The golden light from the protective dome in the sky suddenly faded slightly, leaving behind a dim red glow covering the entire roof of Camp Bogor.In the middle of the courtyard, Eka's pitch-black eyes slowly returned to their natural brown color. Sabeni's consciousness faded, returning into the core of the God-Slaying Sword. As soon as the Demi-God entity's influence vanished, the physical torture accumulated in Eka's body immediately exploded all at once.Eka coughed violently. Black blood mixed with saliva came out of his mouth, dripping onto the muddy ground. An extremely heavy fatigue slammed into his joints. The skin on his right arm, which was blistered, felt as if salt water was being poured over it. Eka stumbled forward, almost falling if Sopian had not quickly caught his shoulder."Eka. Are you alright?" Sopian wrapped his arm around his cousin's shoulder. The shock on Sopian's face still remained as he looked at the giant dome above them.Eka wiped the blood from his chin

The air inside the logistics warehouse felt scorching hot and suffocating. The golden-red light radiated through the holes in the tin roof, drenching dozens of people sitting cross-legged on the concrete floor.The sound of bones cracking and shifting echoed in harmony, creating a sickening symphony. Absorbing hundreds of Spirit Runes at once was not a blessing. It was a physical torture that ripped through the boundaries of mortality. The radiation energy from Sabeni's Dome forced their pores open wide, sucking in demonic spirit energy at an illogical speed.Eka sat in the middle of the room. His skin turned red like boiled meat. Sweat mixed with blood seeped from the pores of his neck and arms. He was digesting the Peak C-Rank Spirit Runes belonging to Gito and dozens of other demons. His internal energy channels were forced to expand, tearing his old muscle fibers to replace them with a new, far denser network. Eka ground his teeth until his gums bled,

"SOLDIERS... KILL THEM ALL."Sopian's war cry tore through the freezing morning air. The muscular young man ran through the golden light membrane of Camp Bogor's protective dome. His boots slammed against the muddy ground, creating splashes of dirty water mixed with volcanic ash. Ten C-Rank Hunters ran close behind him. Their eyes burned sharply, pumping pure Qi into their muscle networks and weapons. The fear that had chained them to the lower caste for so long had burned away. In front of them, the B-Rank White Elf defense line was waiting. The pale demons stood in a tight formation. Their ice armor reflected the overcast light. They did not roar like wild beasts. They grinned, showing off rows of pointed fangs dripping with purple venom, underestimating the group of humans who dared to challenge them outside the safe zone."Stay behind me." Sopian roared. The veins on his neck bulged hard. "No one steps forward before their swords are blocked

Eka crashed hard onto the invisible floor. The smell of wet earth and blood from the Right Wing battlefield vanished instantly, replaced by cold air that suffocated his lungs.The young man coughed violently. Fresh blood dripped from his nose, falling and dirtying the dark surface of his subconscious dimension. Eka clenched his fists tightly, squeezing the empty air. The sharp pain across his internal organs from the forced cultivation and non-stop combat still throbbed intensely. However, that pain was overshadowed by the rage exploding in his chest.He had just been preparing to shout the command to decapitate the White Elf leaders conducting the summoning ritual out there. The Abyss Faction's morale was at its peak. They could have shattered the White Elves' formation in a single charge. Yet, this bastard entity pulled his consciousness out of his body at the most crucial second."What are you doing, Sabeni?!" Eka growled in anger. He forced his knees t

"Do not waste my Qi, you damn Samurai Demon! Finish that trash immediately!" Eka's roar sliced through the noise of the battlefield. The young man's voice no longer sounded human. His vocal cords seemed to scrape against barbed wire, filled with dark energy distortion flowing heavily in his throat. Hearing the harsh curse and direct order from his vessel, Kuro-Oni stopped his steps. The samurai demon stood frozen on the scorched earth. His black katana, which had been parried by Azaroth, was now dripping black blood from the cut on his own face. Kuro-Oni's pride was hit extremely hard. Not because he was yelled at by a human, but because he realized a humiliating fact. He was a demon who had evolved to touch Level S thanks to Sabeni's resonance, yet he was wasting time indulging in a swordplay game with an A-Rank demon who thought himself pure and noble. He had let his knightly ego ruin his killing efficiency.<