"Heavens—what level of spiritual energy is this?!"
Luca stared at the blazing fireball rushing toward him, his teeth grinding audibly. Rage, disbelief, and a trace of fear churned violently in his chest.
"Why hasn't it dissipated yet?!"
Huh—!
The Star of Great Stillness surged violently. The fireball formed by four interlocking flames began to exude a faint, hazy mist, yet the aura released was anything but gentle. It was pure destruction—cold, absolute, merciless.
That breath brushed across Luca's senses.
His scalp went numb.
This was not ordinary flame, nor demonic fire, nor even a refined spiritual blaze. It was a condensed calamity—an executioner forged from stillness itself.
Yet Luca was the Holy Son of the Heavenly Demon Sect.
Retreat without resistance was not written into his blood.
"Bloodline inheritance technique—Soul-Killing Spear!"
Luca roared.
