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"Hahaha... It's impressive that you can withstand my attacks, young man."

Upon hearing the voice, Valen and the troops assisting him instantly felt a chill run down their spines.

Turning their gaze in the direction of the sound, they saw a middle-aged man with graying white hair and light black armor. Despite his age, the man's warm smile and vigorous presence made him appear younger.

This man was none other than Heidel, the Archdemon and the leading general of the Demon race in this war.

Observing Valen, who bore wounds from his attack, Heidel crossed his arms behind his back and remarked with a slight smile, "Well done, Spear Hero. You're still far from your predecessor, but you're pretty impressive, hahaha!"

Seeing Heidel, Valen immediately became wary. However, upon hearing his dismissive words, a flash of anger ignited in his crimson eyes.

"Old man, do you dare to be so arrogant just because you managed a sneak attack on me? Is this how your demon race demonstrates its superiority?" Valen asked mockingly, stretching his body slightly, still sore from the earlier impact with the desert rock.

As someone who loved battle, he detested sneak attacks above all else, viewing such tactics as the hallmark of cowardly weaklings!

Meanwhile, the troops at his side instinctively stepped back upon seeing the gloom and anger on Valen's face.

Having been with him for the past few days, they knew very well that he was temperamental and irritable, with poor emotional control.

Rather than risk being caught up in his anger, they quickly distanced themselves, having no intention of interfering in the imminent confrontation.

Heidel, on the other hand, merely smiled and shook his head slightly at Valen's obvious mockery.

"Young man, your tongue is as sharp as a sword. However, you misunderstand one thing," Heidel replied lightly, chuckling softly as he continued: "My attack earlier was merely to test your strength. I wanted to see how you would withstand my sneak attack, and the result was quite disappointing.

Even with the blessings of the transcendent night, you still fall short of the strength displayed by the spear hero who came before you."

Upon hearing this, Valen's eyes widened, and a burst of holy power exploded from his body.

*Boom!*

The explosion of holy power surged into the sky, turning the once-white clouds black with bursts of red lightning.

Witnessing this spectacle, both demon and human troops halted their fighting involuntarily, each wearing expressions of shock.

"What's going on? How could the sky change like this all of a sudden?"

"I have no idea, but it seems to be connected to one of the leaders in the human troops."

"Human troops, fear not! This weather change is caused by the Spear Hero's Holy Power! Hahaha! The defeat of the Demon Race is imminent!"

Amidst exclamations of confusion and excitement from both sides, the battlefield's intensity heightened as the troops resumed their battle.

*Whoosh!*

Bright white holy power condensed, forming an armor of radiant white light that enveloped Valen's body, giving him the appearance of a god of war-like descent into the world.

Gripping the red Soaring Dragon Holy Spear in his right hand, Valen glared coldly at Heidel and declared, "Knowing you're the strongest Demon of the Demon race doesn't mean I'll cower when you mock me like that."

"Today, I, Valen Thugh, the Spear Hero of this era, will defeat you and the entire Demon race to prove that no matter how fiercely your race fights, history will always repeat itself!"

Upon hearing his words, Heidel smiled and replied, "Your words are very interesting. Show me your true strength, and defeat me if you can!"

With that, Heidel swiftly assumed his martial stance, his gaze instantly sharpening.

*Boom!*

Suddenly, an unusually powerful black-colored demonic energy erupted from his body and shot into the sky.

Simultaneously, an enormous and terrifying visage appeared in the heavens, causing the battlefield's temperature to plummet.

The appearance of this face struck fear into the human troops and sparked excitement among the demon troops.

"Hahaha! This is General Heidel's demonic power! The Demon Race is unbeatable!"

"Long live the Demon Race! Long live the Demon Race!"

"Damn! What is this power? How can any living being possess such a deadly pressure and aura?"

"Yeah, I felt suffocated just looking at that monstrous face in the sky."

On the other hand, upon seeing the enormous face looming in the sky, Valen was gripped by an intense sense of death and overwhelming killing intent, causing him to break out in a cold sweat involuntarily.

"What kind of power is this? How could it possibly instill such fear in me?" Valen muttered, his face showing a hint of horror. Discover stories with m,v l'e|m-p| y r

He had believed that nothing could instill such fear in him after Leon's death. Yet he hadn't anticipated that merely gazing at that grotesque face would evoke the same dread within him!

Furthermore, despite the boost in power from the transcendent night last night, he still keenly felt the pressure it emanated!

Taking a deep breath, Valen's gaze sharpened as he focused on the transformed Heidel. The warm smile on Heidel's face vanished, replaced by a cold expression.

Cloaked in Demonic power, Heidel exuded a commanding presence, radiating an aura of invincibility.

"Very well, young man. Let the battle commence!" Heidel spoke indifferently, his gaze fixed on Valen with icy resolve.

Valen quickly dispelled his fear, and his fighting spirit reignited as he stared back at Heidel with determination.

Although the feeling of fear unsettled him, he couldn't help but feel exhilarated when facing such a powerful opponent!

Locked in a tense stare-down, the two abruptly disappeared, initiating their confrontation.

*Boom!*

...

Meanwhile...

"Has the war started yet?"

Sitting in a garden chair and reading a book, Arshley, dressed in a loose navy blue robe, asked Edward, who sat opposite her, in a flat and calm tone.

Edward gave a small nod and took a sip of his tea before answering lightly, "The war began a few hours ago, Saint."

Closing her book, Arshley turned her calm gaze to Edward and asked, "Then, has my brother, whom you claim to be 'The Fated One,' appeared yet?"

Edward fell silent for a moment, letting out a small sigh before replying, "Unfortunately, there have been no reports of the sword hero Leon appearing on the battlefield."

"Nevertheless, I believe he will appear soon. According to the ancient book I researched, stopping this war is one of his duties."

Arshley nodded at his explanation and said nothing more. Although she was eager to meet her brother and her patience was nearly exhausted, waiting a little longer was not a problem.

Just as Arshley was about to resume reading her book, she heard the sudden sound of footsteps and a man's voice coming from beside her.

"I apologize for interrupting your time, Saint Arshley and Venerable Edward."