"Heavens—what level of spiritual energy is this?!"

Luca stared at the blazing fireball rushing toward him, his teeth grinding audibly. Rage, disbelief, and a trace of fear churned violently in his chest.

"Why hasn't it dissipated yet?!"

Huh—!

The Star of Great Stillness surged violently. The fireball formed by four interlocking flames began to exude a faint, hazy mist, yet the aura released was anything but gentle. It was pure destruction—cold, absolute, merciless.

That breath brushed across Luca's senses.

His scalp went numb.

This was not ordinary flame, nor demonic fire, nor even a refined spiritual blaze. It was a condensed calamity—an executioner forged from stillness itself.

Yet Luca was the Holy Son of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Retreat without resistance was not written into his blood.

"Bloodline inheritance technique—Soul-Killing Spear!"

Luca roared.

He raised the black spear high, and the ancestral pattern between his brows erupted with violent brilliance. A thin ray of distorted light shot out from the sigil and pierced forward, vanishing into Ethan's body in an instant.

"I've locked onto you, Ethan!" Luca laughed hoarsely.

"As long as you live, this technique will chase your soul to the ends of the heavens!"

His grip tightened.

All remaining strength—blood essence, mental energy, demonic energy—was poured into the spear.

In an instant, black flames surged violently, coiling around the weapon like a furious dragon. The holy-grade spiritual spear screamed as its power was forced beyond its limits, reaching a moment of absolute brilliance.

This was Luca's peak.

His final gamble.

Phew—!

The spear was thrown.

No sound of explosion followed—only a silent black fire slicing through the air, space itself splitting apart as the spear pierced straight toward Ethan's heart.

But—

The fire flickered.

The Star of Great Stillness appeared in its path.

Like a judgment already delivered.

"Burst."

Ethan clenched his hands.

Crack!

The surface of the compressed fireball split open. Fine fissures spread instantly, racing across the fireball, climbing the flame structure like living veins.

Boom!!!

The Star of Great Stillness detonated.

There was no warning. No gradual release.

Only annihilation.

A terrifying tide of flame erupted outward, thick and overwhelming like a collapsing sun. The black spear was swallowed whole before Luca's eyes—devoured, erased, reduced to nothingness without resistance.

The cave was engulfed in blinding light.

Shockwaves thundered outward, layer upon layer, tearing through stone, flesh, and air alike. Dull, crushing sounds echoed endlessly within the red mist as the night sky itself seemed to tremble.

The earth convulsed.

Mountains cracked.

Stone shattered.

The barrier surrounding the cave screamed once—then collapsed.

Without protection, the mountain folded inward like brittle tofu, crumbling under the overwhelming force. Rocks rolled down in waves, dust and mist exploding into the air—only to be instantly drowned by the raging tide of murderous energy.

The red mist surged.

Thick. Heavy. Endless.

Under the red moon, the world was drowned in scarlet.

Suddenly, rays of light flickered within the murderous tide.

Demons.

One by one, figures struggled desperately within the storm, releasing demonic energy with all their might, forming fragile barriers to resist the erosion.

But it was useless.

The tide of murderous aura had reached its peak.

Its corrosive power was enough to erode even Supreme Realm experts—let alone those suppressed below it.

A demon cultivator screamed as his demonic energy ran dry.

The next breath—

The red mist touched his body.

His flesh dissolved instantly. Blood evaporated. Bones were exposed in the blink of an eye.

Then—

Crack.

The skeleton shattered before it even hit the ground.

The red mist did not merely destroy flesh.

It devoured blood, marrow, and lingering essence.

Bones lost all rigidity, collapsing into fragments upon impact like dried leaves crushed beneath a footstep.

The red moon hung high.

The night was dyed scarlet.

Screams rose and fell, sharp and brief, before vanishing forever.

The demons who had followed Luca into the Training Trial Secret Realm were erased one after another, reduced to scattered bone fragments beneath the tide.

In less than a few minutes, only a handful remained.

Those who survived were all sect masters—existences originally in the Intermediate or even Upper Supreme Realm.

Even they were barely holding on.

The great elder of the Succubus Clan hovered among them.

Roslyn.

Her figure was voluptuous, her pink eyes glowing faintly beneath furrowed brows. Demonic patterns crawled along her arms, pulsing as she forced her cultivation outward to maintain a protective barrier.

Her face was grim.

She had anticipated danger.

But not annihilation.

They hadn't even survived one night.

The sect's talented juniors—handpicked, nurtured for centuries—had been swallowed by the red mist like ants beneath a tide.

Dead.

All of them.

And even now, the old monsters were not faring well.

Their true cultivation was suppressed at the peak of Ninth Turn Mahayana. They could not unleash their Supreme power.

The barriers they erected were being worn away constantly—audibly, visibly.

If this continued, exhaustion would come first.

Then corrosion.

Then death.

"What happened?!" a muscular man from the Mad Demon Sect roared. His upper body was bare, muscles knotted like iron cables, veins bulging grotesquely as he poured demonic energy into the barrier.

"Why did the barrier between the cave and His Highness suddenly shatter?!"

"If I knew, why would I still be here?!" Roslyn snapped coldly.

At that moment—

"Look!"

A trembling voice rang out.

Everyone turned.

The collapsed mountain below shifted.

Rubble trembled.

Boom!

With a muffled explosion, a black figure burst out from the shattered stones and rose shakily into midair.

It was Luca.

At this moment, the once-arrogant Holy Son was unrecognizable.

His clothes were completely burned away. More than eighty percent of his skin was charred and ulcerated, blood and scorched flesh clinging grotesquely to his body.

Only fragments of shining spiritual armor remained intact—proof that it had barely saved him from total annihilation.

Luca's body was hunched.

His breathing was ragged.

His right arm hung limply at his side, twisted unnaturally.

His face was a nightmare—blackened, festering, unrecognizable. Only a pair of eyes remained intact, burning with stubborn hatred.

His hair had been completely incinerated.

The blood essence in his body was evaporated by the terrifying power of the Star of Great Stillness.

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