THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 834 Beyond Despair (2)

"Could that truly be… the Demon King…?"

Nova Starlight uttered, his voice laced with a tremor.

The sheer sound of it had sent shudders through his very being.

He attempted to refute the idea.

But deep down, he understood—

This was undeniable reality.

The elite combatants from the academies materialized across the ravaged battlefield.

Terror was etched onto every single face.

"That direction… that's where Frey's power signature emanated from earlier…"

"Does that mean…"

"He is confronting the Demon King at this very moment?"

Seris cast a glance toward Selina, standing beside her.

A silent understanding passed between them.

Dawn was in close proximity.

As were Daemon and Phoenix—

Who had trailed the human heroes and the cultivators from the Sects.

All of them remained utterly immobilized.

Yet, a select few… mustered the resolve to act.

Abraham was among them.

He immediately propelled himself forward—

Strengthening toward the source of that profoundly disturbing aura.

Because he knew without a doubt—

Frey was present there.

Fulghor mirrored this action—

Launching himself into the fray, enveloped in an untainted golden radiance.

Snow Lionheart also descended—

Leaving Maskith behind on the battlefield.

The elder made no effort to impede his charge.

He understood… the Lord of Light would not alter the course of events.

No one could.

Kalameet also joined the movement.

All the powerhouses opted to engage in the conflict.

But despite the courage displayed—

An identical sentiment permeated each of them.

Fear.

Intertwined with a profound and inescapable despair.

Meanwhile—

Agaroth's formidable shadow completely engulfed Frey.

Compelling him to confront the harsh reality of his situation.

Clenching his sword with all his might, Frey drew in every particle of the surrounding air.

He took a deep, deliberate breath.

Then exhaled—

A plume of hot vapor escaped his mouth, dispersing like a fine mist.

"If this is my predetermined destiny…"

"…then I shall do as I have always done."

His aura erupted outwards with immense power.

And he charged—

Directly towards the imposing figure of the Demon King.

"I will fight it."

"I will contend with fate itself—"

"Until the very conclusion!"

"That is the spirit I admire."

Agaroth responded with evident enthusiasm… just as Frey's blade descended upon him.

And thus—

The entire world bore witness.

The inaugural conflict , Between Frey Starlight…

And the formidable Demon King, Agaroth.

The sheer force of their collision—

Manifested as a silent, impactful explosion.

Devoid of any audible sound.

As if the very fabric of time had momentarily halted.

Then—

Time violently resumed its flow.

And a deafening roar reverberated throughout the world.

The earth itself fractured… and Frey was violently propelled backward by a single, devastating strike.

He flew onward…

And continued to fly…

Smashing calamitously across the landscape.

His form impacted the vast ocean…

Followed by the solid ground…

Then through dense forests, over majestic mountains, across winding rivers, and spanning barren plains and towering plateaus—

The immense force hurled him across a distance his mind struggled to even grasp.

All Frey could comprehend… was that he had been sent impossibly far.

Until he found himself deposited in a desolate, barren desert.

Utterly devoid of life.

Completely silent.

Nothingness—

Except for Agaroth.

Who was already present.

Casually waiting.

"Do not disappoint me, Frey…"

"Do not let down the ungrateful offspring you brought into existence with your own hands."

Agaroth taunted mockingly—

As he seized Frey by the throat, lifting him effortlessly into the air.

"You are aware that I have no intention of ending your life."

"Therefore, utilize that power you possess."

"Become stronger."

"Time is a finite resource—make the most of it."

"Employ it."

"Your Pursuer ability."

"Chase after me… if you are capable."

Agaroth lightly patted Frey's head…

Before casually swatting him away with overwhelming, dismissive force.

This time—

Frey managed to regain his balance.

He moved with lightning speed.

Attacking without any trace of hesitation.

His eyes turned completely white as his focus narrowed.

His mind became a blank slate.

He finally understood…

The singular method to contend with Agaroth… was to cease all rational thought.

To engage in combat—

Driven purely by primal instinct.

Because any attempt at thinking… would inevitably lead him to realize…

The colossal, insurmountable disparity that existed between them.

From Frey's very being—

An aura resembling a black hole erupted outwards.

Followed closely by Soulfire.

These two potent forces merged… coalescing into that ominous, dark gray energy…

The very same power he had unleashed against Amon.

Agaroth's eyes gleamed with interest upon witnessing this display.

"Combining world-rending abilities…"

"I am genuinely pleased to see you have ascended to this level."

He let out a laugh—

Then extended his hand towards Frey.

"However, attaining this level…"

"…is as effortless as breathing for me."

From his outstretched palm…

Dark flames originating from the Dark Soul intertwined with the abyssal shadows cast by the King's Shadow…

Giving birth to an entirely novel manifestation of power.

