The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 1336: Damage

A sudden glimmer of light pierced through the heavy, swirling clouds of dust, revealing a fragile shape guarded by a thin, grey veil of Yuan Qi. He was a gruesome sight, missing a leg, with only half a torso, one arm, and half a skull remaining. Despite his horrific condition, everyone present recognized the figure immediately. It was the Heavenly Sovereign.

Ugh, facing such overwhelming might wasn't quite my intention when I set out to decimate all of you, he grumbled, his body wobbling as he struggled to maintain his form. Still, a quick reset will handle this easily, ha-ha-ha!

His boastful laughter was cut short. In a fleeting heartbeat, his decimated body was fully restored. Yet, he remained visibly pained, unable to fully purge the lingering impact of the sacred beasts black thunderflame.

Zhuo Fan observed the Heavenly Sovereign with a sharp, calculated gaze, his mind racing. He simply had to find a way to make the annihilation absolute. The Heavenly Sovereign appeared drained, and a quick survey revealed that his own allies were equally spent; the toll of such a grueling, protracted conflict was evident on their faces. Nerves were frayed, and every player in this deadly dance knew that a single blunder could lead to their demise. While Zhuo Fan had to remain incredibly cautious, his opponent possessed the cheat of a reset, turning the struggle into a relentless war of attrition that heavily favored the enemy.

What shocked them most was the dire state of Elder Song. He was struggling just to remain upright, gasping for breath as if he had run for leagues.

[He always warned that his path exacted a heavy toll, but this is far worse than I anticipated.] Zhuo Fan frowned.

He needed the old man to rally for one final, decisive strike if they were to have any hope of ending this.

Damn it all! What exactly did you do to me? The Heavenly Sovereign suddenly bellowed, causing the others to recoil and brace themselves for a counter-attack.

Zhuo Fan squinted, studying the shivering figure intently. The Heavenly Sovereign coughed up dark, viscous blood, his aura inexplicably flickering and weakening.

Is his reset failing him? Zhuo Fan mused internally.

Do not mock me, Zhuo Fan! You definitely did something intentional! Why else would the reincarnation path fail to undo all this damage? It feels as if my very soul is being shredded, argh! The Heavenly Sovereign shrieked in a blend of madness and terror, clearly unnerved by the breakdown of his own powers. He knew with certainty that Zhuo Fans final maneuver had sabotaged his signature ability.

Zhuo Fan grinned, realizing victory was suddenly within reach. Since the Heavenly Sovereign was blind to the true nature of his predicament, they could wear him down strike by strike until he reached his breaking point. Every reset would only deepen the decay of his soul. [The tides have shifted.]

How much longer can you keep this up? Zhuo Fan asked, turning to Elder Song. The entire battle rested on the shoulders of the elderly alchemist.

At most, two or three more times. Elder Song panted, his chest heaving after just that one display of his Heavenly Eye, which had completely sapped his vitality. This was precisely why he avoided taxing his Sovereign power, as it was destined to be his undoing.

He had actually found more purpose in the simple art of alchemy and the joy of mentoring his disciple—a connection he had neglected for decades during his singular obsession with cultivation before reaching the Sacred Domain.

Now is our chance! Strike while he is confused and reeling! Zhuo Fan signaled. He ordered the sacred beasts to unleash the black thunderflame once more, while he and the Sovereigns unleashed a volley of diverse, potent techniques.

As the black thunderflame descended upon the writhing, blood-stained form of the Heavenly Sovereign, his thrashing suddenly ceased. He glared at the incoming onslaught with frigid eyes, employing the ethereal movement technique he had stolen from the Child Sovereigns path to dodge the attack with ease.

When Zhuo Fan attempted the finishing blow, using his Demon Transformation Art to synthesize the Sovereigns power into one, the Heavenly Sovereign simply flickered away. He watched with a smirk as the attack slammed into the encroaching void, merely accelerating the expansion of the darkness.

The Heavenly Sovereigns eyes narrowed; he realized this was the very thing that had shattered his essence even through the reset. He locked his gaze onto them, radiating a bone-chilling bloodlust.

Blast it! Zhuo Fan cursed under his breath. He had been too eager for victory, failing to see that the Heavenly Sovereign might have been feigning weakness to bait them.

He needed a new strategy, and looking at the increasingly withered Elder Song, he knew time was running out. [I hoped to avoid this course of action.]

Zhuo Fan zipped toward the other Sovereigns, gesturing for them to huddle together.

The Heavenly Sovereign refused to give them a moment's reprieve, surging forward with a Void Annihilation blast.

Kunpeng, stall him at all costs! Zhuo Fan commanded, needing the space to finalize his plan.

The sacred beasts obeyed Kunpengs orders, hurling another black thunderflame at the incoming strike while creating a defensive barrier. As the two forces collided, the space between them dissolved into ruin and decay, with embers of dark fire consuming everything in their path, even as the Void Annihilation continued to push toward the beasts.

The sacred beasts were forced to revert to their true, colossal forms to withstand the pressure. The collision sent them hurtling across the expanse, creating massive craters in the earth, some of which quickly filled with their own pooling lifeblood.

Fine, but I demand you return it to me once this is finished! Elder Song grumbled in protest after hearing Zhuo Fans plan, yet he surrendered the resource. He watched in horror as the sacred beasts were brutalized, teetering on the edge of death.