Chapter 317: Limit Break ​Arden stood amidst the drifting ash and ionized air of the crater, his eyes locked onto the summit of the mountain of corpses. The silence that followed the annihilation of the colossi was heavy, broken only by the sickly, wet pulse of the red patterns beneath Crui Rughk’s feet.​"Is that all, Rughk?" Arden’s voice carried a jagged edge of mockery. "For a man claiming the 'Ultimate Ascension,' you sure do hide behind a lot of meat. First your ancestors, then these overgrown statues... What’s next? Are you going to throw the mountain at me, or are you actually going to stand up like a man?"​Atop the summit, Crui Rughk’s eyes narrowed, the swirling voids within his sockets glowing with a malevolent, ultraviolet light. Arden’s taunts had finally pierced the shell of his meditative calm. He didn't stand, but a visible tremor of rage rippled through the red patterns on his skin.​"You speak of manhood while standing in the shadow of a power you cannot comprehen

Chapter 319: Might of The Super King Evolution​ With a violent, sky-rending swing of the Extreme Ultra Lightsaber, Arden unleashed the crimson beam. The three headed dragon of gore, a masterpiece of Rughk’s Blood Weaving, didn't even have the chance to complete its roar. The blade sliced through the liquid construct as if it were mere mist, severing the cellular bonds holding the blood together and causing the massive beast to dissolve into a harmless red rain that splattered against the blackened earth.​But Arden wasn't finished. He knew that against a Celestial Ascendant, momentum was the only shield.​He shot into the sky, his Stellar Light Astro energy burning like a supernova. "Let’s see you block this!" Arden activated the Nihility Ball Annihilation. This time, the scale was different. He conjured massive Rupture Balls the size of armored trucks, each one vibrating with a hollow, terrifying frequency. He infused them with the maximum density of Void Molecules he coul

Chapter 321: The Final Domain​ The battle between Arden and Crui Rughk had transcended the limits of physical combat. It had become a desperate, blood soaked grind. Both fighters were now badly injured; the golden crystalline armor on Arden’s body was cracked and stained with both his own crimson blood and Rughk’s black ichor. Rughk’s jagged wings were tattered, and his dark matter skin was scorched from the constant friction of their clashing Astro energies. Yet, neither slowed. They continued fighting with a ferocity that suggested they had forgotten the concept of pain.​ The battle reached its absolute climax. It seemed as though neither would ever defeat the other, their powers balanced on a razor's edge of mutual destruction. It was then that Arden decided to pull out his final attack, his ultimate trump card which he had refrained from using until this very moment, waiting for the perfect window.​ Just as he and Rughk were about to enter another world shaking clash

Chapter 323: The Return of the King ​"Is this really the end?" ​Arden’s voice was a ragged whisper, swallowed by the howling winds of the apocalypse. "How do I fight against this calamity?" ​He continued to stare at the rapidly increasing crack in the sky, a jagged wound in reality that seemed to bleed darkness. As the shadow of the entity lengthened over the world, the faces of his loved ones flashed through his mind in a blurred montage of memories. He saw Evnor’s gentle smile, Noiter’s fierce gaze, Emma’s unwavering loyalty, and the boisterous laughter of Galva and Althev. He thought of Gusty, Viniar, Wilmer, and the millions of souls currently fighting for their lives in the Resofasion Land. ​The despair that had threatened to drown him suddenly met a wall of white hot defiance. He realized he couldn't let this happen. He couldn't let Megatoplasmiun, or whatever this horror called itself, succeed in erasing everything he had built. But the cold truth remained: he was not

Chapter 325: The Giant’s Breath ​The crack in the sky was no longer a mere wound; it had become a cosmic maw that threatened to swallow reality itself. It spread at an unbelievable speed, its jagged edges racing across the firmament until it nearly covered the entire sky above the Central Continent. As the rift widened, the dark matter surging from it amplified to a terrifying degree. The atmosphere turned a heavy, bruised violet, and the very air became a thick, viscous sludge that made every breath feel like inhaling liquid lead. The sun was completely blotted out, replaced by the flickering, malevolent glow of the purple rift. ​But more than the darkness, what would have terrified any soul was the protrusion emerging from within the crack. Slowly, with the weight of a dying planet, a mountain sized object pushed through. It was moist, grey, and ridged with craters that looked like deep valleys. What appeared to be a giant nose finally made its way outside the crack. ​"Damn, ju