Both Sides in Desperate Haste

A glint flashed through Teres's eyes. Though "Agulie" had just been suppressed by him, whether it was muscle strength, combat reflexes, or even recovery ability, all of it exceeded his estimates. He had faced countless opponents and possessed extraordinarily rich battle experience. For "Agulie," in his current state of forcibly wielding a divine artifact, to still display such qualities, he was absolutely no opponent to be underestimated. And this mysterious figure who had suddenly appeared seemed to be connected to "Agulie." He was still at full strength and gave Teres an even more dangerous feeling.

Yet Teres remained utterly confident. He was now only one final step away from a Kingdom. Let alone two peak Devil Emperors—even twenty of them—he was confident he could defeat them. Because he was not merely "Teres." He was also "White Night"!

The strongest beneath the transcendent rank.

Shura moved. With a spring of his feet, he flashed before Teres. His hand formed a claw, wreathed in a faint aura of destruction, and reached for Teres's face. Just as Teres was about to react, Shura suddenly transformed into an afterimage and appeared in midair. The Shura before him had actually been a phantom. The real Shura had already moved silently behind him like a specter. Had Teres not reacted swiftly enough, he would have been caught.

Teres had only just evaded Shura's sneak attack when blade qi filled the sky, tearing through the air and sealing off every direction around him—above, below, before, behind, left, and right. Teres snorted coldly, spread his fingers, extended both hands, and traced a great circle. Countless flickering crystalline lights instantly appeared around him, layer upon layer like mirrors. The sharp edge of the invincible Origin-Breaking Blade was completely reflected away by those mirror-like crystalline lights, and some of it