"You think a re spirit binding technique can control ? Delusional!"
Boom!
Fenrir’s body shook violently.
The restraints imposed by Curse Hand shattered instantly.
The spirit binding technique was broken apart in a single exchange.
Lethe’s face turned pale.
This was bad.
He had still vastly underestimated Fenrir’s strength.
Fenrir only possessed ten percent of his original power, yet he could already resist Curse Hand’s technique so easily.
Trying to imagine his full strength was almost impossible.
Fenrir’s rage exploded.
"You little bastard, I’ll make sure you die in the most painful way imaginable!"
Then suddenly.
Footsteps echoed through the room.
Inside the silent and empty chamber, the sound felt strangely abrupt.
Both Fenrir and Lethe froze.
"Hm?"
Fenrir’s expression stiffened as he looked toward the darkness ahead.
The footsteps gradually drew closer.
A figure slowly erged from the shadows.
The steady sound of approaching steps struck both n psychologically.
Even Fenrir instinctively felt a sense of unease rising inside him.
And the mont he clearly saw the person’s face.
Fenrir’s pupils contracted violently.
He unconsciously stepped backward.
For the first ti, genuine shock and fear appeared on the face of the arrogant monster.
Even Lethe found that unbelievable.
A certain miserable mory from a thousand years ago surfaced in Fenrir’s mind.
The only brutal beating he had ever suffered in his life.
And not just a beating.
An utterly catastrophic one.
Even now, rembering it made his body seem to ache faintly.
A drop of sweat slid down Fenrir’s temple.
He stared in disbelief.
"Impossible! More than a thousand years have passed! How are you still alive?!"
Hearing that, Lethe slowly turned around.
The hairs all over his body stood on end.
Soone Fenrir had known a thousand years ago?
And that person was still alive today?
The thought made Lethe tremble.
The depths of this world were clearly far greater than he had imagined.
If this were rely so long lived Sorcerer, Fenrir would never react with such fear.
There was only one explanation.
This man had once made Fenrir suffer heavily at his peak.
Extrely heavily.
Otherwise, how could Fenrir possibly fear him this much?
This was the strongest Sorcerer in history.
Then Lethe finally recognized the newcor.
His eyes widened in complete disbelief.
The person terrifying Fenrir was Caelum.
The sa monster who had slaughtered more than a hundred Sorcerers by himself ten years ago.
Connecting those facts together, Lethe suddenly felt like he understood everything.
No wonder Caelum was so absurdly powerful.
So this was the reason.
Regardless of whatever conclusions Lethe reached, Caelum never even glanced at him.
He simply continued walking forward calmly.
And with every step he took, Fenrir involuntarily retreated one more step backward.
A long mont later, Caelum finally stopped.
He looked Fenrir over once before instantly seeing through his true nature.
"A fake soul. Incomplete power. You’re nothing more than a crude imitation."
The real Fenrir had already died a thousand years ago.
Completely and utterly dead.
Even his soul had been destroyed.
The one standing here now was rely a replica Mordren had reconstructed based on historical records.
To be fair, ordinary people would never notice the difference.
Even Fenrir himself believed he was real.
Fenrir’s expression darkened.
"What exactly do you a..."
Boom!
Before he could finish speaking, Caelum casually raised one hand.
An invisible attack struck like lightning and blasted Fenrir away instantly.
Caelum leisurely followed after him, strolling as though taking a casual walk.
Then he spoke over his shoulder.
"The Curse Hand inheritor is yours."
"Yes, Master."
Seratra stepped out from the darkness.
Blood still stained the blade in her hand.
The fact they had entered this place so openly ant everyone outside was already dead.
The entire Black Flag Guild headquarters within the Sorcerer World had been slaughtered completely clean.
And it happened so quietly that Lethe never noticed.
The sa Fenrir who had nearly suffocated Lethe with pressure monts ago had just been blasted away effortlessly.
Lethe instantly realized things had gone horribly wrong.
He wanted to run.
But only if escaping were actually possible.
Seratra stared at him with killing intent.
Without hesitation, she hurled Blackhex Blade like a spear while simultaneously constructing another Special Grade Cursed Tool and charging directly at him.
Like a machine built solely for murder.
Lethe sighed heavily.
Then he opened his mouth.
The Curse Hand extended outward as he released every Cursed Spirit under his control.
Forced into a corner, he could only fight Seratra head on.
He knew she possessed the Death Eye.
But at this point, he no longer cared about gathering the Five Curses.
All he wanted now was to escape alive.
Otherwise, he would absolutely die here.
Boom!
Fenrir’s body shot out of Black Flag Guild headquarters.
He smashed through building after building before crashing deep into the forest outside.
Blood sprayed everywhere.
Fenrir ignored his injuries completely.
Compared to the beating he suffered before, this level of pain ant nothing.
His hands instantly ford seals.
He imdiately cast his Domain at maximum speed.
"Domain Expansion: Borderless Dust Realm!"
This ti, he had learned from his past mistakes.
There was no point using flashy techniques.
He expanded his Domain imdiately before Caelum could cancel it with Origin Reversion Technique during activation.
In an instant, the Domain fully manifested.
Fenrir’s expression sharpened.
He activated another technique imdiately afterward, using a level of cursed technique mastery beyond the current era.
The entire Domain compressed into his palm, condensing into a rotating black sphere.
anwhile, endless Cursed Energy flooded from the Source of Cursed Energy like a broken dam.
It poured continuously into the black sphere, causing it to spin faster and faster while radiating terrifying destructive power.
The mont Caelum entered his sight.
Fenrir launched the black sphere.
The attack tore through the atmosphere with deafening force.
"Domain Collapse: Cataclysmic Force!"
By sacrificing his Domain entirely, Fenrir converted it into a single ultra long range guaranteed hit attack.
He had poured every ounce of his power into this strike.
This was his all or nothing gamble.
Fenrir understood perfectly.
He only had one chance.
After fighting Caelum only once, he had already developed a strategy specifically to counter him.
His talent as a Sorcerer truly was monstrous.
"A very impressive application of cursed techniques."
Caelum openly acknowledged Fenrir’s skill.
Then he crushed it rcilessly.
Buzz.
Caelum did not even move his feet.
He simply released a wave of Cursed Energy outward.
Then the Unlimited Technique activated.
The power of the Cursed Energy shockwave exploded upward infinitely in exponential growth.
It spread outward in every direction, annihilating everything in its path.
Fenrir’s attack was obliterated instantly on contact.
Boom!
The shockwave swept through the forest.
Fenrir had nowhere to escape.
His body exploded into blood mist imdiately.
There was no need for Extinction Art to suppress him this ti.
Caelum had not co here to play.
So he simply ended it cleanly in one strike.
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