Arga broke the kiss and gazed at Arimbi. They looked into each other's eyes and smiled. "Are you calmer now?" Arga asked. Arimbi shook her head, her expression making Arga want to tease her. "Why? I will return safely. Can't you wait?" Arga asked again. Arimbi sighed deeply. "I don't want to be alone in this place without you, that's all... You don't understand my feelings, how it feels to be left behind when we've just begun to care for each other..." she confessed. Arga chuckled and pinched her nose, then kissed her forehead. "Don't worry, Arimbi. I will always love you, even when we're apart. I will finish this quickly and return... Be patient and wait for me," Arga said, caressing her smooth face. The beautiful girl couldn't say anything more. She rested her head on his chest to ease her anxiety. Arga's fingers gently combed through Arimbi's long hair. He didn't notice the tears that began to fall f

Arga was almost hit. Luckily, he immediately ducked and rolled forward. Then, quickly, he sped towards the giant's head. By leaning on the giant's shoulder, Arga jumped towards the head. But as he was about to stab the sword into the head of the giant Fire Horn Demon, from the mouth of the giant demon, red flames spewed towards Arga. Wwwooooooosssssshhhhh! "Damn!" shouted Arga, who was only two spears away. Quickly, he created a protective stance on his body. The giant's flame engulfed his body. All the demon knights were shocked to see what happened. But Arimbi was not surprised at all. She was very sure, it was not difficult for Arga. The cow-bodied wolves ran towards the demons and Arimbi. With agility, the girl moved to dodge and stab. Dharmasraya's ranks looked chaotic as they were attacked by dozens of cow-bodied wolves. They defended as much as th

The right hand of the giant Fire Horn Devil was severed after a single slash from Arga’s sword.A loud scream echoed, causing anyone who heard it to wince in pain.The massive hand fell to the ground with a heavy thud, shaking the earth beneath. Pale blue blood gushed out like a waterfall.The giant demon howled in agony. Thick veins bulged on his forehead as he endured the excruciating cold pain.His body trembled. The Ice poison from Arga’s attack began to spread throughout the giant’s body.Arga smiled faintly.“I suspected why the Fire Horn Devil seemed weaker compared to the other three Legendary Devils,” Arga thought to himself.“What do you suspect, young warrior?” asked the Ice Devil.“I’m sure it’s because of that inheritance,” Arga replied.“Hahaha! It seems your suspicion is spot on, but when you receive an inheritance, you are the rightful owner of all its power, not them. They are demons who failed to inherit their ancestors’ strength. As far as I know, my comrade was ver

All eyes turned towards the trembling trees, where the sound of heavy footsteps echoed, growing louder with each passing moment.Thump… Thump… Thump…At last, the colossal Demon lumbered into view, emerging from the dense thicket of pines. A hush fell over the gathered group, each member tensing, ready to defend against any imminent attack.Dharmawangsa’s massive head lowered, his gaze settling upon Dharmasraya. A flicker of something akin to recognition sparked in his eyes.“Greetings, Dharmasraya… Do you still remember your elder brother?” Dharmawangsa’s voice boomed, a resonant rumble that shook the very ground beneath their feet.A collective gasp rippled through the crowd as the Demon uttered Dharmasraya’s name. None were more astonished than Dharmasraya himself, whose face mirrored a mix of shock and disbelief.The two brothers locked eyes, their gazes intertwined in a silent, emotional exchange.“You… is it truly you, my brother? Dharmawangsa?” Dharmasraya’s voice trembled, his

The great mace hurtled toward Bima like a falling meteor, its iron head gleaming with deadly intent. With cat-like reflexes, Bima twisted sharply to the left, his body moving in a fluid arc that barely carried him out of harm’s way. But no sooner had he evaded the blow than a wave of inky black aura surged toward him from the palm of the Black-Horned Demon, blocking all escape routes in an instant.There was no time to dodge. Bima drew deep from the well of power within his soul, and from his outstretched hand burst a brilliant blue light that coalesced into a shimmering sphere. This was his Demon Sphere Art—a technique forged in the fires of countless battles. With a swift, decisive motion, he hurled the sphere at the oncoming darkness.Wooossshhh!The black wave split apart as the Demon Sphere tore through it, its ethereal form drinking in the shadowy aura like a sponge. Empowered by the darkness it had consumed, the sphere continued its relentless flight toward the Black-Horned Dem