Chapter 334. The Trap (3)
It was painful.
Agonizing, unbearable pain threatened to knock Caron unconscious at any moment, and yet it made one truth clear—this place was no mere illusion.
But Caron endured it willingly. He clamped both hands around the Demon King's arm, the one that had pierced straight through his chest, slick with his blood.
Just moments ago, Sloth had been certain of victory. Now his voice carried a note of shock. "...Why are you not collapsing? Your core has already been destroyed."
Indeed, the strike had pierced the core nestled near Caron's heart. Perhaps he would never wield mana again from this day forward. But on his lips spread a thin, feral smile.
Whoosh!
The Azure Mana he had scattered deliberately throughout his body now resonated violently. Though his core was shattered, the countless muscles he had honed without rest since birth were brimming with that same mana.
"If illusion and reality are mingled here..." Caron said, his eyes glinting, "then at least this much is real."
The Demon King of Sloth flinched and tried to withdraw his hand. But he couldn't—not even at the last moment.
Shrrrk!
Pluto unleashed the power of Void it had devoured before.
That power seeped into Sloth's form, forcing the figure, which had been wavering between reality and illusion, to solidify into a tangible body. Pluto's darkness sucked at him, pinning the Demon King of Sloth in place.