"The monster is dead!"
"Don't run anymore!"
"As expected of Shura God—unbelievable!"
"The Great God Shura has grown stronger again! He killed that terrifying monster in a single strike!"
"At first, I doubted it, but after seeing him wield the hammer, there's no question—Fenric is Shura!"
"Yeah! Who would have thought the quiet Fenric had such achievements hidden away?"
"It's still hard to believe the peerless evildoer of Samsara Space is actually our classmate."
"I feel like I'm dreaming."
"Girls, what if I start pursuing Fenric now—would it be too late?"
"Ha! You think you can compete with Yuhan?"
Their chatter was cut short when Fenric suddenly shouted:
"Everyone, scatter! Now!"
The crowd froze in confusion.
A moment later, the monster's massive "corpse" twitched. Its limbs and central torso rose into the air.
But instead of reforming, they moved independently, attacking on their own.
Boom—!!
Enormous feet slammed into the ground, shaking the earth violently.
Gigantic hands whirled like missiles, slamming down on fleeing humans.
The central eyeball spat torrents of flame, scorching everything in sight.
In mere moments, dozens of people were dead—casualties piling up in a blink.
Fenric's expression darkened.
The monster was too massive, too strong. He couldn't block all its attacks, nor protect so many people at once.
His only option was to draw its focus—to force the monster to chase him.
Boom—!
Thunder rumbled as lightning shot down, summoned by Fenric. Bolts lashed at the monster's limbs.
The strikes caused no real damage, but the paralysis slowed their movements, buying others precious seconds to flee.
Suddenly, the giant eye fixed on a group of students—including Jitto and Isla. Its pupil glowed red.
The sign of imminent fire breath.
The students went pale, despair flooding their faces. They had seen the devastation before. No one believed they could escape.
Just as death loomed—
A figure dropped from the sky, landing between them and the monster.
"It's Fenric!"
Relief spread through the group.
Whoosh!
Flames erupted—not from the monster, but from Fenric's fist.
His hand burned with fierce, golden fire.
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
"Shura… he can use fire too?!"
Before the monster unleashed its breath, Fenric thrust his right palm forward.
Boom—!
A towering flame palm, more than ten meters tall, roared into existence and smashed straight into the giant eye.
The Blazing Buddha Palm—enhanced with searing fire.
The giant eye let out a horrific scream as it was blasted away, tumbling across the ground before lying still.
At once, the monster's limbs collapsed, crashing down like lifeless puppets.
Boom—! Boom—!
The battlefield fell silent.
Then, awe spread through the survivors' eyes.
"As expected of Shura…"
"Too fierce! He's invincible!"
Fenric scowled and shouted:
"What are you standing around for? Run!"
Realizing the monster wasn't truly dead, the survivors scattered again.
Fenric remained behind, facing the broken yet stirring giant.
This creature was no ordinary abomination. A dark entity that resisted thunder itself—something even Fenric's overwhelming strength struggled against.
His combined physical and spiritual power exceeded a thousand points. With critical strikes, he could unleash over one hundred thousand in destructive force—enough to crush even the so-called "Purple Titan" of legends.
And yet, this thing still lived.
The Buddha Palm consumed immense stamina and spirit; he couldn't use it recklessly.
Dozens of seconds passed.
The massive eye shuddered, glowing with rage as it rose again. Slowly, it lifted into the sky, locking onto Fenric.
That tiny human had angered it more than anything in its long existence.
A demon god—though the lowest tier of its kind—still an invincible existence within its domain. Never before had it been wounded.
Until now.
The eye glared, burning with killing intent.
Fenric felt it in his soul—the Death Sense's warning. Death loomed close.
But behind him, the students hadn't escaped far enough. If he left now, they'd be slaughtered.
His expression hardened. He stood his ground, fighting spirit blazing.
Boom—!
Flames erupted along Thor's Hammer, mingling with lightning. The weapon burned like a sun in his grip.
Fenric's voice rang out cold and sharp:
"I don't care what you are. If you want to play, then let's play!"
It wasn't compassion that bound him here, nor some overflowing kindness.
It was a necessity.
The Samsara Space will open soon. If he could stall until then, he could retreat and regroup.
But until that moment, there was no choice but to fight.
And besides… Yuhan was here. For her sake alone, Fenric would not back down.
Boom—!!
Thunderclouds raged across the sky as flames surged higher.
Man and demon collided once more—
And all dark creatures within a hundred miles recoiled in terror.