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Chapter 335: Demon Rule Vs Rule of Power

Chapter 335: Demon Rule Vs Rule of Power

He also delivered a powerful punch that could be felt by the eternal gods. Both of their attacks were terrifying, crushing the space around them.

A terrifying blast, ancient and primal, surged forth. The ancient native’s fist was shrouded in a vortex of collapsing starlight, while Arvain’s strike carried the wailing force of damned legions. The moment their fists met—

BOOM!

Space shattered.

A dome of destruction burst outward, tearing through the battlefield and erasing everything in its path. Mountains in the far distance crumbled into ash.

The shockwave swept through like a divine judgement. Even time itself seemed to skip at that moment.

Everyone present there was shocked, as although many of them had broken into the true god realm after receiving some kind of adventure, their strength still didn’t cross the massive gap between true god and eternal god, as the difference between the two realms was huge.

Only Apollo could remain calm watching the devastating power, as for him it was a basic operation. He quickly used his divine energy to protect Clark and Sara, who almost fell back.

The group following the ancient was also almost blown away, and many were even seriously injured by the shock waves of the clash of these two.

And in the eye of that storm, Arvain and the ancient native didn’t budge.

Their fists were still locked.

The space around them continued to distort, rippling violently. Their energies clashed like rival empires.

The ancient native, eyes glowing brighter, smirked, but within the calm emotion there was a hint of jealousy and hatred. "Not bad. You’ve inherited the Hall of Hell’s darkness well. But can you handle this?"

His aura changed instantly as the terrifying power appeared that seemed to dominate everything.

Apollo, watching from a distance, felt a bit surprised as the ancient being seemed to have understood a terrifying rule that even he wanted to understand.

The ancient being moved his left hand and punched, but this time the oppressive feeling was so strong that everyone felt their body would explode.

This fist was slow, but it was so devastating that it appeared to compress gravity, space even time.

Arvain felt he was going to be blown away as instantly the demonic shadow behind him solidified, and the chain around him instantly covered him to protect him. But the ancient native’s fist didn’t stop.

Boom!

The sound wasn’t just heard—it was felt. A bone-deep, soul-wrenching echo that silenced even the wind.

Arvain was sent flying like a comet, his body wrapped in chains that groaned and cracked under the impossible pressure.

Space screamed as it folded in jagged layers where the fist had passed.

The demonic phantom behind Arvain howled, its form nearly torn apart. Crimson cracks appeared across its body, and the chains shielding Arvain shattered like glass, scattering into fragments that hissed and burnt in the air.

Apollo narrowed his eyes, expression still unreadable, but inside—there was a ripple of awe. "It was really the rule of power!"

There are many kinds of rules, but the rule of power stands out, as it is the most direct rule, but it can also be one of the strongest rules depending upon the person’s understanding.

If understood deeply, then you will get limitless strength that can shatter anything in your path, not needing anything complicated.

But although the rule of power appears to be simple, understanding it isn’t easy, as not many understand its true essence.

Not to mention, seeing the perfect control, he can guess the ancient from the sanctum should have reached the second layer or even the peak of the second layer of the rule of power.

Arvain, blood still dripping from the corner of his lips, stood tall again. The new black chain spiralling from his phantom slowly coiled around him like a serpent, vibrating with resonance as if answering the Rule of Power with something ancient and equally pure.

Apollo turned slightly, his thoughts sharpening. "Let’s see... what rule does the genius from Hall of Hell cultivate in?"

The phantom behind Arvain flared again—and this time, its aura became terrifyingly violent.

Apollo also quickly understood the rule he understood. It was also a very rare rule, the rule of Demon. Although he wasn’t like an ancient being who delved deep into it, as a young genius, it was already terrifying; he understood a rule.

Not to mention the rule of the demon is a ferocious one that improves his strength comprehensively. He clearly was cultivating demonic power; hence, it was a perfect match, making him extremely strong.

Both of them were ready to bring this battle to the next level.

The battlefield trembled under the clash of two rare and terrifying rules.

The Rule of Power, simple yet absolute, surged from the ancient native like a tide meant to drown everything. But now, something just as ancient—just as primal—rose to meet it.

The Rule of Demon.

Behind Arvain, the demonic phantom pulsed violently. Its eyes burnt brighter than before, and its aura twisted into a cyclone of destruction and rage. It no longer resembled a shadow bound by chains. It had become a warlord of wrath.

Now, as Arvain lifted his hand once more, the shadowy chant of his phantom deepened. Ancient, guttural syllables echoed through the sky, forming a demonic brand behind him—half halo, half curse seal.

He stepped forward and, with a voice like steel wrapped in fury, growled.

"So what if you understand power? I’ll show you what a true demon is."

Arvain’s words rang like the toll of a war bell, vibrating through the bones of every onlooker. The phantom above him loomed like a god of slaughter, its fangs bared and wings of twisted night spreading wide.

The Rule of Demon surged forward, no longer restrained. The brand behind him pulsed once, and the world responded. Demonic power erupted like a tsunami, shattering the space around him.

Even the ancient being’s expression became more grave as he also felt the demonic power.

Arvain vanished.

The next instant, he appeared before the ancient being like a falling star. In his hand, a massive blade formed of pure demonic power and hellfire boosted with the rule of demon, etched with living runes that screamed as they devoured the light around them.

But the ancient entity was also ready as the rule of power surged, space around him torn as he faced the attack.

Boom!