THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 726: Shadow Sect vs the High Demons (8)

By severing the limb that gripped the Shadowbolt Spear,

Frey disarmed Zibar of his deadliest asset...

an opening that Abraham had no intention of squandering.

Concentrating a colossal amount of energy into his sword, Abraham unleashed a projectile-like thrust straight into the demon’s chest.

Zibar attempted a desperate parry with Katarina’s Sword—

but his efforts were futile.

The impact gouged a massive hollow into his torso and hurled him backward,

leaving a trail of devastation across the field of battle.

Stepping back slightly, Abraham tightened his hold on his weapon.

"That alone won’t kill him..."

"Father!"

Frey moved to support him instantly, but Abraham gestured sharply toward the fallen, severed arm.

"Don’t let him reclaim the spear!"

Sensing the gravity in his father’s command,

Frey did not hesitate to heed the warning.

He pulverized Zibar’s arm in an instant and seized the Shadowbolt Spear with his remaining hand.

The moment his fingers closed around it...

the spear surged with violent darkness, channeling an eerie power into Frey.

His eyes began to shimmer...

as an alien sensation flooded his consciousness...

It felt as though an ancient link existed...

a connection binding him to this weapon,

predating memory and defying all logic.

However, Zibar’s aura flared once more, pulling Frey back to the present.

The demon appeared truly cornered now...

igniting the final remnants of his power just to remain standing.

Frey had not witnessed Zibar in such a wretched state since the day Nameless took control of his body to duel his replica in the past.

"Frey... son—don’t lose focus.

This is our chance!"

Abraham lunged forward, signaling for Frey to join the assault.

"Together... we kill him here!"

Those words echoed deeply within Frey’s mind.

Kill...

Slay a Tenth-Rank High Demon.

If anyone else had uttered those words,

it would have been dismissed as insanity...

for no one had brought down one of the Ten in millennia.

Yet Abraham was poised to shatter that record...

with his son fighting at his side.

Frey’s blood seethed with escalating power...

his physical form was spent, his strength shifting chaotically...

Nevertheless, he followed Abraham with everything he had.

"Let’s finish this!!"

In that instant, Zibar watched two erupting auras blast toward him...

One was a radiant, searing white.

The other was a dark, consuming black.

Zibar mustered his final reserves, struggling to resist.

He even tried to summon the spear back to his side...

but the weapon no longer answered his call.

Not after it had fallen into Frey’s grasp.

"Damn it!!!"

He let out a roar, swinging Katarina’s blade in a wild arc...

but Abraham intercepted the blow,

while Frey plunged Dark Sister into his flesh with savage precision.

Following Frey’s strike... Abraham attacked again, hacking into demonic sinew.

Zibar tried to strike back...

Frey deflected.

Abraham stabbed.

Again...

and again...

and again...

The two Starlights bombarded him from every direction faster than the eye could follow.

Trapped beneath that relentless onslaught,

Zibar could find no room to defend or even draw breath.

"Demon vitality is high... we need to hit him with something bigger if we want to end this!!"

Abraham barked... and Frey signaled his agreement.

Both warriors intensified their fury.

With every passing heartbeat, more gashes were carved into Zibar’s frame.

Starlight Aura.

Black-Hole Aura.

Both tore through him without pause...

nullifying his regeneration and preventing any recovery.

Slaaash!!!

Before he could even register the pain... Zibar’s right leg was lopped off by Frey.

As he stumbled... Abraham sliced across his eyes, extinguishing his sight.

Zibar was plunged into total darkness...

caught between the two monsters of the Starlight lineage.

In his final seconds, his mind spun...

frantically seeking a way to escape.

But regardless of his thoughts...

no matter how he pleaded...

Life was abandoning him entirely.

"I... I am one of the Ten High-Rank Demons...

One of the most noble and supreme beings in existence!!

I cannot die!! I must not die!!!"

He shrieked with all his might...

but was cut short instantly

as Abraham tore through his throat with a single, pitiless stroke.

"The world has endured your filth for far too long, Demon of the Tenth Rank."

After brutally dismantling his physical form...

Abraham and Frey readied themselves for the finishing blow.

Speech was unnecessary.

A solitary glance was shared...

each understanding the other’s intent perfectly.

Simultaneously, the two poured every remaining drop of their power into one final, definitive strike.

"Stardust – Abraham Starlight Style: Star of Purification!"

"Ten Thousand Steps of Shadow — Frey Starlight Style: Nameless Judgement!"

For a fleeting, surreal moment, it seemed as if time itself had ground to a halt, frozen by the apocalyptic force directed at Zibar.

A surging tide of stellar aura, merged with the gluttonous dark of the Black Hole Aura, struck as one...

a combined execution that fractured space and erased Zibar’s very existence.

The only remnant was his piercing scream...

and even that withered away—slowly and agonizingly—

as the final speck of his soul shattered into nothingness, incinerated by starfire and swallowed by the void.

And so...

by the swords of father and son...

the Tenth High-Rank Demon fell.

A flame extinguished.

An entity erased so thoroughly that not even cinders remained.

Abraham and Frey stood motionless, weapons still raised, their minds reeling from the magnitude of their achievement.

"...we... actually did it..." Frey murmured.

"We killed one of the Ten High Demons."

Not a mere clone.

Not a shadow projection.

The true entity.

A feat no living soul had accomplished... not in thousands of years.

Then, a phenomenon occurred...

something that drew their gaze skyward immediately.

A strange, ashen spirit began to ascend, manifesting from the scant remains of Zibar.

Frey watched it... recognizing the power instantly.

"...The Soul of Reincarnation."

The world-altering ability that Zibar once wielded.

With his death, that power was returning to its original master...

Agaroth, the Demon King.

"We really... did it," Frey exhaled, struck by awe.

But without warning, Frey’s heart gave a violent spasm...

a wave of intense agony tore through his frame, forcing him to his knees.

"Frey?!"

Abraham scrambled toward his son, terror etched on his face as Frey shook violently in his arms. A muffled cry of torment escaped him while a dark, mist-like aura burst from beneath his skin.

"What is happening?"

Abraham could not comprehend the sight... nor the mysterious power ravaging his son’s body.

But Frey understood.

Zibar was gone...

and with his demise, another locked seal of Frey’s power had been violently triggered.

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His power surged once more...

but this time, the evolution felt like a curse, searing through his soul like liquid fire. Frey bit his lip so fiercely that blood began to flow.