The Future Overlord's laughter echoed like the tolling of a death bell, a sound so wild it made the sky itself tremble.
A new mask, carved from dark, ancient wood, materialized across his face in an instant, extending down to cover his throateoth seven stripe across it
Its surface was etched with arcane runes, pulsating faintly as though alive. His golden eyes glimmered from behind the mask,
. He was far too cunning, far too seasoned in battle, to be caught off guard or killed.
Magman's heart raced and sank deep
as he watched the Overlord descend toward him, almost as if offering himself. Sweat rolled down from his forehead
Magman's temples, and he wiped it away with the edge of his sleeve.
Feeling a bit of dread creeping in
If I summon the Sin Artifact, I'm finished… not even I will survive
Suppressing the tremor of fear
, Magman narrowing his eyes
focused on the Wind Artifact that he just summon
Suddenly a Small clouds coalesced before him, each glinting like crystallized glass on the surface
. They twisted and shimmered, alive with concentrated soul energy. Shining with golden light
Magman drew deeply, his body trembling under the strain. As his smile twist
I only have enough soul energy that is Nummer point
eight
I only have like seventy-six minutes…
He pressed his hand to the surface of the cloud, feeling the vibrations of immense power, and then returned it to his Soul Realm, preparing for the inevitable confrontation.
two figures appeared before the Future Overlord: Lillian Weil, a man whose presence alone radiated authority, and
Lord Singing, a woman whose aura shimmered like liquid moonlight.
Lord singing Artifact hummed violently as she bit down on the mortal instrument, as smoke began curling from her nostrils.
The very air itself around him pulsed with pressure, the artifact vibrating as if straining against some unseen boundary.fircing it way in
Lord Singing raised her flute , as a Phantom like Smoke appear beneath, her teeth that where sinking into a small metallic piece that began to vibrate. Smoke poured from her nostrils, rising into the sky and twisting into ethereal forms.
As her bite deepened, theheavens seem to bend down
the clouds above fragmented scattering like brilliant streams of luminous smoke across the battlefield.
Future Overlord paused for a moment unwilling to advance further, wary of the brewing storm.not even daring to take a step
Without warning he summon , thousands of wooden fists materialized, behind him each a construct of solid,
dense timber, flying through the smoky haze with precision and fury.
Each strike aimed to pierce the smoke itself yet before they could reach him,
Magman appeared at his left flank, calm and calculated.
Lillian twisted his fingers, charging with blinding speed. He raise his two axe and his threw one axe down
As Golden cracks split the axe surface
As it touch surface of the Overlord's armor, and an eerie blue liquid oozed from the fractures, hinting at the immense pressure beneath.
The first blow landed squarely on the Overlord's chest.
Lililiam shouted on top of his lunges
You would fucking regretted it overlord !
A fissure ran through his golden armor as Lillian hurled another axe, which began to grow uncontrollably, its edges expanding far beyond belief. The Overlord managed to still block but his arms shook under the strain as his flesh where torn from it .
Magman raised his palm to the sky with sweat even pouring on his face .
The wind screamed in response, tearing through the clouds, crushing them, absorbing every bit of air around him. The energy coalesced beneath his hand, forming a sphere of invisible speed that hurtled toward the Overlord.the cloud started to escalate failing down
The Overlord reacted instinctively. His hand transformed, flesh and wood merging into dense roots, twisting upward to form a massive wall. Ripples ran across the surface, of the walll
but even as he prepared, Magman was relentless. Behind the wooden barricade, thousands of dense wooden fists surged, striking with precision. Magman swung his sleeve, shattering the wall into splinters with the wind sphere
But the phantom wood like fist lunge forward as magman flew back
But Magman's face was still calm
But his calm was a facade; even he felt the strain of the relentless assault. He tried to maneuver out of the barrage,
but the Overlord's counterattack with a fierce aura emerged from him
To sudden and brutal.
