THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 831 The Shattering (1)

The ground fractured.

Flames were dispersed.

A swift combat transpired within the ocean's former depths.

Now—

An arid expanse.

Neither water nor fire remained, repelled by the immense aura emanating from the two warriors.

Both displayed incredible speed.

However, the advantage was clearly one-sided.

By the face, Frey seized Amon, dragging him along the terrain and gouging a new chasm with sheer force.

Amon’s skin and flesh were ripped away by the friction, shredding violently—

Yet, he persevered.

With an abrupt counter, he struck, forcing Frey’s grip to release.

Frey parried the blow...

And swiftly severed Amon’s limb.

Amon channeled all his might into his remaining hand, delivering a thunderous, instantaneous strike.

Frey met it with the back of the Dark Sister—

But the impact compelled him to a single step back.

This fleeting opportunity allowed Amon to recuperate... And regrow his severed arm.

A miscalculation.

Moments later... A roaring bolt of dark lightning struck him.

His head detonated instantly.

This was the consequence of Frey's Shadow Bolt spear, launched the instant he broke free from the prior exchange.

Amon’s form remained standing—

Decapitated.

A mortal wound.

And still—

It did not collapse.

Blood surged upwards, coalescing into a new head...

Regenerating in a manner disturbingly congruent with Frey’s own.

Amon was just about to finalize the process... When a violent surge of aura slammed into him once more.

Frey plunged him deep into the earth with a devastating Nameless Judgement, obliterating all in its path.

Hovering in the sky, Frey gazed down at the ravaged land below, a subtle frown creasing his brow.

Because that blood...

Was once again coalescing into Amon.

"Again?"

Frey clenched his blade, a tempestuous vortex of aura swirling around it.

"This level of regeneration is not ordinary."

"It borders on a world-altering capability."

"I had assumed that wretch only possessed two..."

"Or perhaps this is the one he concealed until now?"

"No."

The response came from Nameless.

"That is not a world-altering capability."

"It is an inherent trait of his species."

"Much like you inherited the traits of the Krat lineage."

"Being a demon bestowed upon him exceptional regeneration."

"And Maskith amplified it further, rendering it superior to that of common demons."

Upon hearing this, Frey’s eyes narrowed, observing as Amon gradually reappeared on the battlefield.

"How long can he sustain it?"

"Not for much longer."

Nameless’s gaze held a faint luminescence.

"Dispatch him a few more times."

"From my assessment, three or four engagements should suffice."

"Following that, he will be incapable of reforming his body."

Frey gave a silent nod.

placing complete trust in Nameless's deduction.

Yet internally—

A query persisted.

Why was Amon delaying in such a manner?

Why had he not unleashed his so-called world-altering power?

The ability purportedly capable of shifting the tide of any confrontation.

Was he buying time?

Attempting to deplete Frey's energy?

Frey dismissed both hypotheses.

Delaying was futile.

No reinforcements would arrive for Amon.

Maskith was already present—and would have intervened had that been his intent.

As for exhausting Frey—

That was simply inconceivable at this juncture.

Suspended in the air, his form radiated an overwhelming power.

'I now possess a physique and command akin to the Krat lineage… granting me near-flawless mastery over my capabilities.'

'My aura will remain inexhaustible thanks to Nameless's circulatory technique.'

'And my soulfire shall endure eternally, sustained by Thanatos's immortal essence.'

Even if the conflict were to extend for a full day—

Frey felt assured of fighting at peak efficacy without any reduction.

"Then why the hesitation?"

Frey vocalized softly, his gaze fixing upon Amon...

Who had just concluded his regeneration.

Mere seconds thereafter—

Frey’s expression grew grim once more.

He vanished instantaneously... Reappearing directly before his adversary.

Amon had foreseen it this time.

He attacked without delay, employing the Transparent Domain to strike from every angle.

But on this occasion—

He did not unleash a flurry of blows.

Only a select few.

Yet each carried considerably more potency—

Concentrated force.

Fewer impacts.

But vastly more destructive.

And significantly swifter.

'Is this it?'

'Are these strikes intended to be the ultimate weapon he wields… after I have already vanquished him multiple times?'

Frey's thoughts raced at a velocity surpassing any living entity.

The Eyes of the Void flared anew.

Amon escalated the velocity of his assaults dramatically...

Reaching a threshold where even an individual like Gehrman would be rendered incapable of reacting.

But that advanced level—

Proved insufficient.

Insufficient against Frey.

The Eyes of the Void had already foreseen the oncoming assault.

He perceived its intended pathway—

Before Amon had even initiated it.

Channeling an immense quantity of black-hole aura along the periphery of his blade..

With unparalleled accuracy, Frey sliced through each incoming punch, intercepting them swiftly and shattering them into pieces that dispersed around him. He then advanced, his steps measured and deliberate. The very ground he traversed, both before and behind him, suffered devastation, exploding and disintegrating under the intense power unleashed. Yet, the path directly beneath his feet remained pristine, untouched, and unbroken. It was only a matter of time before he confronted Amon. This time, Amon unleashed his full physical might, pouring every ounce of his strength into a single, decisive blow. The impact met the Dark Sister, which Frey raised in defense. For a fleeting instant, their gazes locked, and their formidable auras erupted in a violent clash, a potent struggle of sheer force, a relentless push and pull as each sought to dominate the other. A dark crimson aura wrestled against a star-forged black one. From a distance, their power appeared evenly matched. However, a closer examination revealed the stark difference. Amon trembled uncontrollably, his teeth gritted, blood seeping from the corners of his eyes and mouth. In contrast, Frey stood utterly motionless, unyielding, displaying no hint of distress. Gradually, Frey channeled soul power into his blade, augmenting it with his black hole aura, intensifying the pressure on Amon. Darkness surged forth, the black hole completely engulfing the crimson-red aura. Amon faltered in the clash of forces, his guard shattered as he was violently propelled backward. In that critical moment, he witnessed Frey raising his sword, aiming it directly at him. "Frey Starlight Style: Nameless Judgment." For a fleeting second, Amon saw Frey's face. The next, only darkness. And in the third, all existence ceased. Amon perished. Frey strode forward deliberately, traversing the ravaged battlefield. His black coat billowed in his wake, his blade incandescent with flames. "Had we fought before my confrontation with Thanatos..." he mused, "...you might have stood a chance against me with that level of power. Though, you still would have lost." Frey exhaled softly, turning towards the area where blood had begun to pool once more. "I suppose..." he continued, "...this is how you've been observing me all this time." His gaze remained icy as he fixed it upon Amon, who was laboriously attempting to regenerate. "I must admit..." Amon confessed, his voice strained, "...you are significantly stronger than me right now. Even Agares would struggle to contend with you." A faint, weary smile touched Amon's lips as he finally grasped the truth. Frey, at his current level, possessed the power to vanquish any demon, save for three exceptionally formidable beings. What was truly terrifying was that this immense power stemmed solely from the vessel; Nameless hadn't even asserted control. "...Impressive. Truly." Amon murmured. "Three chances remaining... no. Two." In Frey's grasp, the Shadow Bolt spear materialized from thin air. He paid no heed to Amon's words. "Your time is dwindling, Amon."