The Earth Ancestral Demon possessed true regeneration.
Even if their body were smashed into minced flesh, even if their bones were ground into dust, as long as a trace of origin remained, they could regenerate anew.
But the Heavenly Demon Clan was different.
Their foundation lay not in rebirth, but in integrity.
Their bodies were forged to be complete—unbroken, undamaged. What they possessed was terrifying repair, not regeneration.
Once the core structure collapsed… death was final.
"I heard that the Heavenly Demon Clan and Blackspire Mountain possess astonishing self-healing abilities," Ethan said calmly, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield.
"Now that I see it… the rumors were not exaggerated."
A faint smile curved his lips.
Around Luca stood what remained of Blackspire Mountain's elites. Their auras were chaotic, their breathing uneven, their eyes filled with a mixture of vigilance and dread.
Ethan's gaze dropped briefly to the scattered bones on the ground.
