Inheritance

A fierce battle came to an end.

As a massive head hit the ground, the land began to change.

Strands of power spread in every direction. A Fifth Order Demon Lord had fallen, and in that moment, the entire region began to change.

The land stretched for hundreds of thousands of miles, and it gradually warped. Blackness spread across the earth, streaked with fresh blood. Flecks of pure demonic power glimmered within it, their untainted aura stirring a deep, instinctive terror.

The land had been changed forever. The rules that governed it had been altered beyond repair, twisted into something entirely different.

As all this unfolded, the several-hundred-meter-tall demonic body before Arthur began to collapse.

Ankela's body split apart. Thousands upon thousands of cracks appeared across it, and every shred of flesh, every cell, was utterly pulverized. Not a trace of life remained; it was completely destroyed in that instant.

When he acted, he did so with earth-shattering force.

Their exchange of blows had ended with one side's death. The fallen party had not only lost its life, but had been left without even the faintest trace of vitality.

This was to prevent trouble later on.

Fifth Order beings were simply too powerful. Their life force was tenacious beyond anything an ordinary person could imagine.

For a being like that, even a single drop of blood or a fragment of their soul could leave them a chance to return from the dead. They might endure for countless years, then rise again and make a comeback.

Arthur had no intention of giving Ankela that chance.

So he had acted decisively and cleanly.

He had made no move until the moment he struck, then ensured there was no escape. He had utterly destroyed both Ankela's soul and body.

As Ankela's body crumbled