THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 725: Shadow Sect vs the High Demons (7)

"A spear that governs the heavens' lightning..."

Abraham whispered the words under his breath.

Zibar, however, granted him no reprieve for observation.

With a sudden, violent jerk, he launched the weapon.

It tore through the air in the blink of an eye, vibrating with the destructive essence of Shadow-Lightning.

Abraham barely managed to twist away, his instincts preserving his life by a hair’s breadth.

He prepared to lunge forward...

but he froze as a malevolent energy erupted behind him.

The spear had buried itself into the earth instead.

What followed was absolute devastation.

A tempest of black destruction exploded outward, turning everything within its radius to vapor.

Although Abraham avoided the epicenter, even the outer reaches of the blast were lethal.

Tendrils of lightning latched onto his flesh, slithering across him like shadowy snakes and searing deep into his body.

With a dark expression, his fist tightened. His Aura of the Star surged, forcefully blowing the clinging lightning away.

On the far side of the crater, Zibar extended his palm, and the spear manifested back in his grip instantly.

Another bolt of dark electricity struck the weapon, recharging it with lethal intent.

"If the choice were mine...

I would never have drawn this spear."

Zibar spoke his declaration as he prepared another throw.

"Wielding it demands a toll that I must eventually settle. But you have backed me into a corner."

Once again, the Shadowbolt Spear sliced through the atmosphere.

Abraham dodged the projectile, closing the gap between them with supernatural speed...

but Zibar did not flinch or retreat.

He met the charge head-on, gripping Katarina in his other hand.

The two titans collided.

A celestial star of light crashed into a hurricane of darkness.

"I anticipated your reckless charge... and now I will prove why it was a fatal mistake."

Zibar hissed, the spear reforming in his hand at point-blank range.

This time, there was no space to evade.

The spear detonated right in Abraham’s face...

and it felt as if the heavens themselves had collapsed.

A massive pillar of lightning thundered down from the sky, wiping out everything in its path.

Even Zibar was thrown back, his skin scorched by the overflow of his own technique.

Abraham, however, had been at the very center of the annihilation.

The lightning flickered and roared for a long, brutal duration before finally dissipating.

Sensing a flicker of life, Zibar turned his head.

Standing at a distance was Abraham, his body battered and his skin blackened where the lightning had gnawed at him.

He was still breathing.

He was still standing tall.

His eyes locked onto the cursed weapon.

"That is no common artifact."

"You are right."

Zibar replied, readying himself for another strike.

"The Shadowbolt Spear... a weapon as damned as its master."

His tone grew heavy with history.

"This spear was once the pride of Nameless himself."

It was one of the forbidden relics seized by Agaroth after his ancient victory over Nameless, now resting in Zibar’s grasp.

"With my current Cultivation, I can barely manage a few throws... and each one leaves a permanent scar upon my soul.

I wonder how that monster could use it without end, suffering no backlash at all..."

Unlike that ancient entity, Zibar was struggling to contain the spear's power.

Six or seven attempts would leave him permanently crippled.

"The last time I invoked its power, my arm remained paralyzed for centuries. My Dantian and aura suffered for an age. Yet, I am forced to wield it once more. Such is the cost of staying alive."

With a frenzied, wide grin...

he launched the spear again.

Reality seemed to fray as the weapon traveled, and Abraham realized the truth:

If this continued, his endurance would eventually fail.

"I must either drain his energy...

or end him before he can throw it again."

Those were his only options.

In a heartbeat, he manifested his own counter-weapon.

A spear of concentrated radiance, forged through the power of the Absolute Manipulator.

He threw it with all his might.

Light Spear against Shadowbolt Spear.

The impact created a roar that shook the very foundations of the land.

While Zibar’s spear possessed superior strength...

Abraham’s attack was enough to divert its momentum.

It bought him the opening to dodge without taking damage.

He sprinted forward once more.

Zibar recalled the spear instantly—Katarina in his left, the Shadowbolt Spear in his right.

Both warriors charged toward one another.

Neither showed a hint of hesitation.

The upcoming exchange would determine the victor.

They were on the verge of a total collision, both betting their lives on a single killing blow.

Zibar lunged with his spear, while Abraham prepared to tank the hit and retaliate with his most potent technique.

Abraham was confident he could slay Zibar and finish the fight...

but he also knew that the spear’s impact would leave him with horrific wounds.

It was a price he was willing to pay to eliminate one of the most powerful demons in the world.

In the final milliseconds before they met, thoughts raced through their minds as time seemed to slow to a crawl.

"I can see your strategy, Abraham Starlight...

but you won't be able to withstand the Shadowbolt Spear this time."

The demon’s eyes flared with an eerie light...

and the spear began to pulse with a terrifying, newfound intensity.

This was Zibar’s ultimate gamble.

This strike held far more power than any previous throw.

"The Shadowbolt Spear can consume aura without limit.

Its lethality can be boosted infinitely by feeding it one's maximum output.

I purposefully suppressed its true potential until this very moment..."

At this range, Abraham had no way to pull back.

The spear’s current output was at least four times greater than before.

Zibar had funneled his entire existence into this one thrust.

Even for someone as strong as Abraham...

a direct hit would be certain death.

"This marks your end, Abraham Starlight!!"

Zibar bellowed, putting every ounce of his strength into the thrust.

Abraham, however, did not waver as he prepared to meet the attack.

The way he braced his body...

the way his aura circulated through his Meridians...

it was clear he had anticipated Zibar’s trump card.

His battle intuition was far beyond the realm of mortals.

"Mark my words—I will stop this,

and then I will end you!"

Until the final second...

both fought with everything they possessed to gain the advantage.

And it appeared...

that Abraham was the one with the edge.

But in a flash, the situation shifted entirely.

Both men’s eyes widened as a sudden distortion appeared in the space between them.

A third party had teleported directly into the line of fire—

standing right between the two combatants.

It was...

"Frey!"

They both recognized the newcomer instantly.

It was Frey Starlight.

Slaaash!!!

With a single, lightning-fast swing imbued with the crushing weight of Black-Hole Aura...

Frey’s sword carved through Zibar’s arm, severing it cleanly in one motion.

The overwhelming power Frey displayed left both of them paralyzed with shock.

Though they had encountered him before,

his strength had clearly reached a terrifying new level.