THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 726: Shadow Sect vs the High Demons (8)

By severing the limb that held the Shadowbolt Spear, Frey deprived Zibar of his deadliest asset—an opening that Abraham was not about to overlook.

Channeling a colossal amount of energy into his blade, Abraham unleashed a projectile-like thrust straight into the demon’s chest.

Zibar attempted a desperate parry using Katarina’s Sword, but his efforts were futile.

The impact gouged a massive hole into his torso and sent him hurtling backward, carving a path of ruin across the ground.

Abraham retreated a step, his fingers tightening around his hilt.

"That alone won’t kill him..."

"Father!"

Frey moved to support him immediately, but Abraham gestured sharply toward the fallen, severed arm.

"Don’t let him reclaim the spear!"

Recognizing the gravity in his father's tone, Frey did not take the caution lightly.

He promptly obliterated Zibar's detached arm and seized the Shadowbolt Spear with his own hand.

The instant his skin met the weapon, the spear pulsed with a violent darkness, surging a bizarre power into Frey’s body.

His pupils began to shimmer, and a foreign sensation flooded his veins.

It felt as though an ancient link was being re-established—a connection to this weapon that predated his memory and defied all logic.

However, Zibar’s presence flared once more, snapping Frey back to the present moment.

The demon appeared truly cornered now, exhausting the final remnants of his strength just to remain standing.

Frey had not witnessed Zibar in such a wretched state since the day Nameless took over his body to battle his own double in the past.

"Frey... son—don’t lose focus. This is our chance!"

Abraham charged ahead, signaling for Frey to follow his lead.

"Together... we kill him here!"

The weight of those words echoed deep within Frey’s consciousness.

To kill... to slay a Tenth-Rank High Demon.

If anyone else had made such a claim, it would have been dismissed as insanity; no one had brought down one of the Ten in millennia.

Yet Abraham was poised to shatter that history, with his son fighting at his side.

Frey’s blood surged as his power rose; though his frame was spent and his strength was in a state of chaotic evolution, he followed Abraham with everything he had.

"Let’s finish this!!"

In that heartbeat, Zibar watched two explosive auras racing toward him. One was a brilliant, searing white; the other was a deep, consuming black.

Zibar gathered his remaining essence, struggling to mount a defense. He tried to summon the spear back to his side, but the weapon no longer answered his call.

It had ceased to obey him the moment it entered Frey’s grasp.

"Damn it!!!"

He bellowed, swinging Katarina’s blade in a frantic arc, but Abraham intercepted the blow. Simultaneously, Frey plunged Dark Sister into the demon's flesh with savage precision.

Following Frey’s opening, Abraham struck again, slicing through demonic sinew. Zibar tried to retaliate, but Frey parried the strike, allowing Abraham to pierce him once more.

Again... and again... and again.

The two Starlights attacked from every conceivable direction, moving faster than the mind could follow.

Caught in that merciless gale of steel, Zibar found himself unable to breathe, let alone defend.

"Demon vitality is high... we need to hit him with something bigger if we want to end this!" Abraham roared, and Frey gave a determined nod in response.

Both warriors pushed their intensity to the limit. With every passing second, more gashes were carved into Zibar’s form.

Starlight Aura and Black-Hole Aura ravaged him in tandem, preventing his wounds from closing and denying him any chance of recovery.

Slaaash!!!

Before Zibar could even register the pain, his right leg was lopped off by Frey. As he faltered, Abraham slashed across his face, extinguishing his sight.

Zibar was plunged into a world of shadow, trapped between the two apex predators of the Starlight lineage.

In his final seconds, his thoughts raced, searching desperately for a way to flee. But no matter his schemes or his internal pleas, life was rapidly slipping away.

"I... I am one of the Ten High-Rank Demons... One of the noblest and most powerful existences alive!! I cannot die!! I must not die!!!"

He shrieked with all his might, but the cry was cut short as Abraham slit his throat with a single, cold-blooded stroke.

"The world has tolerated your filth long enough, Demon of the Tenth Rank."

Having systematically dismantled his body, Abraham and Frey prepared for the final execution. They required no words; a brief look was sufficient for them to understand each other’s intent.

Without hesitation, the pair poured every remaining drop of their power into one ultimate, definitive strike.

"Stardust – Abraham Starlight Style: Star of Purification!"

"Ten Thousand Steps of Shadow — Frey Starlight Style: Nameless Judgement!"

For a fleeting, impossible second, time appeared to stand still, frozen by the cataclysmic energy directed at Zibar.

A wave of celestial aura merged with the ravenous void of the Black Hole Aura, forming a combined strike that fractured space and erased Zibar’s very presence.

The only sound remaining was his fading, agonized scream, which eventually vanished as the last piece of his soul shattered. He was incinerated by starfire and swallowed by the hunger of the abyss.

And so, by the blades of father and son, the Tenth High-Rank Demon was slain.

A light was extinguished. An existence was so thoroughly erased that not even dust remained.

Abraham and Frey stood motionless, weapons still raised, their minds struggling to process the magnitude of their victory.

"...we... actually did it..." Frey breathed. "We killed one of the Ten High Demons."

This was no mere avatar or projection. It was the true entity—a feat unaccomplished by any living soul for thousands of years.

Then, a phenomenon occurred that drew their attention skyward. A strange, ashen spirit drifted upward, manifesting from the void where Zibar had stood.

Frey watched it, recognizing the power immediately.

"...The Soul of Reincarnation."

The world-altering ability Zibar had wielded was now returning to its true master, Agaroth, the Demon King.

"We really... did it," Frey whispered in awe.

But suddenly, Frey’s heart gave a violent throb. A wave of intense agony surged through him, forcing him to his knees.

"Frey?!"

Abraham rushed to his son’s side, his face etched with alarm as Frey shook violently in his arms. A silent scream of pain escaped the young man while a dark, misty aura seeped out from beneath his skin.

"What is happening?" Abraham cried out, unable to comprehend the mysterious force devouring his son's body.

But Frey understood perfectly. Zibar was gone, and with his passing, another locked seal of Frey’s hidden power had been violently broken.

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His power spiked once more, but this growth felt like a curse, searing his soul like liquid metal. Frey clamped his teeth down so hard that blood began to seep from his lips.