Abyssal Blood War

A huge iron ball fell out of the shattered box.

It was exactly the same size as Iola's Core. Dense Rune Arrays were engraved across its surface, radiating intense energy fluctuations. The Regicide Sword had nearly cleaved it in two, immediately extinguishing the camouflage runes that had originally shimmered with flowing light as it fell straight toward the ground.

This was not Iola's Core!

Akeon was bitterly disappointed. He naturally knew how important Iola's Core was, which was why he had brought people to intercept it at any cost.

After realizing that it was a trap and that he could not defeat them by force, making it impossible to seize Iola's Core, he had already decided to flee.

But before fleeing, he also had to destroy Iola's Core.

What he could not obtain, he naturally could not allow Rayne to take away safely, either. At the same time, the explosion of Iola's Core would produce destructive power more terrifying than a Tenth Circle Spell. It might even kill Rayne, Ansiwodoss, and the others, accomplishing several goals at once.

But the result was an iron ball...

Akeon felt as though he had been thoroughly toyed with. Fury blazed within him, and two furious flames shot from the eyeholes of the Crown of the Master as he glared at Rayne.

This had to be Rayne's scheme!

"Rayne Augustus, I will repay today's grudge tenfold someday!"

Akeon's roar resounded across the sky, but anger had not clouded his judgment. Seeing his plan fail, he no longer hesitated and began retreating. He did not even have time to deliver a finishing blow to the immobile Golden Three-Headed Dragon nearby. With a flash, he appeared beneath the gravely wounded Hell Three-Headed Dragon.

"Hah..."

The Eternal Chosen One let out a great roar, guiding the Fel