Chapter 316: Azazel
The clash was completely silent.
When the absolute destruction of Damien’s 8th-Order Eclipse Core met the absolute decay of a 9th-Order Demigod, the physical world simply ceased to function.
Sound waves were erased. The surrounding black ice didn’t shatter; it sublimated directly into nothingness.
Damien’s [Eclipse Sever] bit deep into the center of the Rotting King’s chest.
For a single, triumphant microsecond, it worked. The twilight-purple energy, fused with the unyielding Golden Dragon Aura, cut through the impenetrable grey robes of dead souls.
It carved through the shifting, rotting flesh of the five-hundred-foot monstrosity, driving straight toward the pulsating 9th-Order core.
"We have him!" Theron roared from the ice below, pushing his Midnight Domain to its absolute limit to keep the giant’s arms pinned.
But a 9th-Order Demigod was not a beast to be slain with mere force. They were physical embodiments of the world’s Laws.
The Rotting King looked down at the white crystal blade buried in his chest. His countless weeping faces didn’t scream in agony. They smiled.
"A valiant effort, little King," the Rotting King’s voice reverberated directly into Damien’s skull.
"But you do not understand the nature of rot. Rot is not just destruction. It is the natural cycle of all things."
The twilight-purple energy of Damien’s strike suddenly began to dim.