The Demon Clone asked irritably, "Chthon, why don't you stab yourself? A wounded soul is never a small matter. Even Demon Kings like us have to spend a great deal of effort recovering."
"Of course I will stab myself. Demon, King of Negativity, your true bodies will all have to be stabbed as well. And the long needles must remain in your souls, continuously inflicting damage. Only then will it work."
Chthon said, "Think carefully. If we fail to kill the King of Abilities this time, Kyoka Suigetsu will be even more terrifying next time. By then, forget needles—cutting off his head probably won't help.
"This time, the King of Abilities has only just mastered this ability, so it is relatively weak. Yet even in its weakened state, it still played you for fools and kept injuring you. I don't need to explain how terrifying Kyoka Suigetsu is."
The Skyfathers fell silent. Looking at the wounds on their bodies, their expressions gradually hardened. Chthon was right. It was already this terrifying at the very beginning. This ability had to be strangled in the cradle.
"Then stab yourselves."
Everyone gritted their teeth and condensed long needles, driving them through their own souls. Amid waves of agonizing pain, their consciousness rapidly solidified. Then they discovered that every King of Abilities before them was fake.
The real King of Abilities had actually been hiding behind the Demon Clone, preparing a sneak attack. The Demon Clone's expression changed drastically, and it immediately turned into a cloud of black mist and fled, reforming in the distance.
The Demon Clone cursed inwardly. Why is it me again?
"This method really works."
Everyone sighed in relief. Their faces twisted horribly from the pain. Worse still, they could not stop the agony—not until they killed the King of