THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 761: A Battlefield Unfit for Mortals (2)

Firstly, within the domain, Amon had the freedom to attack his foe from whatever angle he chose.

This tactic was exactly what he'd employed against Gehrman and Abraham before... and what he was using on Frey at this moment.

Secondly, the Transparent World bestowed upon Amon an endless supply of aura.

Put differently, exhaustion wouldn't touch him during combat, provided he stayed inside the barrier.

But there was more to it.

"Given that this is a spatial power, your teleportation won't let you break free from it."

Frey's teleportation got confined by the Transparent World to just the area within the barrier.

Going outside was impossible for him.

So, if Frey wanted to get away, he'd need to physically sprint past the domain's edge.

However, the Transparent World shifted along with Amon's movements.

In essence...

Should Amon keep chasing him up close, Frey's escape would remain out of reach.

Compounding the issue...

Amon already outpaced Frey in speed.

Fleeing was out of the question.

"You're genuinely formidable, vessel of Nameless..."

Amon remarked with steady calm, his grin unchanging.

"Yet the instant you entered my realm, defeat was sealed for you."

That explained why Amon's face stayed composed... without a single flicker.

From a distance, as he observed the clash, Gehrman scowled while working to steady his vessel.

"Such a frustrating power..."

Dealing with spatial abilities had forever been a headache.

Crimson's Red World.

Amon's Transparent World.

Each served as a prime illustration.

"SSS-class at the Sixth Stage... assault velocity that eclipses even my own... plus a spatial domain of this caliber..."

"And he's concealing yet another skill... one said to conclude the fight the second it's unleashed."

Gehrman's features grew somber as he realized the full peril of the demon they faced.

"Setting aside Agaroth... it's no stretch to rank him among the top three demons alive, right up there with Crimson and Gael."

Gehrman's gut feeling led to this judgment... factoring in the mysterious forbidden power Amon hadn't revealed.

Amon remained a profound mystery.

That forbidden strength in particular.

Even absent that...

He posed a deadly threat.

The confrontation had hit a pivotal stage.

Frey found himself utterly trapped.

Still, composure held him as he frantically hunted for an exit from the overwhelming squeeze.

Thoughts whirled through his head at breakneck pace... while through his Void Eyes, time dragged on sluggishly.

"What's the move here...? If his words ring true, prolonging this fight leads nowhere."

"While he's in this domain, his strength knows no bounds..."

The sole route to triumph...

The only route visible to Frey...

involved breaking free from the Transparent World's reach and hitting Amon from afar with a decisive strike strong enough to finish him.

Yet Frey's strikes lacked the might to slay Amon.

Winning seemed unattainable.

Nameless arrived at the identical verdict.

"You've advanced your strength immensely, Frey... however, overcoming this adversary demands you ascend to SSS-class."

Once he breached that level, all of Frey's powers would surge exponentially—empowering his blows to wreak havoc on enemies such as Amon.

"Rather than aiming to eliminate him, focus on the best strategy to stall him and get out alive..."

"...while also safeguarding your father and sister."

Nameless commented as he tracked the fight's developments.

He barely mentioned Gehrman... who obviously could handle his own affairs.

"Though I claimed otherwise before... handing me control could enable his demise."

"That said, it's far from ideal."

Nameless' gaze shimmered as memories of the skirmish flooded back in vivid detail.

"Should I seize your body at this point, he'll likely trigger that hidden power without delay."

"Given his assurance... he trusts that power can bind me if it comes to that."

Nameless drew this insight from Amon's prior statements and actions regarding Frey.

It stood evident...

Amon had anticipated battling Nameless, not Frey.

That demon wasn't naive.

He knew full well Nameless' peril... but had displayed willingness to engage anyway.

"I can't say what he's withholding... yet for the time being, we should presume it's at least potent enough to hold me back."

Thus...

Provoking Amon to deploy it must be avoided.

But Frey couldn't prevail alone.

Consequently, the situation deadlocked completely.

"He's more troublesome than Wesker..."

Frey conceded inwardly, depending solely on his Void Eyes to counter the relentless onslaught crashing toward him.

Nevertheless, with each ticking moment...

the conclusion loomed nearer.

Amon's crimson gaze blazed with a horrifying scarlet gleam as victory felt assured.

"The second I spot the next gap..."

"I'll deliver a strike from which you'll never rise."

Unbeknownst to Frey...

the Transparent World offered Amon yet one more edge.

He could condense the domain's full might into one cataclysmic blow.

Although that would demolish the Transparent World right away... it promised unmatched devastation.

Amon was sure Frey wouldn't endure it...

not even with his freakish healing prowess.

Killing him wasn't the goal.

Amon sought to maim him...

to render him teetering on the brink of oblivion.

After achieving that, Amon planned to seize Frey... plus Abraham...

and butcher the rest without mercy.

"Now!! Time to wrap this up!!"

Amon's laughter boomed, eerie and bone-chilling,

as Frey gritted his teeth, battling the clock for any salvation.

Amid Amon... now convinced of triumph... and Frey at his wit's end...

darkness abruptly engulfed everything.

Space itself trembled violently, signaling an approaching disaster.

Frey and Amon halted in their tracks.

Their expressions etched with stunned incredulity,

a icy tremor seizing their forms.

In another spot...

Gehrman gradually shut his eyes.

"...Finally."

The man with blue eyes murmured gently, steeling for the inevitable.

Frey and Amon had been utterly absorbed in their duel.

They missed the unfolding events...

until escape proved impossible.

The earth below them desiccated bizarrely, stripped bare of vitality as though life force had been ruthlessly siphoned away.

Ominous black mist engulfed both ground and sky, while icy gales howled from all sides.

Amon came to an abrupt stop.

He swiveled toward one direction, furrowing his brow.

"What sort of foreboding sensation is this... damn it?"

Seizing Amon's momentary pause,

Frey pulled back swiftly, creating space between them.

He paused his Void usage briefly, seeking relief from its grueling toll.

Even so, he couldn't dismiss the unfolding horror.