"Demonic Art: Devil’s Seal!"

Clank!

The sound rang across the battlefield like the striking of an ancient bell.

Damian’s eyes narrowed instantly. Dark green chains erupted from the surrounding mist. They appeared from every direction.

The chains moved with unnatural speed and intelligence, weaving through the blizzard before latching onto his Asura Avatar one after another.

Clank! Clank! Clank!

Each chain wrapped itself around an arm. Every new chain caused the colossal avatar to tremble slightly. Their purpose was immediately obvious.

Suppression.

The immense weight carried within those chains was absurd. Even Damian could feel the burden transferring through the connection between himself and the avatar.

The giant bow shifted and the arrow wavered. Its trajectory was forced away from the fleeing Kasok Patriarch.

The old dragon had barely escaped death.

Seeing his perfect shot ruined instantly darkened Damian’s expression. The elder Kasok clearly noticed as well. A smug grin appeared briefly upon his aged face.

That was a mistake.

Damian’s eyes turned cold.

"Since you’re so eager to die..."

His voice echoed quietly across the battlefield.

Scorching white flames ignited within his pupils. His hair began changing colors. The transformation spread rapidly as the pressure around him increased several times over.

"I’ll grant your wish."

[Samsara Fox Fire Activated]

Buzz!

White seals suddenly appeared across the body of the gigantic Asura Avatar. Ancient symbols spread across its six arms. Every inch of the avatar became covered in glowing white markings.

The moment the seals touched the chains, the battlefield exploded.

BOOOOOM!

White flames erupted instantly and the chains didn’t resist. The divine white fire devoured them completely.

Millions of fragments exploded outward. The remnants disintegrated before reaching the ground.

The six demigods hiding within the storm immediately felt their expressions change. Those chains weren’t weak. They had personally reinforced them. Yet they had been erased almost instantly.

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

Four cloaked figures suddenly appeared around Damian. They revolved around him like stars orbiting a sun.

Each maintained equal distanceband radiated terrifying demigod pressure.

Their voices began humming strange incantations simultaneously. The language sounded ancient. Dark clouds gathered rapidly above and the clouds swelled.

Crimson lightning began flashing within them and the bolts twisted like living serpents. Each flash illuminated the battlefield in blood-red light.

The power gathering within the clouds was enormous yet Damian only looked annoyed.

"They just keep throwing spells at me."

His voice dripped with irritation.

"It’s becoming annoying."

His third eye snapped open and the world froze. The cloaked figures immediately sensed danger. Without hesitation Damian stomped downward.

BOOOOOM!

A towering geyser of white flames erupted from his position. The pillar pierced the heavens. Its speed was ridiculous.

"This cursed flame!"

One of the cloaked figures shouted.

The four demigods immediately scattered and retreating at full speed. The geyser continued rising until it slammed directly into the storm clouds.

BOOOOOOOM!

The sky shattered and the gathering spell collapsed instantly.

The crimson lightning vanished and the clouds exploded apart like fragile glass. Then something far worse happened.

The white inferno collapsed outward from all sides like a divine tsunami. The sheer volume of fire turned the faces of the four demigods pale.

Even veteran demigods found themselves questioning reality. The amount of power Damian was casually throwing around made no sense.

"Does he have no limit?!"

One of them screamed. Fear had finally entered his voice.

Meanwhile Damian wasn’t even paying attention to them anymore. His gaze remained fixed elsewhere.

The Kasok Patriarch and his son.

The only two individuals capable of interfering with his white flames effectively.

As expected, the moment the white fire appeared, both men abandoned concealment. They shot forward immediately, preparing to engage directly because they knew the white flames was one weakness every demon struggles with. Their unique ice affinity was what made them stand out.

Unfortunately, this was what their enemy was banking on. A vicious grin spread across Damian’s face.

"Got you."

Swoooosh!

Both arrows flew.

The one within Damian’s hand and the larger one held by his Asura Avatar.

The projectiles crossed the battlefield instantly as they moved with enough power to erase entire mountain ranges and both were aimed directly at the elder Kasok.

Meanwhile...

BOOOOOM!

BOOOOOM!

BOOOOOM!

A completely different apocalypse was unfolding. The battlefield surrounding Rin had become an ocean of destruction.

Crimson hellfire consumed everything, causing the Death Bloom vines to burn endlessly.

Every attempt at regrowth ended the same way. While the fox was yet to find the seed, it’s sea of flames made sure the vines would not be a problem.

The gigantic fox ignored them entirely. His attention quickly shifted to the azure formation above, the source of the Blizzard Of Death.

Rin’s crimson markings quickly turned emerald and glowed brighter. It’s opened its mouth revealing the hellfire inside his jaws had reached critical levels.

The energy condensed further until the surrounding space began cracking. Even the false world seemed unable to tolerate the power gathering within his mouth.

Meanwhile...

Inside the frozen mansion, Rah remained standing beside the massive glass wall. Her eyes never left the battlefield.

Every new attack shocked her more than the last.

She had expected Damian to be dangerous. But what she was witnessing now was something entirely different.

This wasn’t a battle, this was complete domination.

One newly ascended demigod was suppressing six veteran demigods simultaneously. The very idea sounded ridiculous, yet it was happening before her eyes.

"You’ve never stood this close to a Prince of Hell."

Hazel’s cold voice sounded from behind and Rah turned immediately.

Hazel stood beside the bed, Ruby stood beside her and Racheal stood nearby.

All three stared toward the battlefield. None looked worried or surprised. Their confidence unsettled Rah far more than the battle itself.

"When he was still mortal, he could defeat demigods like us."

Ruby’s voice carried obvious disdain.

"Do you honestly believe ordinary demigods can defeat him now that he’s become one himself?"

Rah opened her mouth, then closed it because she genuinely didn’t know how to answer. The evidence was unfolding outside and it wasn’t supporting her side.

Racheal folded her arms.

"The difference between ordinary demons and the Princes is difficult to understand."

Her eyes remained fixed on Damian.

"Most people spend their entire lives misunderstanding that difference. They only find out when they are at deaths door. Like Duke Haborym."