THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 760: A Battlefield Unfit for Mortals (1)

The confrontation destined to eradicate Gehrman and the Shadow Sect had now entered its climactic conclusion.

A scheme that started as a meticulously laid ambush evolved into a shocking, balanced showdown... completely defying all forecasts. Wesker dropped early on, totally overwhelmed by Gehrman, who wrapped up their duel with ruthless efficiency.

And at this point...

Outside influences from Helmond stepped in, aiming to tip the scales and settle the fight.

Nevertheless, the Shadow Sect held strong—resisting right up to the last moment.

A clash of such immense scale and intensity outstripped any event humanity had witnessed in its entire past.

The total annihilation of the moon.

The prior quake that ravaged the Southern Continent.

And currently... this raging war ripping through the Empire's territories.

Myriad forces watched the struggle from a distance... but not one ventured to get involved.

Getting mixed in guaranteed instant doom.

One could claim that all life on Earth was glued to this unfolding drama... eager to discover how it would conclude.

Yet the cost proved merciless.

Just the leftover havoc from earlier skirmishes had snuffed out thousands of Empire dwellers—innocents with zero opportunity to respond.

It served as a harsh lesson that, in this realm, raw strength alone determined value.

The mighty survived.

The frail perished... forgotten, without a tear shed.

As the whole planet observed from safety...

Frey Starlight kept slamming into Amon directly, holding firm against the demon's onslaught.

Following an intense back-and-forth, their duel started settling into a stalemate.

Amon doggedly held back his world-shattering power until the absolute limit.

Even with layering six world-shattering techniques, Frey Starlight couldn't put him down for good.

Those powers granted Frey the edge in nearly every way... but Amon stayed a true beast.

After a grueling barrage of unending strikes, the pair finally halted, gasping for air.

Frey propped himself on his blade, bent over, vapor rising from his breaths.

Violet Soulfire still cloaked his form, blazing intensely over various spots—though his complexion had gone ashen.

Slender streaks of blood trickled from under his eyes, stemming from pushing Void too far.

That fearsome power acted like heightened intuition... letting Frey sense and dodge every assault Amon threw.

However, Frey's frame didn't always match the pace his vision demanded.

And in those lapses... the fiend connected his hits.

During such instances, Frey drew on his freakish healing to contain the wounds—

—though those slips grew more common by the minute.

Across from him, Amon let out a heavy breath too, grinning steadily at his foe.

In their recent flurry, he'd taken serious hits from Frey's weapon.

But his demonic essence let him absorb and shrug off agony better than almost any creature.

It was clear... he wasn't close to tiring out.

Frey seemed set to last longer too, bolstered by the Souls' might... but truthfully, juggling all those powers at once was wearing him down heavily.

"Nameless’ vessel..."

Amon eased his limbs as shadowy Aura enveloped him.

"This fight has stretched out too much. I think it's time to wrap it up."

Then—moving faster than light could travel...

Amon charged at Frey with his Flash Strike.

Void let Frey slip away from the blow, yet Amon kept the assault relentless.

"Your power is impressive. No matter how I ramp up my velocity, your gaze follows each swing I launch."

Amon cracked the earth underfoot while pursuing Frey nonstop.

"And even if I smash those eyes, they heal right away. The power never fades."

"Really... a frustrating gift."

At these words, Frey stayed composed... though he recognized Amon's point.

"These eyes let me follow every one of his moves..." Frey pondered.

"But his pace is horrifying. Quicker than any opponent I've faced."

He kept pulling back, using brief teleports to escape each barrage.

"Void does reveal his Flash Strike to me... but I get just one shot to dodge per attack."

"A split-second delay... and the follow-up Flash Strike nails me."

And that scenario had played out multiple times already.

"He can fire off thousands of those in a single second."

"Each one demands I spot it, respond, and teleport... as it's the sole tool I have to rival his swiftness."

Handling that all at once crushed Frey's thoughts under immense weight.

It felt like juggling endless scenarios... and every instant, Amon multiplied them, ramping up the strain.

To get around Void, Amon switched up his tactics... striking from fresh angles each go... hunting for an opening, a flaw to pierce.

Like sifting through a sea of pins... to snag the lone one that slipped through.

Amon had pierced it a few times now... but Void snapped shut those paths immediately.

"To beat you..."

Amon stated icily, cranking up the assault.

"I must land a hit that keeps you down for good."

He struck without mercy, pinning Frey to pure defense and dodges—denying any shot at retaliation.

The scariest element...

lay in Amon's unyielding tempo.

Far from it...

He appeared able to spam Flash Strike without limit.

And strike from every angle, without cease.

It broke all reason.

Still, Frey's Void Eyes exposed the secret amid the chaos.

And in the same vein...

Gehrman grasped it too, eyeing the bout with keen intensity.

"An Eleventh-Rank Demon..."

Gehrman grumbled darkly.

"When the hell did that scum manage this?"

He swiveled, eyeing the field with precision.

After concentrating a bit more...

he spotted it at last.

"...Right from the start."

"We've been battling him within this setup the whole time."

Encircling Amon, Frey, and the rest...

stood an unseen barrier, round and enclosing.

Something like a domain...

or a method that warped the battlefield's very layout.

Amon was fully aware his rivals had pieced it together.

He just shrugged it off.

"Yes, I wield a supremely potent gift from the King... but that's not my only trick."

"On top of that... I command my personal world-shattering force."

Amon's grin stretched as he bore down harder on Frey.

"The Transparent World... a skill drawn from the Law of Space.

It's a lesser take on Crimson’s Red World, but still a devastatingly strong force."

Amon's punch met Frey’s blade as his aura output exploded.

"Inside the Transparent World, I strike from any spot imaginable.

And my aura stays boundless, as long as I keep my stance within its bounds."

The Transparent World stood as a horrifically potent skill... brimming with endless edges.