Their auras warred against each other. Divine. Demonic. Hybrids of both. Others were sheer monstrosities that warped the mind upon sight.

Everyone felt it.

Paimon stood drenched in blood belonging to another. Opposite her, Seras staggered, riddled with injuries from head to foot, her blade radiating golden fire.

She had attained the seventh class breakthrough.

"The Outsiders," Paimon murmured, eyes fixed on Ittorath's horrific shape.

Seras refused to yield.

Paimon disregarded her and rocketed skyward at Ittorath. She extended her palm and commenced chanting.

Ittorath swept his hand.

Paimon gritted her teeth and pivoted toward Seras.