Transforming himself midair,
Futurw Overlorrd , jetting forward like a streak of black lightning with his hand forward ready to crush anything !
magman who saw future overlord came after him raise his hand and threw his hand forward sending out wind blade
Future overlord didn't hav no chance but to doge perfectly.
Lord of singing rise her flute
With a somersault, she flipped over the advancing figure, her Phantom Smoke Artifact unleashing a cascade of smoke that twisted into the shape of a colossal,
female phantasmal warrior appear . Her hands rose, and thousands of miniature fists appear forming out of thin smoke ,
each formed with intense soul energy , that slammed down upon the Overlord.
He barely had time to curse before the first wave struck at him.
The force sent him flying hundreds of yards. His legs caught, the ground as he kann himself down
As the woman's made of smoke caught his legs as he was slammed into the ground three times with earth-shattering force,
forming a hue crater that shattered the terrain and soil inside Magman acted swiftly, sending out another wind sphere, a swirling vortex that split the air around it as the whole dense ground split in half like crater .
Yes… I can kill him! Magman's grin was sharp, predatory.
The artifact Lillian wielded—the Smoke of No Flame—erupted violently. The Future Overlord was thrown over sixty yards, leaving deep fractures in the ground where he landed. Splintered wood partially obscured his mask, two ominous holes forming like eyes in a nightmare. But his face was cover by a garment cloth only his eyes could be seen and future overlord hide them
Magman hovered above the battlefield, his gaze sweeping over the carnage. Fallen warriors littered the ground; elemental forces clashed violently, lighting the field with chaotic brilliance. With a deep breath,
he held the token in his hands and tore it apart. Each fragment erupted into flame, merging with a descending wind sphere.
The resulting explosion formed a shockwave that engulfed the surroundings.
The immortal all standing all where push by the sheer force
As scream could be hear
The sky twisted violently as the pieces coalesced into a colossal wind dragon, its body radiant with raw aura. Blood poured from Magman's hands, flowing down like water streaming into the dragon's form inside the core , and its mouth opened wide, wind-forged teeth gleaming. It roared and descended with terrifying speed. As it sheer wind armor started to shake vibrating with fierce aura
Magman appeared above the dragon, eyes bleeding faintly from exertion, yet his voice was calm
As he breath heavly
.
Ahhhh….ahhhh…ahhh damm it I need to end this battle
"This… is the Token of Blood. Future Overlord… today, you will die." Magman said out loud forming a smile across his face
The wind dragon roared as it descended, its colossal body tearing through the sky like a divine calamity.
The very atmosphere screamed under its passage, pressure crashing downward in visible waves. Warriors across the battlefield froze mid-fight, their instincts screaming danger.
The Future Overlord did not retreat he simply fell down with one leg raiscinh his chest up .
Instead, he laughed.
A single mad laught that echo across the battle field
A new wooden mask covering his face as a crack appear on the surface
From the sheer intense of the dragon
his laughter seeped through, distorted and inhuman. Slowly, deliberately, he raised one hand and spread his fingers toward the sky. With his finger burning with a blue glow
.
A small, ancient tree manifested above his head—no larger than a human torso,
yet suffocatingly heavy with authority. Its bark was blackened, veined with dark emerald lines, and its roots floated unnaturally in the air, dripping faint traces of deathly aura. With small liquid flowing down streaming like river
Gasps rippled through the battlefield.
From within his Spirit Realm, the Future Overlord retrieved a black gem, jagged and imperfect, yet pulsing like a second heart. The moment it appeared, the air grew cold. A noble, wild aura erupted outward, carrying a pressure that felt older than civilizations. As inside the gem it started to crack
Beside him, a small deity began to form.
It was incomplete—its body half-ethereal, half-wooden. Its face was that of a carved woman, expression frozen in eternal sorrow. Two gemstone eyes glowed faintly, watching the world with ancient indifference. As she raise her two hand up
Silence fell.
Even those locked in combat instinctively stopped.
The overlord of the region continent froze he reconciled with this move one time agai
As his fight hovering above the battlefield widened his eyes, disbelief breaking through his composure.
