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Black lightning crackled.

From Han Seojin’s hand.

Everyone watched the scene with bated breath.

Seon Woohyeon looked at it with trembling eyes.

‘That is.’

Lightning.

Black lightning.

He knew about it.

—No, he had heard about it from the Empire.

One of the masters of the Seven-Colored Magic Towers had invented magical engineering.

It was the master of the seventh tower—the lightning used by the Purple Tower Master.

「You do not know. How strong the Duke of Heavenly Lightning is.」

「Who is the Duke of Heavenly Lightning?」

「Ah, sorry. I forgot that this nickname is more famous publicly.」

Duke of Destruction.

Wherever he appeared on the battlefield,

Nothing remained—hence the nickname.

As soon as he saw it, he remembered.

To be honest.

Seon Woohyeon should have been thinking about escaping from here.

However, the moment he saw that lightning, his thoughts changed.

‘That can’t be stopped.’

That thought came to him the moment he saw it.

Everyone here was strong.

The barrier was created by the Monks of Kunlun.

And Myeongcheol handled the demonic insects at the forefront.

Additionally, there was a storm made up of demonic insects.

Both tasks were a challenge.

If there were only one, defeating them would be easy.

If there were two, they could manage somehow.

If there were three, it was nearly impossible.

‘Can it be stopped?’

Black lightning.

Black Thunder.

Can that really be stopped?

That thought came to him the moment he saw it.

Kieeeek!!

The storm of demonic insects swelled greatly.

Mysticism.

Its laws existed solely within the laws of reality.

It defies common sense.

It defies the laws accumulated in the modern world.

That’s why it’s mysticism.

Gulp.

Black liquid dripped from Myeongcheol’s eyes. From his mouth and ears, everywhere.

It was an excessive price to pay.

But the price was certain.

The demonic insects, fortified with mysticism, formed a single shape.

—Wolf.

It was a gigantic wolf with the height of a five-story apartment.

The demonic insects took the shape of a wolf.

This was precisely the power of the demonic insects—.

The power of 「Storage」 and 「Form」.

All demonic insects received their power from their king, the Insect Dragon King.

A single demonic insect could 「Store」 an immense amount of mana, and dozens of demonic insects were made to make a 「Form」.

If that shape dispersed, it would result in the death of the demonic insects.

The form holding the mana of dozens of hundreds of demonic insects is extremely troublesome.

There were two of them.

High Realm.

Entities that distort the laws of the world.

In this place, it was as if three complete beings, including Myeongcheol, had descended.

Previously.

It is different from when he demonstrated the Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique to teach Seo Boram.

The two who have just set foot into the high realm cannot fully handle the one who has entirely entered it.

The monk, Myeongcheol, formed a seal.

Raising his index and middle fingers while clenching his fist. Malignant mana gathered between them.

The barrier moved with a rattling sound. Myeongcheol’s eyes turned pitch black.

He looked completely corrupted.

A demon—one who had abandoned his soul and body and fallen to the demonic path.

‘It doesn’t matter.’

Myeongcheol had already resolved himself. He thought it was better to submit to them than to the humans.

Now, they will forever follow the demons and be subjugated by them.

‘It’s still fine.’

Whether the Central Plains or the demons used them, it was the same.

In that case, it is only natural to side with the stronger force.

Slowly, black mana began to consume him.

Myeongcheol’s human form disappeared.

What remained was merely the pitiful figure of a human, like a withered tree.

A demon.

Buzzzzz—The sound of insects’ wings buzzed in his ears.

Insects began to emerge from his body.

From his right eye, something like a maggot emerged, and in his right hand, something like a centipede was gripped like a whip.

Malignant mana took shape.

Hundreds of insects began to gather into one form.

At the same time, two wolves began to move.

And the barrier bolstered their mana.

Woosh!

Huge mana was gathered in their mouths.

Like holding a jewel in their mouths, mana began to clump together in a round shape.

Hundreds of insects formed into the shape of a circle.

Heaven Defiant.

His will, defying the natural order, shook the world’s laws.

Screeeeech.

It began to contaminate the surrounding space.

Immediately, the wolves opened their mouths wide.

Paaaahhh!!

Black beams poured out.

Simultaneously, the sphere of Heaven Defiant flew towards Han Seojin.

“Is this all you’ve got?”

Han Seojin looked at them calmly.

Divine Thunderbolt.

The power that splits stars.

It would be a waste to use it.

If the Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique broke everything, then the Divine Thunderbolt annihilated everything.

The Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique broke everything until only debris was left and inscribed new laws there.

Meanwhile.

Divine Thunderbolt.

‘Leave nothing behind.’

Not even the laws of the world.

Not even the twisted distortions.

And not even the impressions they left behind.

Nothing remains.

Just void.

