Sastra Wijaya understood well that the Jade Sky Staff possessed qualities unlike any other sacred weapon. It was an artifact whispered about in countless tales — a relic said to balance the forces of creation and destruction. Yet, despite knowing this, he felt not a flicker of doubt. The energy blade in his grasp pulsed with a heat that mirrored his arrogance, and his faith in its power was absolute.Cold radiance streamed from the turquoise-green staff, spreading like the breath of winter to battle the surging heat that poured from Sastra Wijaya’s blazing energy sword. The forest itself seemed caught between two seasons — half its trees frozen in crystalline frost, the other half wilting beneath suffocating heat.“Let us see, Sastra Wijaya,” Ki Mangkubumi’s voice rang steady, rich with iron resolve, “which of these two — your blazing sword or this staff of heaven — shall determine our fate!”With a single flicker of motion, he vanished, reappear

Ki Mangkubumi, who had been bracing himself against the violent vortex of wind that swirled around him, summoned an additional surge of inner energy, reinforcing the verdant green shield that enveloped his body like an impenetrable armor of living jade. The air crackled with tension, thick with anticipation, as he steadied himself for what was to come.In an instant, hundreds of simultaneous explosions erupted, each followed by towering tongues of fire, the aftermath of the energy sword wielded by Sastra Wijaya striking against Ki Mangkubumi’s protective barrier. The mighty force of the impact shook the old master to his core, each blow reverberating through him like a cascading flood, threatening to overwhelm his very essence.From a safe distance, Rengga, Resi Wiyasa, and the other warriors who had wisely kept their distance watched with bated breath, racing to retreat further as the relentless arcs of energy threatened to spill into their position. Trees were obliterated in an inst

The impact of the clash struck even King Wirabhumi himself. The powerful wave hurled him backward through the air, his body spinning once before he managed to regain balance and soar upward into the sky. He chose to continue the battle above the ground, not out of retreat but to spare the land below from further devastation.“Damn it!” the Demon General cursed furiously, his enraged voice echoing like thunder. He was furious—humiliated even—that this human dared to make a mockery of him.Yet that fury gave way to disbelief when he saw his opponent take flight. A human who can fly? Even though Sukracarya had warned that one of the Demon Generals had been slain by a mortal, he had never mentioned that the slayer could soar through the heavens like a celestial being.But surprise was not fear. The General spread his arms wide and rose higher, his massive frame enveloped by surging flames. In a blinding flare of power, twin horns burst from his skull, his eyes burning with a crimson glow

Curiosity flickered in Jalukarna’s crimson eyes as his previous strikes—each one meant to obliterate—were parried with unsettling ease. Frustration coiled inside him like a serpent ready to strike. With a guttural growl, he drew upon deeper reserves of demonic energy. The air around him trembled; his movements blurred into streaks of shadow and flame, faster than before—so fast that lesser beings would have seen only a phantom.But Pandu Dewanata was no ordinary mortal. Long before Jalukarna lunged, the old master had already anticipated his next move. The core of natural elements within his body sharpened his senses beyond mortal comprehension. To him, even the flicker of light could not escape his perception. Every shift in air, every distortion of energy—he read them as clearly as words upon a page.The duel of bare fists and pure essence raged on, fierce and unrelenting. Every time Jalukarna increased his speed, Pandu Dewanata matched it in kind, his body flowing with tranquil pre

As his roar echoed across the forest, Jalukarna’s form began to blur — and then split. One body became two, then four, then seven. Seven identical figures stood before Pandu Dewanata, each cloaked in dark aura, each radiating the same overwhelming power. Their eyes burned with the same demonic light, their swords drawn in unison.This was his ultimate technique — The Sevenfold Shadow Body.“So, you’ve forced me to reveal my final power,” Jalukarna’s voices spoke as one, overlapping like echoes from the abyss. “But now… you’ll die knowing you stood before the might of a true demon commander!”Pandu Dewanata’s eyes narrowed. He could no longer discern which one was real. Every aura, every heartbeat, every movement was identical. He recalled Sastra Wijaya, who once wielded a similar forbidden art — yet even that technique had only produced five bodies. To create seven was beyond comprehension.Still, Pandu Dewanata did not falter. His sharp gaze darted among the seven figures. Which one