THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 810 The Devouring of Death (1)

Midway through the fierce battle, Frey's breakthrough to the second stage of SSS rank turned the entire fight into a horrifying nightmare.

Thanatos had long sensed that his enemy wielded a bizarre power—one enabling endless adaptation and evolution right in the heat of combat.

From this insight, only one thought struck him.

"I have to kill him before he reaches a level of power that could allow him to bring me down!!"

The clash had evolved into a frantic race against the clock.

Thanatos, the incarnation of death itself, now sensed real peril closing in.

What had been a battle firmly in his control started slipping into unpredictable chaos.

Channeling his utmost strength, he launched himself at Frey amid a massive eruption of azure flames enveloping his form.

Frey met the ferocious charge head-on, drawing forth the maximum surge of black lightning aura from the Shadowbolt Spear.

High in the skies, they smashed together, obliterating each other's assaults with relentless ferocity.

Their strikes moved with such ludicrous speed that the firmament itself trembled violently.

Weapons collided from every possible angle, every nook...

Everywhere.

Thanatos unleashed six scythes, each ripping enormous arcs of aura through the atmosphere.

He conjured scores of bony limbs clutching enormous blazing swords and fired endless barrages of blazing aura blasts to consume his foe in flames.

He threw everything into the fray.

His most devastating techniques.

Assaulting from all conceivable directions.

On his order, the vast sea of blue fire roared skyward—then exploded straight into Frey's face.

Yet Frey parried with uncanny accuracy and might.

The Eyes of the Void perceived it all.

They blazed a trail for him amid the ruin.

With Dark Sister in hand, he repeatedly invoked Nameless Judgement fearlessly, spared depletion by his distinctive aura circulation.

Black lightning repulsed the blue fire ocean, slamming it into the gigantic skulls and shattering them.

He accomplished all this while nimbly dodging Thanatos' scythes and clashing up close with superb skill.

Bolstered by the Absolute Manipulator's might, his body could now fully match Thanatos after the aura explosion from entering the second stage.

This was combat forged in the depths of hell.

Dark arcs ravaged oceans of blue inferno.

Occasionally, one warrior blasted the other across vast distances—only for both to rebound instantly and dive back in.

The whole continent erupted repeatedly, as if struck by countless nuclear detonations.

The ground morphed into a fiery abyss.

The heavens twisted into a furious lightning maelstrom.

Elemental disasters raged against each other, both forces battling for supremacy.

Then...

After minutes of fighting that dragged like endless years...

Minutes where they traded hundreds of thousands of strikes—

A peculiar ache started coursing through Frey's frame.

His limbs grew rigid.

His motions slowed noticeably.

In stark contrast to his foe, whose velocity hadn't diminished one bit.

Even with Frey's staggering power leap, Thanatos maintained his edge.

However, bereft of his Soul of Death, Thanatos couldn't deliver one-hit kills potent enough to end Frey outright.

Every normal blow got repelled.

Meaning the evolution pressed on.

And The Pursuer relentlessly drove Frey ahead.

Stalemate gripped the duel.

Then, in a chilling instant amid the clash's dying moments—

Thanatos shattered Frey's guard.

A scythe swept at Frey's throat.

Its edge sliced halfway through—

Almost cleaving his head clean off.

Frey halted the cut by seizing the scythe's blade and unleashing peak aura—a blend of Black Hole Aura and Soulfire.

Thanatos offered no respite for healing.

The very next moment, another scythe slashed out, lopping off Frey's arm while aiming for the kill.

But in the last instant, Frey's form erupted in flames...

Bizarre violet glows cracking across his flesh.

"Ignition."

BOOOOOOOOM!!!

Activating his nuclear blast skill, Frey unleashed a colossal Black Hole Aura detonation right into Thanatos' visage, hurling him back hundreds of meters.

A gigantic pillar of shadowy aura stabbed through the clouds.

At its heart, Frey regrew his severed arm and mended the gash on his neck.

Then gradually...

His eyes drifted shut.

The dark aura shaft kept swelling, forcing Thanatos even farther back.

Precisely then—

A shadow cocoon exploded outward, engulfing Frey entirely.

An enormous cocoon.

Its appearance drained all color from Thanatos' face, leaving it ashen.

"He… is breaking through again?!"

Thanatos ground his teeth, clutching his scythe until it almost cracked.

"Soul Cleaver!!"

With a bellow, he swung his scythe.

A massive Grim Reaper appeared right behind him.

An enormous skeleton, its scale matching that of the whole empire.

The bony behemoth donned a shadowy, billowing cloak.

Deep blue fires blazed in its eye sockets while it lifted a scythe enormous enough to blanket the entire sky.

In a wild, savage arc—

The Reaper slashed its scythe toward the cocoon, intent on obliterating it and everything inside with one devastating blow.

The edge ripped apart space without mercy.

It cleaved the skies apart...

Until the cocoon lay in its path.

And then it hit.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!

The collision unleashed utter devastation.

Shock widened Thanatos's eyes at the unbelievable sight.

His scythe refused to press onward.

It halted right at the cocoon...

As if slamming into unbreakable metal that utterly deflected it.

The cocoon burst open.

Revealing at last the man hidden inside.

Tiny and utterly puny next to the towering scythe overhead—a blade that could engulf millions like him.

Yet still…

That tiny, puny figure halted the scythe's momentum using only his bare hand.

Frey's form had transformed this time.

He looked deathly pale.

His skin drained of nearly all color, his hair shifting to ashen gray instead of pure white.

Then his eyes snapped open.

A bizarre white glow emanated from them.

"The third stage of the SSS rank… Origin Revelation."

From the shadows, Nameless murmured in hushed awe at the spectacle.

The Pursuer had pushed Frey to advance into the third stage.

Origin Revelation stood as a singular stage.

The sole one varying by race... unleashing a being's innate power tied to their species.

Entering it, Frey ought to have unlocked humanity's complete essence, claiming the edge unique to his kind.

Yet what stunned Nameless…

Lay in Frey skipping humanity's trait entirely.

Instead—

He unlocked something wholly alien.

"This… is the Origin Revelation of Krat."

That ghostly pallor.

That chillingly serene presence.

Frey's transformation was total.

He now mirrored the Children of Krat, a long-extinct race from millennia past.

Nameless stood frozen in disbelief.

Even as Frey served as his vessel…

He remained human-born, from human parents.

"How could he awaken the trait of a race that is not his own?"

Nameless failed to grasp the mystery.

But ultimately, it held no importance.

For the first time in this grueling fight…

Frey seized the advantage.

Thanatos struck once more.

Frey parried flawlessly.

Black Hole Aura erupted around his sword.

He surged with speed beyond his previous limits—

Power doubled in might.

His motions achieved perfection.

Mechanical, not alive.

Each blow landed with horrifying accuracy.

No motion went to waste in his onslaught.

The Eyes of the Void blazed brighter than before.

Through them, countless more paths unfolded for Frey...

So vast they evoked shards of destiny ahead.