That’s why, in his second life, his nickname was the Duke of Destruction.

Divine Thunderbolt.

A black lightning was writhing in his grasp, begging to be unleashed.

To go out together, to smash those lowly beings.

‘Who does it take after?’

Truly, it was outrageously ferocious.

Han Seojin smiled as he released the black lightning.

Celestial Conqueror.

The lightning that tramples the heavens.

Rumble!!

The black lightning surged.

A mass of black lightning that seemed to devour everything.

It collided with a flash that seemed capable of consuming everything.

There, the Heaven Defiant’s Sphere, used by Myeongcheol.

It was added.

The black lightning faltered momentarily, but then it began to devour the black flash.

The power of the flash diminished, and the mass of black lightning grew larger.

“What?!”

An astonishing sight. Yet, Myeongcheol was at a loss for words.

Whoooooooosh!!

A blinding bolt of lightning. It burned even Myeongcheol’s flesh.

Gah!!

Myeongcheol coughed up a black liquid.

‘What, what is this.’

He felt the core of his body being twisted.

A part of the tower he had painstakingly built disappeared.

‘This can’t be.’

Martial Artists.

And mages.

They can destroy dantian or circles.

But they cannot destroy manifestations.

Their manifestation was a tower painstakingly built up on the vast land called life.

Regardless of the opponent’s strength, it could be harmed.
But breaking it is impossible.

However, it was broken.

“What is this…?”

Was this possible?

The opponent is merely a High Realmer. But he destroyed the power used by three complete High Realmers head-on.

As if that wasn’t enough, it was gnawing away at his manifestation.

Even though he only took a part of it.

Myeongcheol looked at Han Seojin with a shocked expression.

Meanwhile, Han Seojin was quietly catching his breath.

‘As expected, it was too much.’

His hand tingled.

Han Seojin looked at his palm.

Like half-burnt ashes, his palm had turned completely black.

Great Sky Dancing Divine Mantra.

It was a martial art that completed the body and artificially created the Celestial Body and the flesh above it.

Even though he overlaid this trait on his body here, his hand trembled.

As if it was still too much to use this power.

‘Tsk.’

He clicked his tongue inwardly and put his hand in his pocket.

And he walked forward.

“Protect Lord Myeongcheol!!”

The monks forming the barrier quickly dismantled it.

At the same time, they began to target Han Seojin.

All sorts of demonic insects.

And the revolting mana-infused spells began to target him.

Whoosh.

The first to approach was an unholy black flame.

‘Disgusting.’

Han Seojin lifted his leg.

Swoosh!

The ashen flame engulfed his leg.

Kick art.

With his hands unusable, using his legs was better than any weapon.

Swoosh!

At that moment, a flash struck from the side.

A man cloaked in dark sword qi, Seon Woohyeon.

“I’ll handle this.”

“…Do it.”

Seon Woohyeon is strong.

The elixir he consumed recently has elevated his rank to the high realm.

But he can’t handle all of them.

‘First, that bastard.’

Killing him seemed necessary to make any progress.

Han Seojin looked at Myeongcheol.

Two circles embedded within his heart.

The circle engraved with the Glacial Heavenly Moon moved in his middle dantian.

Glacial Heavenly Moon.

Ice sword.

Crackling.

Above Han Seojin’s head.

A greatsword.

A gigantic greatsword made of ice appeared.

A greatsword over 10 meters long.

It aimed at Myeongcheol.

“Got nothing to say? You wouldn’t. You’ve probably lived doing nothing but trashy things.”

“Heh, heh-heh. Sorry, but can you spare me?”

“Ever wondered why my whereabouts didn’t spread? Because I killed every minion of the Demon King, I came across.”

“…There are innocent kids of Kunlun.”

“Then they must have talent. See that young master of the Peng family? He’ll raise them well, into the Peng family.”

“…”

Myeongcheol looked up at the sky.

He had worked for Kunlun all his life, but it might have been his actions that brought Kunlun to its end.

‘If Senior Brother had been here.’

Myeongjeong.

If he had been there, things might have turned out differently.

Someone who has reached a higher level than him.

Because he wasn’t there, Kunlun suffered.

If only he had been there.

‘No, it’s okay.’

If it’s him, he will avenge them.

In that case, he…

‘At least one arm.’

He will take it with him.

With eyes filled with malice, he looked at Han Seojin and, in an instant, began to wield his mana.

「Don’t do it.」

A powerful voice pierced through his mind, halting his body.

I looked at Myeongcheol with calm eyes.

‘His temperament has changed.’

He had been determined to take at least one arm. His expression had now changed to one of disbelief.

What he felt was…

The presence of a colossal soul.

‘He has arrived.’

Step.

He walked forward.

“Hey, aren’t we seeing each other too often?”

Because of the Insect Dragon King.

That bastard had appeared.