On the battlefield, Zombieman, the eighth-ranked S-Class hero, was locked in an unprecedented struggle!
Before him, a man who looked entirely ordinary, dressed in rags, floated in midair.
He made no attacking motion, merely waving his hand casually.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Hundreds of enormous spheres of energy descended from the sky like divine punishment!
They completely engulfed Zombieman, along with everything within hundreds of meters around him!
"Damn it... this guy..."
Relying on the monstrous regenerative ability that made him all but immortal, Zombieman rose again and again from the terrifying energy bombardment!
Yet his dark eyes, long indifferent to life and death, were filled with unprecedented gravity!
He knew there was a fundamental gulf in power between himself and the Dragon-level monster before him, who called himself Homeless Emperor!
His opponent's attacks were neither psychic nor physical.
They were true "divine power," personally bestowed by the so-called "God"!
"It's over, hero."
Homeless Emperor looked at the "undying one," whom he could not kill no matter how he attacked, but who likewise could not take another step toward him, and smiled pityingly.
He slowly raised his hand, concentrating all the blessings from "God" into a single point.
He would use his strongest blow to utterly purify this tenacious insect!
Yet, just as he was about to unleash the final strike that could erase Zombieman from existence altogether...
A languid voice suddenly sounded behind him.
"Hey."
"Did your 'God' ever teach you..."
"That when you're fighting, you shouldn't..."
"Leave your back open to an enemy?"
"What?!"
Homeless Emperor was horrified!
He whipped his head around, only to see the black-haired demon king, who should never have been here!
And...
That hand, which had already pierced all his energy defenses and rested lightly against his chest...
An ice-cold hand.
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