THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 720: Shadow Sect vs the High Demons (2)

"At last!"

The grin on Zibar’s face grew wider as the result he had been chasing for so long finally manifested.

Frey Starlight had showcased power far exceeding their estimations, yet despite that sudden hurdle... both he and the animated corpse of Abraham had managed to achieve their primary objective.

The Engineer known as German had finally stepped onto the field of battle after lurking in the shadows for so long.

There he stood... perched atop the edge of the crater, staring down at them with frigid blue eyes.

As Zibar locked eyes with the man, a subtle flicker of anxiety rose in his chest—a reflex he couldn't quite suppress.

Having lived through the era when German was at his zenith, he recalled with vivid clarity the sheer terror the man was capable of unleashing.

However, Zibar quickly regained his composure. He tightened his hold on Frey’s unconscious form with one hand, his other still buried deep within the boy's chest.

The German standing before them now was merely a ghost of his former self.

His physical vessel had endured far more devastation than any other member of the Nameless Sect; he had been laboring over a specific Cultivation plan for hundreds—perhaps thousands—of years.

He was no longer capable of a sustained fight. Eliminating him would be simple.

Even if the three of them proved insufficient... Zibar had no cause for alarm, and the reason for his confidence manifested immediately.

The sky grew dim as a foul, ink-like substance began to coagulate in the air, swirling together to herald the arrival of another wretched demon.

German shifted his gaze away from Zibar and Abraham, looking instead toward the adversary he knew had been lying in wait.

Moments later, that mass of corruption solidified into the shape of Wesker, who stepped onto the battlefield with a hideous smirk stretched across his features.

"A pleasure to see you again... dog of the Nameless Sect."

Wesker offered a greeting in his characteristically twisted manner, hovering casually above the massive crater left behind by the clash between Frey Starlight, Zibar, and Abraham.

"You cannot conceive how taxing it was to flush you out after all this time. Your talent for concealment is remarkable... so much so that even with the King’s Eye, your location eluded me. You deserve a bit of pride for that."

Wesker was being sincere. Throughout his entire duration on Earth, he had never once successfully tracked German.

The blue-eyed man was a master of evasion, constantly sabotaging Wesker's schemes and dismantling his plots without ever revealing his presence.

German finally showed himself fully... and a tiny, knowing smile touched the corners of his lips as he looked at the demon.

"Keep your flattery. I have no use for the praise of a demon."

As he spoke, German cast aside the tattered black cloak he had worn for ages.

At that sight, Wesker’s smile broadened.

"Oh? What have we here? Should I assume you intend to engage us? In that shattered husk of a body? Hehehe..."

He sneered, his gaze scanning every fissure and crack marring German’s vessel.

The Engineer had once been the masterwork of the Nameless Sect...

The absolute peak of mastery over the laws governing life and death.

This current body of German's had been forged to be a perfect replica of his original self...

Superior, even.

But the passage of time had been brutal.

Only the leader of the Sect himself could mend that vessel, as no other Elder possessed the necessary authority over the law of life.

The possession of that specific law was the only reason their physical forms functioned at all.

German remained silent, prompting Wesker to drift closer.

"You are well aware that you have no hope here, follower of the Nameless... at least not with your own meager strength."

Wesker’s King’s Eye shone with a predatory light.

He had predicted German would appear the moment they threatened to drag Frey to Hellmond—a realm completely beyond German’s reach. He had been forced to step out.

However, Wesker had truly expected German to arrive with reinforcements.

The Shadow Sect had decimated humanity... surely some of their elite, like Adir, would be in attendance.

Yet German had arrived entirely alone.

This was the detail that confused Wesker.

German was far from a fool.

He had proven time and again that he could match Wesker’s strategic mind move for move.

Knowing the man must have a hidden gambit, Wesker decided to force his hand by striking first.

"You are isolated this time, follower of the Nameless. Even the human you once leaned on has turned into your foe. Tell me... what is your next move?"

Wesker closed the distance while Zibar and Abraham moved forward in unison...

Zibar still held Frey’s broken, bloody body in his grip.

Nearby, Gepetto was retreating, dragging Ada along.

He was unable to touch her directly due to the peculiar barrier shielding her, so he was forced to transport her by weaving a massive net of Qi-infused aura around the entire sphere.

Ada was on the verge of losing consciousness, blood pouring from a gash on her forehead...

But it was the vacant, shattered expression in her eyes that was most striking...

After watching her father and brother engage in a lethal struggle.

After seeing Frey defeated...

After witnessing him being brutalized by the circle of enemies surrounding them...

German had finally arrived.

But standing alone, he appeared insignificant against their collective, overwhelming power.

Wesker did not hesitate.

He gathered a massive torrent of dark aura and hurled it at German with lethal velocity.

The strike was catastrophic, backed by the full weight of Wesker’s power.

The beam reached its target in an instant...

But then, inexplicably...

The darkness shattered into fragments, dissolving into the air before it could even graze German.

Both Wesker and Zibar narrowed their eyes in suspicion.

They could not comprehend what technique German had used, or how he had managed to nullify the strike so easily.

"So, you still possess enough Qi for a decent struggle, it seems."

Wesker remarked, his body beginning to pulsate with an incredibly thick aura of shadow.

On the flank, Zibar prepared to launch his own assault.

"Be cautious, follower of the Nameless," Zibar cautioned, hoisting Frey’s limp, blood-stained body high so German could see the boy clearly.

"Your precious little student is in my grasp."

"You truly are heartless, aren't you? Letting him struggle to his breaking point, only to appear at the very end to scavenge the remains of his effort. It makes me wonder... who is the master and who is the tool in this relationship?"

"It is quite a tangled web you two have woven... wouldn't you say?

Tell me, Frey~"

Zibar hissed the words into Frey’s ear as the boy hung there, barely clinging to life.

With a monumental effort, Frey cracked his eyelids just enough to see German standing in the distance.

He was still battling the agonizing waves of pain that threatened to drown him...

Yet even so, he maintained enough presence of mind to grasp the gravity of the moment and fix his gaze upon German.