Chapter 489: Chapter 488: Pass (1)
The confrontation between the two demons was a major event within the Abyss. Various consciousnesses probed the area, observing from afar.
Seeing this, Ire frowned and clenched her fist.
Instantly, the surrounding section of the Abyss was isolated.
The other Rank 4 Demons withdrew with regret.
After all, who wouldn’t want to witness a battle between two Rank 4 Demons?
It would definitely be entertaining.
But for Ire, it would only invite questions.
Questions such as why the battle happened in the first place.
She twisted the handle of her scythe with a frown.
This was exactly what she didn’t want.
The more beings became aware of the situation, the lower the probability of her plan succeeding.
She hated things slipping out of her control.
Turning her attention back to Void, her eyebrows immediately rose.
Just by holding that sword, Void seemed to have changed completely.
It was almost as if he had become one with the weapon.
His aura was sharper.
His body resembled a sword that had already been unsheathed and was ready to strike at any moment.
Her interest was suddenly piqued.
It seemed there was far more to this demon than she had initially assumed.
At this moment, Void was preparing to attack.
It had been so long since he wielded Nameless that he had almost forgotten this feeling.
Beneath their feet, a platform slowly formed as the two landed upon it.
Their raging auras were gradually suppressed until they were completely confined within their bodies.
Slowly, their Rank 4 pressure seemed to disappear.
At this moment, the two roughly possessed Rank 1 physical strength.
Both were merely clones of their true forms.
Void’s true body was still researching Rules, while Ire’s was monitoring that Realm.
Although, even that might have been another clone with a higher concentration of her consciousness.
That was one of the terrifying abilities of Rank 4 Demons.
You could never truly know which one was the original.
After all, over millions of years, they created countless clones to invade Realms and carry out various tasks.
Any clone could become the true entity.
The one believed to be the original could end up being nothing more than a clone.
However, this came with a terrible disadvantage.
They were prone to losing themselves.
If those clones remained separated for too long, they would begin to view themselves as independent entities.
At that point, it became a battle over who was truly the original.
And if all the clones were forced to merge together once again, only the strongest clone would become the true entity.
For this battle, Ire was operating at High-Level Rank 1 strength, while Void was operating at Low-Level Rank 1.
"Ha ..."
Void took a deep breath as both hands gripped Nameless.
One thing he had learned recently was to keep his true power hidden.
Therefore, he would not use his Demon Title.
He would only present himself as an ordinary Low-Level Rank 4 Demon.
Naturally, the strength he displayed here would also remain at Low-Level Rank 1.
He would not use his Rules either.
After all, this was not a battle to the death.
It was merely an exchange of experience.
As for Ire, she resembled a Goddess of Death.
Cries and screams echoed behind her, forming a Domain that dyed her side of the platform black.
Her scythe seemed infinitely long despite physically measuring only two meters.
Across from her, the scene behind Void resembled Hell itself.
Souls burned in anguish as they screamed for salvation.
His sword drifted between reality and unreality.
The platform was divided into two distinct halves.
One side was a Hell of suffering souls.
The other was a land of darkness filled with horrifying screams and chilling cries.
The two observed one another.
Then, finally, Void moved.
The instant he did, a hole opened within Nameless.
The temperature skyrocketed out of control.
However, dark armor covered Ire’s body, helping her resist the heat as the two clashed.
Clang!
The scythe and Nameless collided.
A massive explosion echoed outward as space itself burned and rapidly shrank.
Dark hands emerged from the scythe and wrapped around Nameless, attempting to bury it beneath endless darkness.
Intense flames erupted in response.
The sparkling white blade of Nameless turned slightly red as waves of heat surged outward.
Taking advantage of Nameless’ length, Void shifted into a parrying stance.
His feet moved only inches past Ire as he slid his sword upward.
Then..
He disappeared.
A moment later, he appeared above her and slashed downward.
A thin red line cut through space itself.
Seeing this, Ire slammed the handle of her scythe downward.
The weapon buried itself several inches into the platform as the curved blade intercepted Void’s attack.
DINGGGGG!
A sharp metallic collision rang out.
Both weapons vibrated violently.
The shockwave traveled through them and into the platform beneath their feet.
Faint cracks spread several meters in every direction.
Click.
Void suddenly heard a soft sound.
His eyes widened.
Ire was gone.
Instead, he had somehow taken her place.
At the same time, he saw himself slashing down toward him and instinctively moved to defend.
Void crouched and hurriedly crossed his sword.
Then
BANG!
His knee slammed into the ground.
The version of Void attacking him vanished.
Ire stood several meters away as if nothing had happened.
"What...?"
Void was stunned as he slowly rose to his feet.
What had just happened?
Was it a mirage?
An illusion?
But...
Void glanced at Nameless.
There were no cracks.
No chips.
No signs of damage.
Yet his hand trembled while gripping the handle.
He could still feel the tremendous force that had traveled through the blade into his arm.
It had felt completely real.
Void’s mind drifted back to the moment when he had nearly crossed the line with Ire inside the castle.
"Is this an illusion?" Void couldn’t help but mutter.
But this was still a battle.
At this point, Ire was already in front of him.
Void suddenly sensed something grazing his neck.
His instincts exploded into action.
Moving like a spring, he leaped backward as his eyes caught a glimpse of the scythe cutting through the space where he had been standing only moments ago.
A massive gash was torn open.
The second layer of space became visible as tendrils of deep darkness slowly poured out from within.
The wound in space refused to close.
Void touched his neck and looked at his fingers.
Small traces of blood stained them.
He looked back at Ire as he tightened his grip on Nameless.
A tremendous pressure weighed down upon him.
This was entirely different from every battle he had experienced before.
Was this the true nature of combat between Rank 4 Demons?
Seemingly sensing its master’s thoughts, Nameless chimed softly.
The sword suddenly multiplied into two.
Then two became four.
Four became eight.
The number continued increasing.
Before long, more than a thousand floating swords identical to Nameless filled the air.
Then...
A rain of swords descended upon Ire, giving Void a brief opportunity.
Void glanced at the sword in his hand and muttered,
"Thank you for the opportunity."
Nameless chimed once more.
Crack!
Boom!
The platform shattered beneath his feet.
Void instantly accelerated beyond the speed of light.
A trail of shattered fragments followed his afterimage while his afterimage lagged nearly a tenth of a second behind.
He moved alongside the storm of swords.
Ire’s eyes glimmered as she raised her scythe to defend.
The countless blades descended like a heavenly punishment, each one carrying enough force to tear apart space and cut through time.
Yet Void knew they were merely a distraction.
His true attack was only just beginning.
