In the wake of that ripple, the boiling shadows froze, the flowing lava went cold, the ghostly blue ice shattered, and the sickly green corrosion dissipated...
Every conceptual element that constituted the demonic body was forcibly broken down beneath that supreme power of chaos.
Until it was reduced to its most primitive, most disordered origin point!
"No—!!!"
Icarus let out a soul-piercing shriek that mingled utter agony with endless terror.
He felt the core of his will—the chaotic origin that belonged to an Archdemon—being forcibly stripped away, dismantled, and devoured by an irresistible force.
His enormous demonic body trembled and twisted violently.
Then, his six blade arms drooped limply, while the light on his body rapidly dimmed.
Zong Shen remained expressionless, his eyes completely overtaken by chaotic gray light.
The arm holding the chaos short sword was as steady as a rock, while the short sword itself seemed to have become a bottomless black hole.
It began frantically drawing out and devouring Icarus's core power.
The ashen "ripple" swiftly spread across the demonic body.
"Buzz!"
Icarus's mountain-sized demonic body did not explode.
Instead, under the disbelieving gazes of Ragnar and all the surviving Warriors, it silently crumbled and vanished completely like a weathered sand sculpture.
No remains were left behind. Only an unimaginably pure source energy, chaotic and violently frenzied to the extreme, remained.
Like a raging torrent, it continuously surged through the chaos short sword and into Zong Shen's body.
Zong Shen's body hovered in the air, trembling faintly.
The gray light over his body flickered like breathing.
It radiated a suffocating pressure.
He slowly closed his eyes, as though digesting this vast power.
Several seconds later, when he opened his eyes again, the gray light in their depths had become as profound as an abyssal sea, as though