Chapter 160 - 156
As a soulless demon, Blackheart had no sense of pain.
Yet, he could smell death.
The golden energy radiating from his opponent was indeed sacred, searingly hot, and designed to restrain a demon's body. But it wasn't enough to kill him outright. However, an inexplicable feeling gripped him—a deep, sudden realization that if the human male before him truly desired to end his existence, he would die.
This sense of impending doom was both profound and unnerving.
Blackheart immediately understood that this man possessed a power capable of destroying him. His confidence and pride began to waver.
"This encounter has made me realize my mistake," Blackheart said coldly. "I'll be watching, curious to see the kind of trouble you'll bring to him. But mark my words—don't ever appear before me again, or you will die."
Boom!
As his words echoed, a dazzling golden light burst forth from the man's index finger. Waves of energy rippled outward, flinging dust and debris in all directions. His hair and clothes whipped wildly in the violent gale, while the golden, liquid-like energy surrounded Blackheart. This sacred energy flowed with a divine brilliance, annihilating the demon's body and reducing it to wisps of inky black smoke.
Blackheart's tortured screams filled the air as a jagged crack tore through space before him. The golden liquid entwined with the black smoke and was drawn into the rift. From the other side came a cacophony of hoarse roars and anguished wails, as if countless undead and demons were writhing in torment.
Moments later, the crack—radiating hellfire and dark, crimson light—sealed itself, restoring the space to its original state. The chaotic air currents subsided, leaving an eerie calm.
Leon had expelled Blackheart back to Hell, but he had not killed him.