The charcoal-white dragon mouth opened slightly, and an ice-blue dial rapidly expanded, causing time in the entire Demon King City to come to a standstill.
The First Generation Demon King was also frozen in place, his arrogant expression fixed.
In the next second, space fluctuated, and a spatial gate instantly appeared before him.
A massive red dragon claw, imbued with terrifying spatial power, slashed toward the First Generation Demon King's body.
Friel had attached spatial laws to her claws.
Spatial power ignores any defense and any distance; this is its greatest strength.
In the blink of an eye, Friel's claws had already pierced through the First Generation Demon King.
Friel withdrew her dragon claw from the spatial gate.
Looking at the black blood on it, she shook it off in disgust.
With a thought, flames flared up, burning the disgusting blood completely away.
"Trash, you're pure garbage."
Friel felt nothing but pure disdain.
Jona Velli gave her a faint glance and deactivated [Eternity].
At the moment it ended, the First Generation Demon King's arrogant and excited expression was still frozen on his face.
In the next second, his hunched body fell apart, having been cleanly sliced into five segments.
This happened so suddenly that... everyone was in a state of utter confusion.
No one saw clearly, no one knew; except for the perpetrators, no living creature present understood what had just happened.
They only knew that the moment the First Generation Demon King began to absorb the life force of the demon race, he was instantly sliced into five pieces.
This... was the scene they witnessed.
Even Gris was in a state of mental shock.
Were his sisters... actually this powerful?
As he thought this, Jona Velli's arrogant voice rang out.
"small fry, your realm cannot change the fact that you are a waste."
"Even with external items, so what? Trash is always trash; your final destination is either on the side of the road or in a trash can."
The dismembered First Generation Demon King willed himself, and his powerful regeneration restored him to his original state instantly.
Now, he no longer dared to underestimate these two strange dragons.
He gripped the Blood Sword tightly, not knowing what to do.
He was hesitating, thinking.
Because not only was he unsure if his power burst's wind-up would be interrupted, but the aftereffects alone would be enough to kill him.
He had already lived for over three thousand years! His lifespan was nearly exhausted; if he used a power burst, he would undoubtedly die.
In the moment he was distracted, the charcoal-white dragon mouth opened again.
"Eighteen Frost Arms."
As the dragon language syllables fell, eighteen ice element magic circles instantly expanded around the First Generation Demon King.
Dragon claws condensed from frost emerged, pressing down on the First Generation Demon King.
However, the First Generation Demon King reacted quickly; the moment the magic circles appeared, he activated several purple defensive spells.
Yet even so, he could not stop the power of the Dragon Language Magic.
Boom!
The moment the dragon claws struck, the immense force caused the First Generation Demon King to cough up blood.
It wasn't over; even with the First Generation Demon King resisting with all his might, he only managed to defend for seven seconds.
"Aaaaaah! Impossible! Aaaaaah!!"
Seeing the defensive magic about to fail, the First Generation Demon King let out a roar of resentment.
But it was useless; the charcoal-white dragon claw clenched hard against the void.
Crack—
Rumble!
Bang!
The Eighteen Frost Arms broke through the defensive magic, and the powerful force crushed the First Generation Demon King into a pulp of blood.
The Blood Sword also fell powerlessly toward the ground.
However, it wasn't over yet. After Jona Velli dispelled the magic, she discovered that the First Generation Demon King's blood and minced flesh were beginning to gather.
Before she could act, a white mist suddenly appeared among the Dragon Vein Followers outside the Demon King City.
The white mist was vague and gloomy; though not thick, it made everything look blurry.
All the creatures present felt baffled by this sudden white mist.
Jona Velli's expression tightened. Her brilliant gold dragon eyes quickly scanned the white mist, and she raised her spiritual perception to its peak, trying to figure out what was going on.
But... the result surprised her. There was nothing, nothing except for the followers.
It was as if this mist had naturally gathered in the morning.
Friel was more direct; she raised a red dragon claw, and a massive fiery red magic circle enveloped the area.
If anything unexpected happened, she would annihilate these followers along with it in the flames.
Gris was ready at any moment to use the laws of imprisonment.
Just then, the sound of light footsteps was heard, slow and steady, as if a noble lady who had just finished dessert was strolling through a back garden.
A faint, blurry figure appeared in the mist.
Her fiery red dragon eyes narrowed into vertical slits, and her red dragon claw was ready to strike, but Jona Velli hastily stopped her.
"Friel! Don't act rashly yet!"
Jona Velli's words worked; Friel indeed stopped, but the wariness in her eyes did not diminish; instead, it intensified.
"Hey! Who dares to play tricks before me, the Black King? Get out here and accept your punishment!"
Gris's arrogant shout echoed into the mist.
Jona Velli shot Gris a "shut up" look, glaring at him fiercely.
Gris quickly covered his dragon mouth with his claw, his large, doll-like vertical pupils blinking as he feigned innocence.
Seeing this, Jona Velli didn't waste time on him and instead looked at the gradually clarifying slender figure.
The pure white dragon mouth moved as she asked into the mist.
"Who are you?"
There was no answer, which made Jona Velli somewhat displeased.
Before she could speak, the illusory slender figure gradually solidified.
With another blink, a small black leather shoe came into view, and a girl wearing a black knight's robe stepped out of the white mist.
The knight's robe had many patches and was tattered; if not for the fact that she was clean, she would have looked no different from a wanderer.
Her white hair drifted without wind, and her pale gold eyes ignored everyone, looking straight at the First Generation Demon King who had fallen in the Demon King City.
(Luoshen-chan makes her appearance)
Her small mouth moved slightly, and a voice devoid of emotion was heard.
"First Generation Demon King—Alvin Calido, born 3,271 years ago, male, possesses extremely high dark element affinity."
"Two thousand one hundred years ago, you went to the Grand Duchy of Felba and signed a True Blood Contract with the Vampire Clan True Progenitor, Empress Villis."
"One of the terms of the contract was that this Blood Sword must not be revealed before other races; once revealed, everyone who sees it must be killed."
The white-haired girl spoke of this matter indifferently, her emotions unclear, making it hard to understand her meaning or her purpose.
The newly recovered First Generation Demon King froze, looking at the white-haired girl with suspicion and uncertainty.
"Who are you? I don't remember such a thing at all!"
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