Chapter 1361: Life, Gluttony, Power, Rage and Sunder Chapter 1361: Life, Gluttony, Power, Rage and Sunder Cain’s eyes turned cold as he saw the way the three Inferno Daemons looked at him, like hyenas circling wounded prey, ready to go for the kill. “Ahhh, Divine Transcendent Masters are truly sothing,” he said aloud, his voice calm despite the flicker of pain that shot through his body.
“Relying only on my brute power is not enough, and I have yet to master Astral Abilities powerful enough to make a difference at this level of battlefield.” His words carried through the void, clear and deliberate.
The trio of Inferno Daemons heard them easily.
Though they sounded like a resigned admission, the young man’s tone had no trace of anxiety or fear.
It was a statent of fact, not surrender.
The seeming serenity of his voice, despite his severe wounds, unsettled them.
Should he not be afraid?
He was wounded, after all.
How could he maintain this calm?
Cain cared very little about their puzzlent.
A cold smile rose on his face as he focused on the trio.
The dim light of the fractured void reflected in his eyes, which burned with a red flaming light.
“Luckily, I have other abilities that are just powerful enough for this fight,” he continued softly.
Before the trio could understand what Cain was referring to, they saw how the red flaming light in his eyes exploded with power.
There was a sudden surge as if a hidden gate within his soul had been flung wide open.
“Leviathan.
Life!” Cain shouted.
Inside his Soul Dinsion, the massive demonic winged snake unleashed a devastating roar.
Intricate runes covering the creature’s body glowed with might, releasing a burst of golden flas that coursed through Cain’s body, radiating outward from his flesh.
In that instant, the trio of Inferno Daemons watched in awe and shock as these golden flas began to regenerate the burned tissues and nd the broken bones at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It was a truly astonishing sight: wounds that should have left Cain crippled were sealing themselves shut, blackened flesh knitting into smooth skin, cracks in his bones fused seamlessly until not a trace of injury remained.
The trio, who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, instantly recognized the nature of this power.
“Dammit!
He is a Master of Concepts!” Lupion shouted, his voice dripping with hatred and rage.
They had worked so hard to wound him, and now all their efforts vanished in seconds beneath the golden flas of the Concept of Life.
“Relax,” Anart interjected sternly, not allowing panic to take root in his allies.
“His mastery over the Concept of Life might be shockingly high, but that will not turn the tables of this fight.
It will only allow him to endure a little longer, nothing more.” Anart’s reasoning was sound.
Endurance alone would not grant Cain victory if he lacked the ans to overco their combined might.
Cain smiled even more coldly and nodded, acknowledging their point without denying it.
“You are right,” he said softly.
“The Concept of Life will not be enough to turn the tables.
Luckily, I have more.” Before the trio could process the shock of his words, Cain invoked the power of his Alter-Ego once more: “Leviathan.
Devour!” The massive winged demonic snake in his Soul Dinsion opened its great maw.
An overwhelming glutting power spread across Cain’s body, pulling massive waves of energy and cosmic force into his flesh and blood.
He drank in the ambient energies of the void, the residual astral currents left by their clashes.
The Inferno Daemons’ eyes widened further.
They had just seen his healing, and now they beheld a mastery over the Concept of Gluttony.
This young man was devouring energy, replenishing not only his stamina but saturating himself with cosmic power that would undoubtedly strengthen him.
Yet, it did not end there.
“Leviathan.
Power!” Cain’s voice rang out again.
All that energy and cosmic force, which would have rely enhanced his stamina and energy pools, now changed under the influence of the Concept of Power.
The energy fused into his cells, causing his muscles to bulge and his bones to strengthen.
His body began to grow larger, towering until he reached five ters in height, surpassing the trio of the Abyssal Clan easily.
The young man’s heart beat with overwhelming thrill as he felt the force of this Concept.
Still, he was not finished.
Cain proceeded to summon a concept he had understood only recently: “Leviathan.
Rage!” The eyes of the winged demonic snake glowed, and a fiery inferno erged from its depths, extending across its body and, by extension, into Cain’s own.
His energy took on a dark red hue, his power rising even higher.
The Concept of Power had pushed his strength to its absolute limit, but the Concept of Rage allowed him to go beyond that, burning himself from the inside out to make his strength even greater.
Cain felt that his body could not endure this state for long, but he was not worried.
His eyes sharpened as he clenched his fists, focusing on the trio with lethal intent.
“Round two,” he said simply.
His words had not even finished when Cain vanished from his spot in the void, appearing before the trio in a blur of dark red light and astral sparks.
They had no ti to brace themselves.
He sent his fist forward, targeting Lupion first.
The Inferno Daemon’s eyes widened as he realized he was the chosen target.
Lupion’s energy exploded imdiately, forming a shell of ice around his body.
He poured everything into that defensive asure-if he could just buy a fraction of a second, perhaps his allies could intervene.
The ice cracked and shattered as Cain’s fist landed, but Lupion dared to hope it might still hold.
However, he heard two words that dashed that hope to pieces: “Leviathan.
Sunder!” The power of the Sundering Concept flooded through Cain’s fist, granting him the ability to shatter all obstacles in his path.
The remnants of ice disintegrated in an instant, and his fist slamd into the Inferno Daemon’s chest, bypassing all defenses and delivering a blow so powerful that Lupion puked blood, sent hurtling away like a cot of gore and broken pride.
Cain’s smile widened at the satisfying crunch of armor and flesh, but he did not rest.
Imdiately, he swung his fist to the left, colliding with Anart’s incoming blow aid at his face.
This ti, with all his Concepts fueling him, he t Anart’s gravitational power head-on.
The impact was colossal, a clash of cosmic powers that sent shockwaves rippling through the void.
anwhile, Aranto appeared from the side, his fists bursting with flas, intent on striking Cain while he was still engaged with Anart.
Unfortunately for the man, before he could land a aningful hit, Cain opened his mouth and unleashed a primal scream-a manifestation of pure rage energy.
This roar was no re shout; it carried the essence of his Concepts, forming a concussive blast that slamd into Aranto and Anart, pushing them both away.
The sound reverberated like a chorus of breaking glass, each shard of noise laced with destructive intent.
Aranto’s attempt at a surprise attack was thwarted.
He stumbled backward, flas flickering uncertainly around his fists, trying to regain balance.
Anart, likewise, drifted thousands of ters away, the gravitational distortions he controlled montarily undone by the sheer rawness of that sonic strike.
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