"Wow, a hero's entrance?" As a reporter, Roxanne imdiately spotted the news potential in the scene, her eyes sparkling brightly.
If she had not fled in such a hurry without bringing her equipnt, she definitely would have recorded everything. This would absolutely make headline news.
"Roxanne, I don't think this is the ti to talk about that."
The middle-aged man beside her reminded her with a trace of jealousy.
But Roxanne had no ti to care about her boyfriend. Her eyes remained fixed ahead as she was already thinking about how to interview Matthew.
anwhile, old Carter silently frowned as he studied Matthew with uncertainty.
Was this one of Kamar-Taj's sorcerers?
There was a familiar feeling about him, yet sothing also felt different. As a Ghost Rider of the older generation who had lived for centuries, his eyes were incredibly sharp—far superior to a youngster like Johnny.
Although Matthew appeared no different from an ordinary person, Carter could sense terrifying power compressed within his body.
His life force burned like the sun—hot and vigorous.
Compared to him, Carter's own life force felt like a flickering fla that could go out at any mont.
Not quite a sorcerer, not quite a mutant... what kind of species is this? How can such a monster appear on Earth?
Even Carter could not figure out Matthew's origins. The most important thing was that he could tell Matthew was genuinely young.
Young and powerful ant limitless potential.
Could he be a new monster raised by that old monster at Kamar-Taj?
A strange look flashed through Carter's eyes.
Then he looked at Blackheart with a hint of sympathy.
No matter what, now that these fellows had run into that young man, they were probably finished.
The anxiety in his heart instantly eased considerably.
anwhile, Blackheart, still locked in confrontation with Matthew, finally could not endure the suffocating silence any longer. Suppressing the unease in his heart, he coldly stared at Matthew.
"Who are you?"
Matthew could not even be bothered to answer.
He rely looked at Blackheart as though examining a dead man. "You... don't seem to have a soul?"
It was true; Blackheart had no soul. It was an extrely strange thing.
By all logic, any intelligent lifeform should possess a soul.
That was one of the universe's natural laws.
Birth, death, the soul returning to the underworld—it ford part of a cyclical order.
Even the demons of Hell followed this rule.
But Blackheart truly had no soul, because he was a special demon artificially created by phisto.
He had been ford from corrupted souls fused together with Hell's demonic power.
And the result was a monster.
Blackheart's growth rate had been so fast that even phisto beca wary of him. On top of that, Blackheart himself was extrely ambitious.
Perhaps due to a trace of reluctance, phisto had never fully acted against him.
No matter what, phisto had created a monster fundantally different from other demons, to the point that even the Ghost Rider's Penance Stare could not kill Blackheart.
As for Matthew, he felt that killing this guy had little value. He had targeted phisto specifically because the old devil actually had a soul.
The Devil Fruit Encyclopedia still had not fully awakened, and high-grade Devil Fruits—especially Logia-types, Zoan-types, and Mythical Zoans—required extrely high-quality souls.
Ordinary demon souls could only unlock ordinary Devil Fruits. And only relatively practical ones at that. Truly powerful Devil Fruits provided terrifying boosts in combat strength. Otherwise, Matthew would not be so determined to target phisto.
Blackheart was a high-level demon, and his soul quality should have been high, but unfortunately, the guy lacked the thing entirely.
Fortunately, the three demons beside him weren't bad. To Matthew, demons were a scarce resource.
Boom!
"Let's send these three to their deaths first." Without Matthew making a visible move, a terrifying pillar of golden energy erupted from the ground beneath the feet of the trembling Hidden—Abigor, Gressil, and Wallow.
The rampaging, turbulent energy enveloped the three
"Damn it, what is this?!"
"My powers aren't working!"
"Don't kill !"
Wrapped within the terrifying energy, the three demons were gradually lifted off the ground. Both their bodies and souls were being purified. Under the intense pain, the despairing demons let out shrill screams.
They tried to use dark magic to escape or resist, but it was completely useless.
The energy contained an extrely dense compressed force with special properties that completely suppressed their abilities, leaving them only able to watch helplessly as both their bodies and souls were slowly annihilated.
Matthew attacked without any warning, startling both Blackheart and old Carter.
Roxanne raised both hands to shield her eyes from the blinding golden light.
Peering through her fingers, the female reporter—who constantly dread of uncovering a huge story—stood there with her mouth open in shock as she stared blankly at the three golden pillars piercing into the sky.
Within the pillars, the demons gradually transford into the elents of wind, water, and earth before slowly being erased from existence.
"This power... light? No, there's also so kind of magical property mixed within it."
Old Carter and Blackheart almost instantly identified the nature of Matthew's power at the sa ti.
As for Johnny and Roxanne, they could only stare in stunned silence.
"Unbelievable…"
In the darkness of the night, the three golden pillars were dazzling and impossible to ignore. But this place was far too remote, nearly devoid of human presence, so no one else could witness it.
Very quickly, the three demons died.
The golden energy pillars gradually narrowed before finally disappearing altogether.
Only three shattered, blackened, glass-like scorch marks remained on the ground, proof of just how terrifying the temperature inside those pillars had been.
Silence.
The scene fell into eerie silence once more.
No one spoke.
Johnny and Roxanne stared blankly at Matthew.
Old Carter wore a thoughtful expression, seemingly deep in thought.
anwhile, Blackheart was already breaking into a cold sweat.
If possible, he genuinely wanted to ask Matthew whether reconciliation was still an option.
Because he suddenly realized that this human before him was absurdly powerful—far beyond anything he had imagined.
Demons were special lifeforms. Ordinary thods simply could not kill them.
Especially elental demons like Abigor, Gressil, and Wallow. Even if they could not defeat an opponent, they could normally transform into their elental forms and escape instantly.
To truly kill them required overwhelming power capable of completely erasing them.
Blackheart might have summoned the three demons and held absolute authority over them, but that did not an he possessed the strength to kill them easily.
Their relationship was more like a superior controlling subordinates through cooperation.
Yet now, those three powerful demons had been effortlessly destroyed by Matthew.
How could Blackheart not be afraid?
It was true that he was extrely difficult to kill—
But that depended on who his opponent was, and where they were.
This was not Hell.
In Hell, even his father could not easily kill him. phisto had only managed to split his body apart and seal the pieces in different places.
But this was Earth.
After crossing dinsions, his strength had been greatly weakened. His power was directly tied to his physical body, and with weakened power, his nearly immortal body had also beco weaker.
For the first ti in a long while—
Blackheart slled death.
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