The Story Never Ends

Gerald also couldn't believe it. How can a sword speak and be this strong?

"There must be an expert controlling it from somewhere." He guessed and tried to locate the culprit with his senses. But the problem was that he had yet to unlock his Divine Sense.

Hence, he couldn't catch sight of any individuals, including Davion who was mediating some distance away from his vision. Except for sensing unusual fluctuations there, he saw nothing.

"Is he hiding there?" He turned to look in that direction.

But Malcolm became furious when he saw the other party disregarding him.

"You dare to look away during a battle?" He chided and struck once again.

The sword rotated uncontrollably in the air and it came crashing down while carrying a violent cyclone made of devil essence behind it. This time the attack was far more devastating than the earlier one.

"Damn! I can't take this by myself." Realizing the impending disaster, he hurriedly roared, "Lend me a hand."

The others nodded and simply fired beams of devil essence straight at the sword. Knowing how sharp the sword was, they didn't take the risk of taking it head-on like how Gerald did previously.

The other reason was that these devils haven't awakened their unique abilities. That's why they could only fight by either using their powerful physical body or in this way. The same went for Gerald too.

"BOOM"

A terrifying explosion took place, destroying everything in a kilometer radius and creating a deep pit with clouds of smoke billowing out from it.

***

A hundred kilometers away from this area, there was a small stronghold about the size of a football field that had walls and buildings made from worn-out rocks.

Despite its poor state, many devil commanders were guarding the place. They were wearing broken armors and radiating a strong sense of bloodlust. It looked like they had taken part in hundreds of battles and killed thousands of enemies.

At this moment, in the center, a middle-aged bald man in red robes having an ugly face was sitting on a throne on top of a platform having four large pillars. Various bright gems were embedded on them, illuminating the whole stronghold.

In front of him, a gray devilish wolf about 20 meters long was narrating the events inside the swap. Then abruptly, a large explosion sounded, causing the expression of the wolf and the bald man to change instantly.

"King, it's the same direction where I came from."

"It must be an enemy attack."

The wolf spoke in a flustered manner.

"I see." The bald man calmly gazed in that direction. He wasn't as panicked as the wolf because such battles and ambushes were a common thing here. Only the strongest survived.

Nonetheless, there was one thing bothering him inwardly. The possibility of the presence of a devil king.

"Are those bastards trying to lure me in? Or is the culprit some other person?" He stood up and pondered for a while.

Like him, many devil kings had established their strongholds here. Their purpose was to mine the devil stones formed from the devil veins that were deep underground.

As a result, there were always fights taking place among each other for resources. Sometimes, they even shamelessly team up and sneakily strike a devil king, catching him by surprise.

Later, they would divide the stronghold for themselves after winning. Although there were lots of news where one party betrayed the other in the end, such behavior of working together wasn't uncommon.

So, was he going to become a victim today? He couldn't be sure. After all, those bastards couldn't be trusted.

While he was in deep thought, he noticed something cracking inside his spirit ring.

"This…" When he looked in, he found that it was an old orb.

"They dared to touch Gerald?" His face flushed red with anger. Remembering the tones of resources, he had spent on cultivating Gerald, made him boil with fury.

Thus, with no hesitation, he flew straight in that direction while leaving a message to his subordinates.

"Stay on guard! Kill anyone who dares to trespass here."

"I will return soon."

***

"What a shame! How can a Saint like me be tied up with these measly devils?" Malcolm got irritated when they managed to survive his strike unscathed.

"With my current cultivation base, dealing with so many devils on the same level as me is quite difficult. It seems like I have to use the ability of this sword."

He had no other choice now if he wanted to end the battle as quickly as possible.

"Suppress."

The moment he said this, the sword glowed and silvery overbearing energy waves were released in the pit, making everyone here feel sluggish and difficult to breathe. Not only that, but they felt that their strength was steadily being drained by something.

"What is this power?"

"I feel like I can only burst out with power at the Devil Minion Stage."

"Me too."

The devils were frightened by this sudden change. Especially the ones who had just reached the Devil Commander Stage as they felt their cultivation base declining.

"Calm down! You all." Seeing how they were acting, Gerald couldn't help but shout, grabbing their attention.

"We just need to get out of his range to restore our abilities." He spoke with confidence.

"I see." The devils realized that they only had to get out of the pit. Therefore, they began running like headless chickens.

"Humph! It's not easy to escape." Malcolm scoffed and unleashed another ability of the sword.

"Swords of Darkness."

Since Devil World lacked sunshine, the dark energy here was extremely concentrated than the Human World. So, hundreds of dark sword energies easily materialized out from thin air and crashed down upon them.

"Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!"

Due to the power of suppression, everyone was uncomfortable. Neither could they move properly nor bring out their power properly. They felt that they were occupying some other person's bodies.

That's why they couldn't dodge these attacks. The weaker ones were pierced and died on the spot. Whereas the stronger ones too were stabbed but they barely managed to protect their vital parts.

However, the effect of the dark energy was gradually killing them. It was corroding their essence and internal organs.

Nevertheless, Malcolm wasn't satisfied when perceiving this. He wanted to kill them in a jiffy as using two law runes of the sword at the same time was quite difficult for him.

"I have to take advantage of this chaos." He made up his mind and the devils then saw a silvery light streaking past them rapidly.

Everywhere it passed, cries and wails of devils could be heard. Moreover, even after their deaths, they would only have their bones left as remains. Indeed, the sword was absorbing their essence and growing stronger.

Gerald, catching the sight of this, bellowed in anger as he kept deflecting the sword energies with his bone armor. "Stop! You monster. If you have the guts then fight with me."

But as a devil living for thousands of years, how can Malcolm follow his wishes? Did he consider him a fool?

"Humph!" Malcolm harrumphed coldly and continued with what he was doing. In this way, time passed seconds after seconds, and he became stronger and stronger.

In the process, the external appearance of the sword was also changing. The hilt had already become pitch black and was giving off oppressive devilish vibes. Its aura was getting more powerful and the black color was beginning to slowly spread on the blade.

A couple of minutes later, everything suddenly died down, causing all the devils to sigh in relief. But right now, only about 20 devils were left standing and they were not in a good condition.

"Why did the sword stop?"

"Did it run out of gas?"

They were puzzled and couldn't understand what was happening.

"Look there!" A devil pointed to the sky and exclaimed.

When they turned there, they were dazzled by a silvery and black beam of light that was shooting from the sword straight into the sky. Next, they intervened together, and a phantom of an ancient devil thousands of tall appeared in everyone's vision.

"My God! What the hell is this phenomenon?"

The bald king who was rushing here saw this sight as well and cried out.

"Damn! Those bastards might have also witnessed this. Won't it create big trouble if they all arrive here?" Beads of sweat could be seen on his forehead.

"Anyways, I should take a closer look at it first. I believe it might be due to the birth of a treasure or some type of an opening to a secret realm." Being a late-stage Devil King Realm expert, he knew many mysteries of the world that normal devils could never.

Having these thoughts, he increased his pace.

Actually, nobody except Davion knew that this was not a phenomenon but the soul of Saint, which was just restored after reaching the Nascent Soul Stage.

"Hehe, how do I deal with all of you now?" Malcolm chuckled in disdain as his gaze met the insects on the ground.