THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 760: A Battlefield Unfit for Mortals (1)

The confrontation intended to eradicate Gehrman and the Shadow Sect was now approaching its climactic conclusion.

From an elaborate ambush that was meticulously planned, the fight evolved into a stunning, balanced showdown... one that defied all forecasts. Wesker went down quickly, totally overwhelmed by Gehrman, who ended their duel with ruthless efficiency.

And now...

Forces from Helmond had stepped in from outside, trying to tip the scales and wrap up the fight.

Nevertheless, the Shadow Sect held strong—resisting right up to the last moment.

A clash of such immense scale and intensity outstripped any event in human history.

The total annihilation of the moon.

The massive quake that ravaged the Southern Continent before.

And this very war raging across the Empire's territories now...

Numerous factions watched the struggle from a distance... but no one risked getting involved.

Meddling would spell instant doom.

One could say that every creature on Earth was glued to this unfolding drama... eager to discover how it would resolve.

Yet the cost was merciless.

Just the fallout from earlier skirmishes had wiped out thousands of Empire residents—innocents who didn't even get a moment to respond.

It served as a harsh lesson that, in this realm, strength alone determined value.

The mighty survived.

The frail perished... forgotten and without tears.

As the whole world observed from safety...

Frey Starlight kept trading fierce blows with Amon, holding firm against his assaults.

After a drawn-out series of strikes, the duel started to stalemate.

Amon doggedly held back his world-breaking power until the absolute last second.

Even with six stacked world-breaking abilities at his disposal, Frey Starlight couldn't put him down for good.

Those powers granted Frey the edge in nearly every way... but Amon was a true beast.

Following a grueling barrage of attacks, the pair finally halted, both gasping for air.

Frey propped himself on his blade, bent over, vapor rising from his lips in the chill.

His form was still cloaked in violet Soulfire, blazing intensely over various sections—though his complexion had gone ashen.

Slender streaks of blood trickled from under his eyes, the price of pushing Void too far.

That fearsome power acted like heightened intuition... letting Frey spot and dodge every assault Amon threw.

But Frey's frame didn't always match the pace of his vision.

And in those lapses... the fiend connected.

During such instances, Frey drew on his freakish healing to contain the harm—

—though those instances grew more common by the minute.

Across from him, Amon let out a heavy breath too, grinning steadily at his foe.

In their recent flurry, he'd taken serious hits from Frey's weapon.

Still, his demonic essence let him shrug off and absorb agony better than almost any creature.

It was clear... he was far from worn out.

Frey seemed able to last quite a while with the Souls' might... but truthfully, the heavy load from firing off all those powers at once was wearing him down.

"Nameless’ vessel..."

Amon eased his limbs as a shroud of dark Aura enveloped him.

"This fight has gone on too long. I think it's time to wrap it up."

Then—moving faster than light could travel...

Amon charged at Frey with his Flash Strike.

Thanks to Void, Frey sidestepped the blow, yet Amon kept the assault relentless.

"Your power is impressive. No matter how fast I ramp up, your gaze follows every move I make."

Amon cracked the earth underfoot while pursuing Frey without mercy.

"And even if I shatter those eyes, they heal right away. The power never fades."

"Really... a frustrating ability."

At those words, Frey stayed composed... though he knew Amon spoke true.

"These eyes let me follow every one of his attacks..." Frey pondered.

"But his pace is horrifying. Quicker than any opponent I've faced."

He kept falling back, using brief teleports to slip past each rush.

"Void does let me sense his Flash Strike... but I get just one shot to dodge each one."

"If I'm off by the tiniest bit... the follow-up Flash Strike slams home."

And that had occurred multiple times already.

"He can fire off thousands of those in a single second."

"Each time, I have to spot it, respond, and teleport... because it's the sole power I have that keeps up with his velocity."

Handling all that at once crushed Frey's thoughts under its weight.

It felt like juggling endless options... and with every tick, Amon multiplied those options, ramping up the strain.

To get around Void, Amon switched up his tactics... striking from fresh angles each go... hunting for an opening, a flaw to pierce.

Like sifting through a sea of pins... to snag the lone one that slipped by.

Amon had pierced it a few times now... but Void snapped shut those paths immediately.

"To beat you..."

Amon stated icily, cranking up the assault.

"I need a hit that you can't recover from."

He struck ceaselessly, forcing Frey into pure defense and dodges—no room for retaliation.

The scariest thing about it...

was how Amon never eased off.

Quite the opposite...

He could wield Flash Strike without limit.

And strike from every angle, without end.

It broke all reason.

But during the fray, Frey's Void Eyes revealed the secret.

And in the same vein...

Gehrman spotted it too, eyeing the bout with keen intensity.

"An Eleventh-Rank Demon..."

Gehrman grumbled darkly.

"When the hell did that scum manage this?"

He glanced around, surveying the field with care.

After concentrating a bit more...

he caught sight of it at last.

"...Right from the start."

"We've been battling him within this setup the whole time."

Encircling Amon, Frey, and the rest...

stood an unseen shield, round like a ring.

Something akin to a domain...

or a method that warped the battlefield's layout entirely.

Amon was fully aware his rivals had pieced it together.

He just didn't mind.

"It's true I have a mighty power bestowed by the King... but that's not my only trick."

"On top of that... I wield my personal world-breaking ability."

Amon's grin stretched further as he bore down harder on Frey.

"The Transparent World... a skill based on the Law of Space.

It's a lesser form of Crimson’s Red World, but still an incredibly potent force."

Amon's punch met Frey’s sword as his aura's force exploded.

"Inside the Transparent World, I can strike from any spot imaginable.

And I have endless aura, as long as my feet stay within its bounds."

The Transparent World proved a dreadfully potent skill... packed with endless edges.