"Impossible… Don't tell me he possesses it…"
His voice trembled.
"The Sage-grade artifact… Supreme Wood of Death."
Where the heck did he even get that !
Even regional overlords stiffened, his expressions paling. That artifact was not meant to exist on a battlefield like this. It was a relic associated with extinction—used only in wars meant to erase entire bloodlines. Itself but somehow it was here
The Future Overlord stood tall, unafraid, not caring about the outsider opinion .
He gave a cold snort.
"All artifacts," he said calmly, "will vanish today. Along with the owners who dared wield them."
As the deity behind him open her plan as
The air distorted.
A black ripple appeared—small at first, then expanding. Soul energy warped violently as space itself seemed to thin. The tree and the black gem floated forward, drawn into the ripple like offerings to a void.
The Fluttering Punching Wood and Death Wood Core fell inside the portal .
At the same instant, the wind dragon reached him.
Magman's eyes widened.
He leapt backward instinctively, blood dripping from his eyes as his soul screamed under the strain. But the Future Overlord smiled.
The ground shook violently.
Grass flattened, stone shattered, and a wild aura erupted outward as a portal opened—dark, layered, and impossibly deep.
The wind dragon try. To turn but was swallowed whole, its roar cut off mid-cry.
One by one, the smoke phantoms collapsed into the portal, followed by Lillian Weil's massive axes.
"No—!" Magman shouted.
Lord Singing reacted instantly. As she try to bring the flute away but the flute was pull down
Lord singing clench's her fist swearing to get her artifact
She surged forward like a true warrior, wrapping her arms around Magman as countless tiny smoke threads—no larger than ants—anchored them together, pulling them back. As her feet started to form a small as it shot out Spike beneath the surface
Future overlord simply took Astro back and doge all the attack
Magman's breath hitched feeling a bit overwhelming .
"I… was tricked."
Suddenly the portal started to sealed itself .
Then the Future Overlord casually lifted it, compressed now into a dense sphere of black light. He ascended and kicked it downward with terrifying precision as it started to form a crack around it .
Lord Singing froze as she felt great fear seeing sighs. Sight .
Lillian was pull by the pressure as his scream from help
From within the collapsing space, Supreme Wood of Death manifested fully.
The deity's hands fell
Her hand plunged into the portal—ignoring space, ignoring resistance—and forcibly dragged out every artifact they had used. Wind fragments, blood essence, smoke cores, axes, even residual soul imprints—all seized.
The artifacts screamed.
Then—silence.
As the whole artifact explode
.....
Far away, Mingyin stood up abruptly, fist clenched so tightly blood seeped from his palm.
"So… they're fighting for real."
...
Across the battlefield, a woman known as the Woman of Peace dodged a lightning strike and halted mid-air as a distant roar reached her ears. Her eyes widened.
Others followed her gaze.
A wind dragon had vanished.
Two smoke women were gone.
Two crimson-glowing eyes remained in the sky.
"What… is happening?"
Someone whispered in horror.
"Lord Singing… Lillian Weil… and one of the Ten Geniuses… they used their strongest attacks together?"
"So they were secretly allied…?"
Magman laughed madly, though blood streamed freely from his eyes and hands.
"My plan… after this year… was all for nothing "
Overlord eyes twist watched silently, awe flickering in his gaze.
"In my youth, I believed talent had limits," he murmured.
"But now… these children… they carry hope. Itself "
A faint smile appeared. In his face as he gritting his teeth
"My daughter may have some rivals."
The Future Overlord, however, did not share their awe.
His heart pounded violently.
I will not die.
Not after humiliation.
Not after suffering.
Not at the hands of that Sovereign Apex Clan bastard.
"I will devour everything," he growled, aura flaring wildly his eyes even turning red.
The carved wooden deity beside him opened its gemstone eyes.
And the battlefield held with a profound meaning as she raise her head laughing
Lillian who saw the artifact explode lightly shouted on top of his lungs
He …. H…he destroyed my artifact alongside magman and lord singing and kill our two comrade
The whole crowd froze