The Birth of the Demon Blade

In this world filled with dense magical power, four figures stood in silence.

Donnie said, "Wanda's condition is dangerous. She's rapidly drawing closer to Chthon. I can't risk using her."

Oshitt was completely obscured by clusters of powerful white magic. Traces of time and space flowed rapidly through her white pupils as she said, "Chthon is the most cunning among the four of us. To lure him out, we must make him feel absolutely certain of success."

Hoggs also said, "If we don't take risks, that cunning bastard Chthon won't take the bait."

Donnie fell silent for a moment.

Risking Wanda? It was a good idea, but the danger was immense.

Whenever Donnie thought of the scenes from the comics, where Wanda flung chaos waves everywhere, his head began to ache.

It was too risky.

"Even with the connection between you and Chthon, you still can't find him?" Donnie asked unwillingly.

"We can't. The main reason is your sudden rise, which forced him to abandon most of his arrangements," Oshitt said.

For one thing, Chthon had actually left countless traces across the entire Earth. They were all vessels he had prepared for his own descent, but Donnie's forceful rise had frightened Chthon into hiding.

Only when Donnie advanced to become a Unique God did Chthon, like a shark catching the scent of blood, hurriedly make an appearance. Even then, Vishanti, who had prepared for a long time, drove him back. Though badly wounded, Chthon definitely had not died.

Donnie stood silently in place, his brows tightly furrowed.

In the multiverse, within an unnamed rift in spacetime.

A humanoid figure resembling a demon god stood coldly. He was deep within an intertwining of chaos, where destruction and rebirth played out upon him at every moment. His broad black robe seemed