The flames raged even wider. The two warriors fought within the scorching inferno. Strangely, they seemed unaffected by the searing heat.Arya gave no opportunity for the elder of the Shadow Demon Sect to stabilize himself. He continuously unleashed a combination of long-range and close-combat attacks, making it increasingly difficult for Abhirama to evade.The old man was truly cornered. There was nothing left for him to do but dodge and flee, prolonging his existence in the world."Damn it! This young man hasn't lost any of his internal energy at all!" Abhirama cursed unconsciously.Arya sneered upon hearing the spontaneous outburst from Abhirama's lips. "If it's just to fight you, I wouldn't even lose half of my internal energy, old man!"The handsome young man paused for a moment, ceasing his pursuit of Abhirama. His sharp, intimidating gaze remained fixed on the old man. Whatever was running through his mind was known only to himself and the gods.Arya's sudden inaction puzzled A

King Dharma Kusuma was intrigued by the change in Mandalasura's facial expression. Before he could even ask, Mandalasura spoke first."Dharma, order the troops to continue the journey!""What is it, Master? Does it have anything to do with the thick smoke the soldiers reported?" asked King Dharma Kusuma."Just follow my orders and don't ask too many questions!" Mandalasura snapped.King Dharma Kusuma felt a slight irritation at Mandalasura's reprimand. After all, he was a king who ruled over a kingdom. Mandalasura's outburst made it seem as if he had no authority or dignity.However, King Dharma Kusuma lacked the courage to protest against the old man known as the Shadow Devil Warrior. His status as both a mentor and the leader of the dark sect in the southeastern region made King Dharma Kusuma feel inferior.There was nothing he could do but suppress his frustration. He needed Mandalasura's help to seize the Jaya Buana

Arya gazed at the man of higher rank standing before him. He noticed the weariness etched on the forty-year-old man's face."I never realized how complicated royal conflicts could be, Sir. If I were facing a dark sect, I wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate them. But this time, it’s different... I’m truly confused about what stance to take. How many innocent soldiers from both sides will lose their lives in the upcoming war?" Arya let out a deep sigh. He picked up a wide cloth, resembling a blanket, from the watchtower and wrapped it around himself to ward off the cold."As for our soldiers, I understand their reasons for fighting, Sir. But the enemy troops... Do they realize the terrible consequences if King Dharma Kusuma wins this war? Or perhaps they do know but still choose to fight simply because they are soldiers bound by loyalty to their king," the young man continued.Prime Minister Bayu Aji recognized that the young warrior beside him had a mi

Mandalasura’s speed and the lightness of his body as he floated through the air to catch the flying arrow left everyone watching stunned — including Arya and Rengga.Ratnasari reacted the same way. But unlike the others, she wasn’t surprised by Mandalasura’s ability — she was shocked because the figure she saw was someone familiar. Someone she had once seen deep within a forest.Her suspicion turned out to be true. Mandalasura had violated a principle that had been upheld by the Black Sect for hundreds of years — a principle that stated the Black Sect would never interfere in royal politics, especially by siding with any kingdom in a war between two rulers.If Sastra Wijaya, the leader of the Black Sect from the Eight Directions, were to find out about Mandalasura's violation, he would likely explode in anger. He had warned his followers time and again not to dare get involved in the political intrigues of kingdoms. Almost every gathering, he would emphasi

Prince Purbaya swallowed hard. What a terrifying war tactic the old man beside him was executing. Yet, when he saw how well-prepared the enemy was, Prince Purbaya could still understand the sacrifice strategy that Mandalasura was implementing.Even so, Prince Purbaya couldn’t help but feel anxious that the sacrifice of his soldiers might end up being in vain.“I understand, Grandmaster. So, what shall we do next?” he asked.Mandalasura didn’t immediately answer. Instead, he turned around and waved his hand at Commander Kartasura, who was already standing ready with ten thousand soldiers behind him. In the hands of these soldiers were shields made of thick iron.After that, Mandalasura also signaled to his eight hundred disciples to move forward first.The fifty-year-old commander understood the signal Mandalasura had given. Without hesitation, he shouted an order for his troops to advance.Following Commander Kartasura’s command,