Chapter 68
As Nameless finished speaking, the demonic energy erupting from the ancient relics surged with newfound intensity. Wreathed in violet light from the Demon-Eye Stones, the black aura swallowed the entire chamber in a dark, majestic spectacle.
A flicker of panic crossed the faces of the two warriors caught in the webbed net. The worn-out weapons they had dismissed as junk were now radiating the overwhelming might of the Primordial Age—resurrected under Nameless’s command.
“...You... what are you?” one of them managed to ask, voice tight with disbelief.
Nameless smirked faintly.
“Is that really what you want to know on the brink of death?”
He’d never intended to answer—even if they had asked earlier.
“I thought you might at least break through two more chambers. I didn’t expect you to be this pathetic.”
The cold indifference in his voice stoked a burning fury within them.
Even if they were to die, consumed by demonic energy in the next breath, they wanted nothing more than to rip that smug expression from his face.
Their eyes met—and in an instant, both warriors launched themselves forward.
The power erupting from their bodies was enough to signal a mutual destruction. It was the full force of a martial artist at the level of Three Flowers Gathering Purity, bolstered even further by innate spiritual essence. The very ground cratered beneath their feet as explosive force tore through the chamber—
—but their attacks never even reached him.