Agaroth unleashed this newly formed energy.

The fused power directly confronted Frey's radiating gray energy.

Their opposing forces collided head-on…

A momentous clash involving four world-breaking abilities.

Each combatant wielded two distinct powers.

But what Agaroth proceeded to do next—

Transcend all conceivable limitations.

From seemingly thin air… a crimson aura surged forth.

The formidable power of the Blood Soul.

Alongside it… a dark, gray force materialized.

The potent energy of the Death Soul.

Both of these newly manifested powers seamlessly integrated with the existing ones.

In less than a single second—

Agaroth had masterfully combined four world-breaking abilities as if it were the simplest of tasks.

And completely subjugated Frey…

Swallowing him whole within the overwhelming onslaught.

The Demon King appeared exhilarated by the display—

But halted his assault at the critical final moment.

He retracted his immense power—

After forcefully slamming Frey into the ground and sending him hurtling away once more.

"Damn it… I nearly obliterated him."

Agaroth expelled a breath… then vanished without a trace…

Resuming his pursuit of Frey.

Frey was hurled across the land—his battered form utterly destroyed.

Torn asunder by wounds, blood, and aura alike, for his very being had partially transmuted into aura thanks to the Absolute Manipulator, while the remainder clung to flesh and blood.

Even his aura now bled from the wounds he sustained—wounds that refused to regenerate, wounds that simply would not heal.

Struck by an unimaginable power, Frey felt the agonizing pain with absolute clarity.

And with each passing moment, his despair deepened.

Yet, he endured.

Forcing more aura from his mangled body, he desperately tried to generate the elusive gray energy.

With a ferocious war cry, he lunged at Agaroth, pouring all his might into the strike.

Agaroth, with a casual block of one arm, then retaliated with the other, sending Frey flying once more.

They found themselves in a different locale on Earth, yet the relentless battle continued, for Agaroth always arrived first, preceding Frey's arrival.

Frey unleashed the gray energy again, its intensity amplified. As his body burned, driven to the brink by The Pursuer, Agaroth conjured a shimmering barrier before him.

The barrier absorbed the devastating attack, glowing fiercely before reflecting it back towards Frey, crushing him anew.

The battlefield shifted. Again. And again.

Agaroth was invariably there, waiting.

Frey attacked, and attacked, and attacked.

Each time, the outcome remained the same.

In less than a second, the King would send him hurtling away, altering the landscape with every blow.

And wherever they went, all living things perished instantly.

This was a conflict on an entirely different scale, a level transcending all limits.

09:43

Frey stood utterly alone.

His allies—his father, Fulghor, and the others—could not even reach him.

The sheer speed of his and Agaroth's movements across the planet rendered it impossible.

Worse still, Agaroth deliberately struck them with the periphery of his attacks, keeping them at bay.

With effortless precision, he isolated Frey completely.

This profound isolation pushed Frey to his absolute limit.

The Pursuer propelled him forward with terrifying momentum, his strength escalating with every brutal collision.

Agaroth, intentionally avoiding a swift end, forced Frey to grow, to evolve at an accelerating pace.

It wasn't long before a dark cocoon enveloped Frey's body.

He initiated a breakthrough amidst the chaos of battle, directly before the Demon King who watched with a knowing smile.

Above, Maskith observed the unfolding events, comprehending Agaroth's intricate strategy.

"As expected of him…"

"He never squanders an opportunity."

Maskith closed his eyes, slowly descending.

"He intentionally strengthens his opponent…"

"Reveling in the game…"

"All while shattering his own shackles."

Frey teetered on the precipice of reaching the fourth phase of SSS.

And Agaroth's intent was to push him even further.

"Once a significant portion of his strength is restored…"

"Nameless's influence will diminish enough…"

"For the King to break free…"

Maskith's thoughts narrowed.

"I wonder…"

"Was this his master plan from the outset?"

"Is that why he dispatched Amon?"

He paused, attempting to decipher the Demon King's true motives.

"…It matters not."

"At this rate…"

"Agaroth will be unchained tonight."

"Today…"

"The great unraveling shall commence."

And with it, a new era would dawn.

An era steeped in horror.

"Do not fret…"

"People of Earth…"

"Pathetic humans…"

"You face extinction today."

"And the rest will follow tomorrow."

"We have entered…"

"The final acts…"

"Of this wretched tome."

The cataclysmic battle unfolding on Earth had become the pivotal turning point.

Frey erupted from the cocoon, charging towards Agaroth, his power surging with every passing second.

The very Earth crumbled at a terrifying pace, destruction trailing in their wake.

It was a savage conflict, if one could even call it a battle.

And what loomed ahead was far darker than the deepest night itself.