THE VILLAIN'S POV

Chapter 623: The Soul of Reincarnation (2)

Flinging the arrow from his hand, Zibar wrapped his fist in Dark Aura and obliterated the beast below him, the detonation slamming against the Shadow Sect’s walls as a curtain of mist billowed out, veiling everything around them.

Seconds later, a hoarse, menacing laugh spread through the smoke as Zibar stepped out slowly from behind the drifting shroud.

“Ha! Six against one? Have mercy on me!”

Dusting his cloak, Zibar smiled as he looked over his new hosts.

’Wave Controller .. looks like a mere child who hasn’t even come of age… which only proves absolute control. Impressive.’

The one behind that sweeping, crushing attack was just a blond boy in a hood.

He had taken position behind the others, ready to strike at any moment.

Farther back still stood a dark-skinned woman bearing a great bow—the source of those terrifying arrows.

Two duelists, a tank, a spearman, a Wave Controller, and an archer…

All of them were SSS-tier.

It was a terrifying formation, but Zibar kept probing for whatever lay hidden beyond them.

“Where is your leader? I don’t see him among you,” Zibar asked, as the spearman advanced with Angri at his side.

“There’s no need for him. You’re not leaving this place alive.”

“I see,” Zibar said—then opened his mouth again in their faces.

“Show me what you’ve got!”

BOOOOOOM!!!

Spewing a roaring beam that tore the void ahead of him, Zibar blasted both the spearman and Angri back at once, then surged toward the rest.

In mere seconds he crashed into Avalon and the other duelist, trading blows at the speed of light.

All the while, his body absorbed hundreds of arrows that shattered one after another against him.

They came from everywhere, skimming past Avalon and the other duelist by a hair’s breadth…

And that wasn’t all—every shot was placed with perfect precision on vital points.

“What a terrifying archer…”

Zibar muttered as he snapped into a rapid retreat .. the sky had lit with a strange, deep blue, and rains of Aura were cascading down on him.

The Wave Controller was relentless, targeting every opening the demon showed.

BOOOOM!!!

Assaulted from all sides, Zibar evaded everything as four fighters hounded him at once while two more attacked from afar.

“They’re beneath me in raw power, but they’re closing the gap through coordination.”

Forced into a high-tempo fight across multiple fronts, Zibar cranked his Aura output to the maximum .. unleashing thousands of strikes in seconds as he tried to break the encirclement.

But the attempt failed: Angri blocked him in tandem with the spearman, while the two duelists pressed him head-on.

Their coordination was terrifyingly flawless; they left no openings at all.

Bearing that insane pressure, Zibar’s smile only widened with every blow he took.

“Entertaining enemies.”

The flow of battle was entirely against Zibar, yet the demon didn’t seem bothered in the least .. as if his current situation meant nothing to him.

What stood there was only a copy. A tremendously powerful copy… but a copy all the same.

When he found himself surrounded, Zibar’s body flared with a strange radiance and his eyes lit up.

“Shall we tip the scales a little?”

Spreading both arms wide, Zibar unleashed a baleful pressure that froze everyone around him in place.

“This is—”

“The Soul of Reincarnation!”

Before their eyes, one of the world-breaking abilities appeared in full.

There are only Six Souls in existence—and the cursed Agaroth happens to possess them all.

The Demon King was a true enigma, for he also wielded an extra, world-breaking gift that let him share his powers with whomever he wished—as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

Zibar was one of the hosts of that immense might.

In a single instant, where there had been one, there were three, and the tide flipped completely.

“Three copies, each carrying fifty percent of the original’s power…”

Though his individual strength had dropped, turning the fight into six-on-three let Zibar break the encirclement. Instead of facing six at once, each copy only needed to handle two.

“Even if my power falls to fifty percent, that applies only to my Aura output … which means the force I can wield still sits within Origin Revelation!”

BOOOOOOM!!!

“I am one of the Top Ten Ranks! What made you think you could pen me, of all people in!?” Zibar laughed loud, turning the battlefield into hell.

But despite the unprecedented blast, his enemies withstood him savagely, barely shaken by what he’d done ..

as if they’d expected it.

Zibar was a true monster: physicality and hardness beyond imagination, with power and strikes that could butcher the likes of Blatir with ease.

Yet those six endured everything he hurled at them, fighting in silence without a single wasted word.

Their coordination, the way they moved…

It was as if one mind was fighting, piloting all their bodies.

“The battle’s six-on-three… and I still can’t seize the advantage.”

Zibar’s thoughts raced as he sought to break them.

At first he targeted the archer and the Wave Controller, but they turned him back—especially the bow-bearer. She was just as lethal up close as she was from afar.

“Just who exactly are those four?”

He scanned their faces. He recognized Avalon and Angri… but the other four were a mystery.

“I can’t deploy more copies above fifty percent .. my original body, along with another at eighty percent, is already roaming the world…”

From the start, this demon had been only a copy. True, he hadn’t overturned the tide against his foes… but they, in turn, had failed to crack his defense.

The fight was perfectly even; the outcome opaque; every possibility still on the table.

Relishing the battle, Zibar cut his thoughts short.

“No point overthinking .. let’s smash each other with everything we’ve got and see who’s left standing!!”

Meeting them head-to-head, Zibar made the six feel the terror of the Top Ten Demons, who hadn’t budged from their thrones in thousands of years.

If a mere copy could hold off six SSS-tier fighters… what would happen if the real one came?

The thought alone was a nightmare .. let alone its realization.

Before the Shadow Sect, a battle shook the entire continent and drew a new ceiling for power upon the Earth.

Whether for the human side ..or for Zibar .

the victor would undoubtedly reshape the War of Darkness from this moment on.

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Far from the Eastern Nightmare Lands, back on the Ultras Continent ..

there raged the war everyone knew, far from what had transpired in the shadows.

There, specifically where the Empire’s forces were positioned,

the field flashed violet as three figures appeared from nowhere, returning to the main battlefield.

On that day, Frey and Snow finally returned to rejoin their comrades .. having toppled the Church and completed their mission successfully.

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