Chapter 645: Titan World (I)

"¡BOOM!"

"¡BOOM!"

"¡BOOM!"

Explosion after explosion filled the dimension's sky, whose environment was nothing but giant volcanoes that pierced the firmament and lava storms that covered every corner of the ground. Flaming tsunamis emerged due to the blasts, generating hundreds of kilometers tall waves.

Cracks in space had already saturated the dimension, but it was so stable that the explosions did not cause real damage. One could only find that foundation level in a Principal Plane or World.

"¡BOOOOMMMM!"

One final explosion generated a large crack in space that almost split the sky in two. All this destruction originated due to two incredibly powerful individuals clashing against each other at superluminal speed and with a momentum that could pierce a Low World's surface.

One of them was a forty-five-meter-tall demonic creature with four large horns and armor of black lava. His entire existence seemed to embody destruction, fire, and darkness, and his physical might made space-time tremble around him.

As for the one battling against such a creature, he was a young man with three faces, six arms, and a perfectly balanced body bathed in white lightning. 

The plane where the battle occurred was not Abyss or Baator. It was one where the landmass split into large dimensions the size of Low Worlds and whose structure resembled an infinite labyrinth, Carceri.

Ezequiel was battling a member of the Demodand Race, a race whose physical power surpassed that of Demons and could equal Titans.

The name of the Demodand bathed in black lava was Irik. Although his talent did not reach the supreme genius level that allowed him to jump a level in battle power, he was still mighty, having formed an Omega Law and reaching the Late Beyond Falsehood Stage.

In a direct battle, Ezequiel would have found it almost impossible to defeat the Demodand since they both focused on the same battle style, and Irik's martial skills were superb. After he evolved into Rank 7 and formed his first Silver Star of Origin, his battle power crossed into Rank 8, reaching the bottom of the Early Beyond Falsehood Stage.

His battle power would have obtained a massive boost if he fused with Entropy, but the Sanctum Battle Partner could not be disturbed now, as he was evolving into the Law Realm. That would take a long time, and Ezequiel could not wait.

The Supreme Neo-Demon also lacked control over World Strength. He used all his power to cut Irik's connection with Carceri's origin and hide their presence. 

All those reasons were why it was excellent that the battle did not start with both in the same circumstances. Irik's body was full of wounds, but the most important was the one in his chest that began on his back and emerged from the front.

It resembled a small cylinder the size of a finger and passed right through the Demodand's heart!

Ezequiel did not come to this place by chance. After a lot of research, he chose this Irik as his prey. He sneaked into Carceri before making his way into Irik's domains and then waited for the chance to perform an assassination strike.

The Supreme Neo-Demon waited for almost six years for the chance to strike, and when he did it, he poured all his power behind the attack.

Ezequiel's strike destroyed Irik's heart and severely damaged the rest of his vital organs. 

Any other race would find their battle power diminished severely after such an attack, but the Demodand managed to keep it in Rank 8. Their race vitality was legendary for a reason.

Irik's eyes were cold and full of killing intent as he stared at Ezequiel. The idea of escaping did not cross his mind at all. He knew that if another Demodand were to find him in such a weakened state, he would lose all his belonging in the best case. Instead, he focused his mind on killing the enemy and devouring his body, which would help him heal and improve his talent.

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The Supreme Neo-Demon's aura was equally cold and ruthless as he stared at the Demodand as a piece of meat. His eyes burned with silver light as Will Force flooded his body, augmenting his physical might.

Fighting a Beyond the Shackles existence was incredibly hard for the Supreme Neo-Demon. Only his True Doomsday Body Path of Power evolved to Rank 7, and he had yet to ignite his first Astral Black Hole. Still, his fighting spirit burned with such might that it made a smile appear on his face.

The battle had carried on for roughly fifteen hours, with both taking big and minor wounds. None had rested for even a minute and were already in the blink of exhaustion. Another direct strike could mark the end of the fight.

"¡BOOOOMMMM!"

Another explosion echoed throughout the dimension, mightier than the one that split the sky, as Irik and Ezequiel put some distance between each other. Immediately, both made their auras explode as they prepared to perform their final strike.

Ezequiel's body grew larger as his muscle mass, and bone density increased. He tapped into the ability of his Immortal Avatar True Doomsday Body, and using the Inner Origin Essence, instead of creating copies of himself, he duplicated what was already there.

Irik's did not fall behind. He pushed his Omega Law to the limit, drawing torrents of magma into his body, making his black lava armor mightier, and transforming his hands into two blades. 

The Supreme Neo-Demon grew three times larger, and Irek's black lava resembled obsidian armor as its power reached its zenith.

"ROAR!"

"ROAR!"

Both Demodand and Neo-Demon roared as they made their energy explode and blasted forward with all they had.

"BOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!"

An explosion of black lava and white lightning filled the sky, burning every form of energy. It was hard to determine the winner as the blast hid both from sight.

Soon, from the explosion's core, what resembled a meteorite of lava and lightning fell to the ground, generating a blast that decimated everything in thousands of kilometers.

Ezequiel was on top of the Demodand. A lava blade had pierced his right lung, and two of his hands grabbed the arm connected to it, stopping it from pushing deeper. 

That lava blade burned his right lung into charcoal, but the truly dire wound was the one on his neck. Another lava blade cut almost a third of it. If it wasn't for his spine and using one hand to stop it from cutting more, he may have lost his head.

On the other hand, Irik's condition was much worse. Two fists bathed in white lightning had penetrated his lungs, and two fingers resembling a spear pierced his head, all the way to his brain.

That clash decided the winner, but Ezequiel did not destroy Irik's soul or Inner Universe. He did not come here to kill a Demodand. He traveled to Carceri to improve his cultivation.

Ezequiel's eyes burned with even more silver flames as a blast of Will Force emerged from him and entered the Demodand's soul.

If the Supreme Neo-Demon had requested assistance or used external help to win this battle, the clash of both wills would have been uncertain. However, even if Irik was resentful, he knew he had lost the battle of body and soul, making him already too weak to resist the battle of wills.

The Demodand trembled as his eyes lost their light. His soul was still present, but Ezequiel's willpower shattered a fundamental part of it.

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