THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 839 The Last Chain Shattered (2)

Ada had met her end.

And with her demise's final breathé

The last trace of brilliance within Frey Starlight extinguished.

The Demon King anticipated a specific outcome.

And precisely that came to pass.

Frey's frame convulsed.

Thené

It detonated.

An immense surge of dark energy erupted from him, engulfing him entirelyé and subsequently consuming the whole Earth.

Agaroth slowly turned his gaze, fastening it upon the torrent of darkness pouring forth from Frey.

Comprehension dawned.

Frey had achieved a breakthrough.

A wide, triumphant smile spread across his features.

Frey had attained the ultimate phase of SSS.

He had reached the pinnacle.

But Agaroth had overlooked a crucial detail.

For the entity who underwent this breakthrough...

Was not Frey.

"SLAAAAAAASH!!!"

A sudden, violent strike ripped upwards into the void of space, tearing through the very fabric of the universe.

Agaroth's right arm was completely severed.

It was obliterated by a colossal dark bladeé a fusion of gray and black aura, seamlessly interwoven.

From the heart of this tempest of darknessé

Frey emerged.

Bearing the mask of Nameless, its surface emanating a chilling violet luminescence.

But this was not Frey.

It was Nameless.

He had finally seized command of Frey's body... having broken free from Agaroth's control.

The instant he severed the Demon King's limb, Nameless slammed his hand onto the ground, urgency and stark fear evident in his swift actions.

"Nameless' Manipulation of Life and Death: The Eternal Cycle!!"

From his palm, an anomalous dark circle rapidly expanded.

It enveloped the Shadow Sect... and continued its inexorable growth... and growthé

Until, in mere seconds, it encompassed the entire planet.

The runic circle was vast... overwhelmingly so.

Its sheer immensity generated a pressure that stunned all who felt its presence.

Among them... Maskith.

Who observed from above, his eyes wide with astonishment at the profound mastery over life and death that Nameless displayed.

"Is he... attempting to imprison everyone?"

Elsewhereé

Agaroth regenerated his severed limb, his laughter echoing mockingly at Nameless' endeavor.

"Your actions are futile. I shall not permit it."

"Then dare to stop me!!"

Clenching his sword with every ounce of his being, Nameless unleashed a cataclysmic explosion of aura, directing it straight at the Demon King.

The devastating strike annihilated the Shadow Sect from existenceé along with its entire surroundings.

And it propelled Agaroth into the depths of space.

Nameless pursued without delay.

Chasing after him.

Engaged in a desperate race against time.

The formidable warrior was no longer his usual self.

He had shed all composure... all his characteristic calm.

His demeanor was one of frantic desperation.

Anxious.

Fearful.

And above all else...

Infuriated.

'It's fine... everything will be alright.'

This thought reverberated within his mind.

A mind that had descended into utter darkness.

Where Frey... had vanished without a trace.

'I can save them... I can save all of them!'

Nameless charged forward with his utmost strength, colliding head-on with Agaroth... and thus commenced the fierce battle.

The seventh phase of SSS.

Eight world-shattering abilities.

Against the Demon King Agarothé the supreme existence at the very apex of this world.

Agaroth's fist blazed with colossal dark flames as he delivered a powerful blow.

Nameless met the assault with his blade.

Fist and sword made contact, and the reverberation of their exploding auras propagated across the spatial expanse itself.

Agaroth unleashed a barrage of world-breaking abilities, encasing Nameless from all conceivable vectors.

Yet, Nameless adeptly deflected every incoming attack... and retaliated with a decisive counter.

Manipulating the ebb and flow of aura, countless thousands of dark celestial bodies materialized around him.

Each one harbored the combined might of two world-breaking abilities.

They descended upon Agaroth in an unrelenting storm of offensive maneuvers.

From every conceivable angle.

Until Nameless' aura expanded exponentially, engulfing a vast expanse of space surrounding the Earth.

His command over aura achieved a state of absolute perfection.

So refined... that not even a fraction of power was lost, despite the overwhelming quantity of assaults he orchestrated.

