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Guan Jinyue made the first move. She raised her right hand, her five fingers forming a knife shape, and made a vague slash at the nearest dark gold chain.

A silver crack, barely visible to the naked eye, flashed through the air and silently imprinted itself on the chains.

Chen Guan followed closely behind, using all his strength to swing the sickle he was using as a cane in a semi-circle. The black blade, carrying his last bit of power, struck the same spot that Guan Jinyue had attacked.

clang.

A deafening roar, so deep it was almost muffled, resounded like a battering ram striking ancient ice.

The silver runes on the chain's surface shone brightly, and an absolutely sacred power burst forth from within them.

Guan Jinyue's space-tearing slash was weakened by 90% the moment it hit the runes, leaving only a light white scratch on the chains.

Chen Guan's scythe was violently thrown away by a tremendous force.

The force of the shockwave flowed down the hilt of the knife and into his arm, splitting his hand on the spot. The bones in his entire right arm were creaking and could shatter at any moment, and he was shaken so badly that he staggered back several steps.

One test nearly caused him to collapse on the spot, and his newly recovered mana bar disappeared by more than half during the recovery process.

I haven't been this disheveled in a long time.

Chen Guan looked up at the unmoving chain.

Guan Jinyue also stepped back, his face even colder than the frost beneath the ground: "No, it can't be opened."

Chen Guan didn't speak, looking down at his numb and trembling hands. He knew that even if he used this kind of scraping attack, he could never budge this thing even if he kept at it until the end of time.

It seems I have no choice but to risk my life.

He took a deep breath of air that almost froze his lungs, and his gaze hardened again.

Chen Guan raised his hand, no longer suppressing the burning sensation in his palm, letting it wash over his body like a flood breaking through a dam.

"hiss……"

He couldn't help but gasp. The black lines spread wildly from the center of his palm, climbing up his wrist and forearm, and in the blink of an eye, they engulfed his entire arm.

The jet-black scales burst through the skin and rolled out. This demonization was more thorough and more painful than when it happened to Asmodeus.

A force that doesn't belong to him is forcibly taking over his body.

Guan Jinyue glanced at him, sensing the violence of that power. She didn't say anything, but silently raised her hands.

An even brighter silver light gathered in her palm, causing the surrounding space to distort slightly.

The two looked at each other.

The next second, they moved simultaneously.

Chen Guan's demonized arm muscles bulged, veins popping out. He wielded the scythe into a black whirlwind, all his power converging on the cold glint at the tip of the blade.

Guan Jinyue then pushed his hands forward, and a silver light blade instantly tore through the space in front of him.

One black and one silver, two attacks, once again precisely striking the same spot on the chain.

sizzle.

The sharp, corrosive sound pierced the eardrums, like metal being splashed with strong acid.

The silver runes on the chains flickered wildly, like an overloaded machine, bursting out with unprecedented light in an attempt to repair the torn gap.

Chen Guan's demonic power, however, tainted the sacred runes like a leech, while Guan Jinyue's spatial power tore their structure apart at its very source.

Two forces, one internal and one external, combined to create a decisive victory.

The rust on the chain began to peel off, and the white mark was torn into a hideous rift.

Click.

A slight, crisp sound.

Then came the second and third sounds.

Spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly from the breach, instantly covering the entire chain, which was as thick as a water tank.

Chen Guan and Guan Jinyue's attacks continued. Both of them were acting like madmen, squeezing out the last bit of energy from their bodies and pouring it into this final attack.

at last.

In a deafening roar that echoed through the earth, like the dying cry of an ancient behemoth.

The dark golden chain that stretched from heaven to earth was broken.

The shockwave from the fracture transformed into a tangible airflow, violently sending the two flying.

The moment the chains snapped, the world before Chen Guan's eyes changed.

The extreme cold and darkness receded, and warm air and deafening demonic roars flooded the senses.

He found himself standing on a familiar pile of ruins.

No, it's not the ruins from my memory.

This is Ash City, a complete and magnificent Ash City at its zenith.

Countless powerful demons prostrated themselves on the ground, gazing up at the crimson sky with fanatical worship in their eyes.

Chen Guan looked up, following their gaze.

Two figures are facing off in the sky.

One of them was a boy who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, with flamboyant eyebrows and an innate arrogant and unruly temperament.

Chen Guan recognized that face all too well; it was none other than Baal, who was pretending to be young despite his youthful appearance.

Opposite Him stood a human dressed in a simple gray robe.

It was a man, tall and imposing, holding a black staff in his hand.

His face was not clearly visible, but his imposing and dignified demeanor was in no way inferior to that of the demon chief opposite him.

A devastating black flame swept behind the boy, Baal, burning half the sky.

The man holding the staff simply stood there quietly, blocking all the flames in front of him, not allowing him to advance an inch.

Who is that human?

Why is it able to rival Baal?

Countless boasts made by Baal echoed in Chen Guan's mind as he desperately tried to see the man's face clearly.

Just as he tried to focus his gaze, the entire image, like a mirror shattered by a heavy hammer, collapsed into billions of light fragments.

"Huff... huff..."

Chen Guan suddenly snapped out of his daze, knelt on one knee on the cold ground, panting heavily, his heart pounding like a drum.

The demonization has faded, leaving only a burning, excruciating pain.

In his line of sight, the broken chain was spewing out its last silver arcs of electricity. Guan Jinyue stood not far away, his pure black eyes looking at him, his brows slightly furrowed.

Clearly, he wasn't the only one who noticed the strange occurrence earlier.

Ignoring the excruciating pain in his body, Chen Guan's mind replayed the brief yet shocking scene from just moments ago.

The human wielding a staff who could stand up to the young Baal above the City of Ashes.

Who is it?

"Shall we continue?"

Guan Jinyue's voice rang in my ears.

Chen Guan didn't make a sound. He used his other hand to support his knee and forcefully lifted his limp body off the ground.

As soon as he stood up, his legs began to tremble uncontrollably. Chen Guan picked up the sickle and slammed it heavily on the ground with the handle, making a dull thud.

That's the answer.

Guan Jinyue didn't ask any more questions and turned to walk towards the second dark gold chain, which was about the thickness of a water vat.

Chen Guan dragged his feet to catch up.

He's too lazy to think about who that human in the illusion who could confront Baal is.

Only one thought remained in my mind.

can't stop.

The two stopped in front of the second chain and exchanged a brief glance.

This time, Chen Guan made the first move.

He released the pressure on the black mark in his palm again, allowing the violent power to wash over his body for the second time.