THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 724: Shadow Sect vs the High Demons (6)

BOOOOM!!

Thunderous detonations rocked the war-torn landscape, sending shockwaves through the earth and heavens as Abraham and Zibar collided with savage intensity.

Utilizing his abilities to their absolute breaking point, the Rank Ten High Demon summoned an overwhelming battalion of replicas. Every single one of them lunged at Abraham Starlight with murderous intent.

However, the Star of House Starlight proved to be a terrifying opponent.

Displaying god-like speed and masterful technique, he sliced through the copies one by one while simultaneously engaging the original Zibar in a direct confrontation.

Zibar fought with the desperation of a cornered animal, committing every ounce of his power to the fray.

In the depths of his mind, he was forced to admit a grim reality: Abraham Starlight was a true monster.

He spat curses at Frey, at his own misfortune, and at the very second this duel had commenced.

Zibar had entered this engagement already severely compromised.

The Nameless Judgement previously unleashed by Frey had shattered his ultimate defense—the Katarina Shield—and depleted a massive portion of his internal reserves.

Although Abraham had been caught in that same blast, his physical state was far superior.

Through the Absolute Manipulator ability, his physical form and aura were maintained at their absolute zenith—a luxury Zibar could not claim.

Nevertheless, the realization that his life hung by a thread made Zibar significantly more lethal.

His aura capacity was vast, and his vitality was nothing short of legendary. Each time Abraham’s blades carved through his flesh, Zibar’s wounds closed instantly, his will to survive unyielding.

Within a few heartbeats, the pair traded dozens of strikes, appearing as streaks of radiant white and abyssal shadow clashing like falling stars.

Abraham’s vision operated at supernatural speeds, monitoring every clone that attempted to dismember him.

SLASH!!

His twin swords of starlight tore through demonic skin, dissolving the replicas into sprays of dark ichor.

Yet, occasionally, a clone managed to graze him, leaving glowing fissures of aura across Abraham’s frame.

He annihilated every replica that drew near, but their sheer volume prevented him from achieving total victory.

Even under this suffocating weight of numbers, Abraham analyzed the situation with icy precision.

“He has shifted his form entirely. Now that he feels the cold grip of death, he is holding nothing back...”

BOOOOM!!

A series of aura explosions erupted where Abraham had stood a moment before as numerous Zibar clones fired lethal beams, but he vanished and reappeared elsewhere with ease.

“His total aura reserves exceed mine... but my level of manipulation is vastly superior.”

That was the advantage Abraham possessed, and he was determined to weaponize it.

“He is more resilient than I am. In terms of physical durability... he might be the most difficult demon I have ever encountered.”

Ranked fourth in terms of raw toughness—surpassed only by Agares, Crimson, and Marvas—Zibar’s physique was an impenetrable fortress.

With the Katarina Shield active, he was virtually invincible.

But on this day, that protection was gone.

Abraham’s gaze swept across the field again, cataloging every advantage and every flaw.

A strategy had already formed in his mind.

While continuing to butcher the replicas, he looked down at his own shimmering body.

“This power... it is still unfamiliar. I haven't fully mastered the art of maintaining Ignition indefinitely...”

Despite his internal monologue, he fought with the grace of someone who had wielded this form for decades rather than minutes.

His adaptation was flawless, immediate, and utterly frightening.

“That wretch cannot be allowed to roam free...”

With a guttural roar, Zibar charged, the Katarina sword gripped tightly in his hand.

“He will either return to being our submissive tool... or he will die!”

His blade slammed into Abraham’s starlight edge, sending plumes of crimson sparks and white radiance flying through the air.

Demonic eyes locked onto luminous ones.

Both combatants held a singular goal: the death of the other.

“Victory will not be yours, mortal!”

Aura erupted violently. Zibar leaned into the clash, driving Abraham back inch by inch while their weapons shrieked against each other.

“I have existed for millennia... my might was forged over eons. And you? How could you possibly hope to match that?”

At his command, every remaining clone swarmed forward.

Abraham was trapped, surrounded on all sides with no path for retreat.

And yet...

His composure did not waver.

“You shall have your answer shortly.”

His body began to glow with an intensifying, blinding heat, appearing like a star on the verge of collapse.

The sudden surge of power caused Zibar to flinch with primal dread.

Every replica closed in, tightening the noose exactly as Abraham had planned.

Zibar’s pupils dilated in shock.

Had he walked into this trap on purpose just to draw every clone into range?

The realization came too late.

“What I possess...”

Abraham’s voice grew heavy and resonant.

“...are thirty-five years of defying the tides of fate—the same destiny that sought to destroy me, my son, and my kin.”

His aura turned a blinding, pure white before it finally detonated.

“You view my lifespan as a mere blink of an eye compared to yours. But the strength I forged in those years is something a demon like you could never comprehend.”

His physical form seemed to fracture, light spilling from the cracks.

It was a trait shared by both father and son.

Just as Frey had utilized a nuclear strike—the most powerful concept in his memory—Abraham envisioned the same.

He transformed himself into a detonating star.

A localized supernova consumed Zibar and his entire army of clones.

SSS-Rank Aura burned with purifying, destructive force.

The replicas were vaporized in an instant.

The real Zibar’s skin began to peel away under waves of black fire.

He let out a harrowing scream, funneling every bit of his remaining strength into his sword to meet the star-fire head-on, turning the battlefield into a scene of apocalyptic collision.

For several long minutes, the two powers clashed—light against the void—until the world was swallowed by silence, heat, and rubble.

A massive expanse of the Empire was left as a scorched wasteland.

In the center of the ruin...

Abraham reappeared, his body reforming from threads of pure, brilliant aura.

He stood in the same form he had started with, but finally, even he showed signs of fatigue after such a brutal exchange.

Taking a slow, deep breath, he exhaled and began searching the debris for his foe.

Zibar’s clones had been wiped from existence, leaving nothing behind.

However, the original body still drew breath.

Abraham squinted at Zibar, genuinely impressed by the terrifying resilience of a High-Rank Demon.

“It appears I must exert even more effort if I wish to finish him...”

A fresh sword of light manifested in Abraham’s hand, ready for the next round.

Across from him, Zibar was a gruesome sight, soaked in his own dark blood. His body was fighting to knit itself back together, yet his spirit refused to break.

He pulled himself up once more.

“I am a member of the Ten High Seats... a demon who has brought ruin to this world for ages. I will not fall here... not to a common human.”

Zibar snarled, reaching out with an open palm.

Gradually, a new weapon took shape in the air.

As Abraham focused his sight, the silhouette became clear.

It was a spear.

A twisted, pitch-black spear that oozed a malevolent power.

“So, he still has a final card to play...”

Abraham dropped into a low combat stance.

Zibar pointed the spear toward the heavens...

And the firmament roared in response.

From the darkness above, a massive bolt of black lightning struck down, saturating the spear with the power of the apocalypse.