His energy expenditure was negligible.

Consequently, he intensified the barrage.

And intensified it further.

Shaping them into innumerable blades.

Wielding two blades in his hands, with ten more hovering behind him, Nameless closed the intervening distance instantly.

And the two combatants clashed—face to face.

Agaroth countered Nameless' wave manipulation by conjuring countless miniature black holes.

These devoured every synthesized celestial construct... rendering all incoming attacks null and void.

The Demon King exhibited complete martial prowess.

He could engage adversaries from any stance, in any style, wielding any weapon with unparalleled mastery.

Yet, he opted for the most direct approach.

His fists alone.

Each hand pulsed with an overwhelming convergence of world-breaking abilities.

Blood, death, and darkness coalesced within one.

Shadows, a lightning-like energy, and a force akin to magnetism emanated from the other.

His very physique radiated like a nuclear core on the precipice of detonation.

His physical strength attained a level surpassing even the most formidable beings in the Pantheon.

The deployment of such an extensive array of world-breaking abilities transformed him into a walking cataclysm.

And Nameless confronted this walking cataclysm directly.

Despite the immense pressure bearing down on him, the masked warrior remained steadfast.

He refused to yield.

His blades cleaved through every assault the Demon King launched.

He closed the distance.

He shattered the Demon King's defenses.

Agaroth clearly held the advantage in raw aura and destructive capability.

Yet, Nameless—

Was the superior combatant.

In command.

Possessing deeper killing intent.

He outclassed Agaroth by a significant degree.

And that fact… was the crucial distinction between him and Frey.

Because even though Frey had inherited the majority of Nameless's power…

He could never fight with the same caliber.

Countless years of combat experience could never be replicated.

The confrontation between Agaroth and Nameless felt like a echoes from the past.

A battle that once determined the universe's destiny…

Was now resurrected.

For the sake of a solitary, inconsequential planet in a forgotten realm of existence.

"This truly brings back memories…" Agaroth proclaimed, a broad smile gracing his features, reveling in the fervor of the fight.

"Even if your form is corrupted… a monster remains a monster."

His fist met Nameless's blade, driving him backward—

Until both combatants impacted a distant moon.

"I comprehend precisely what you aim to achieve," Agaroth elaborated.

"And I must confess… your current desperation genuinely surprises me."

"Who could have envisioned that the stoic, emotionless masked warrior… would go to such lengths for a mere handful of humans?"

The Demon King strode across the lunar surface with unruffled authority, advancing on Nameless without hesitation.

"Emotions have begun to take root within you."

"You are no longer the entity you once were."

Agaroth stomped the ground beneath him, his ominous shadow expanding outward.

"However, you shall not prevail."

"Because I shall not permit it."

He assumed a formidable martial stance.

His battle-lust remained unquenched—precisely as it always had been.

Meanwhile, Nameless grasped the situation.

Nothing would alter… unless he dealt with the Demon King.

The very same Demon King he had failed to vanquish in ages past.

The identical entity he was now compelled to confront once more.

Agaroth had achieved his objective.

He had compelled Frey's vessel to attain the ultimate—seventh phase of SSS.

Yet, the shackles binding Nameless's soul… had not vanished.

They had been weakened.

Now sufficiently fragile for the Demon King to shatter them himself.

But even in this compromised state… it would demand time.

And Agaroth was fully aware of this.

Thus, he resolved to persist.

To maintain relentless pressure.

Upon Frey.

Upon Nameless.

Until everything crumbled.

Nameless, in turn, recognized Agaroth's fundamental strategy.

And that awareness provided him a crucial advantage.

Because the Demon King was holding back his full might.

He had no intention of slaying Frey… nor Nameless.

In contrast to Nameless…

Who could unleash all his power… to fell the King.

Eye to eye—

The two protagonists reached their definitive understanding.

No options remained.

Only the ensuing conflict.

And thus—

The war recommenced.

The resurgence of the epic clash…

Between Nameless and Agaroth.