Lucifer’s figure retreated rapidly, dragging scratches several meters long across the charred rock platform before he barely managed to steady himself.
His pure black eyes locked firmly onto the bizarrely Mutated Indura ahead.
Deep within his pupils, an eerie red light quietly swirled—Magic Eye of Balor, activate!
His vision focused, and data surged into his consciousness like a stream of water:
[Individual: Mutated Indura (Growth Stage/Unstable)]
[Magic Power: 40,000]
[spirit: 30,000]
[Physical Strength: 30,000]
[Combat Class: 100,000]
“One hundred thousand?”
Lucifer’s brow furrowed slightly as a hint of doubt flashed through his heart.
This value was far from the despair-inducing 200,000 of an adult form, but compared to his own Combat Class of just over 50,000, it was still a crushing twofold gap.
Moreover, the labels “Mutated,” “Growth Stage,” and “Unstable,” combined with its bizarre form and attack patterns that far exceeded a typical Indura Larva, all hinted at something unusual.
It wasn’t a complete form…
but even so, it was by no means an easy opponent.
He quickly suppressed his stray thoughts, his gaze becoming as sharp as a blade.
A Combat Class of 100,000 was certainly powerful, but it wasn’t an unreachable chasm.
More importantly…
This pressure, this fist-to-flesh clash…
wasn’t it the best whetstone for tempering his ‘Physical Strength’?
At this thought, his battle intent erupted.
Lucifer gave a low shout and suddenly raised his right arm.
Within his palm, pitch-black Demon God Power surged out like boiling ink, rapidly stretching, shaping, and solidifying!
A longsword, dark throughout with destructive magic shimmers flowing along its edges, instantly formed in his hand.
The blade vibrated, letting out a low hum of bloodlust.
Without any redundant testing, Lucifer exerted force under his feet, and the hard black rock shattered in response!
His figure turned into a bolt of straight black lightning.
He fully activated the 46,000 magic power within his body, pouring it all into this single sword strike, and lunged fiercely toward the Mutated Indura lying in wait in the shadows!
Where the sword tip pointed, the air was torn into a vacuum channel.
However—
“BANG—!!!!”
A dull roar sounded, so heavy it could make one’s heart stop!
Lucifer felt as if he had collided with a metallic mountain flying head-on!
His sword strike, which concentrated all his magic power and was confident enough to split mountains and crack rocks, struck the Indura’s seemingly rough but incredibly hard dark-red mottled skin, yet it failed to leave even a white mark! Follow the newest chapters on novelping . com.
Instead, the counter-shock force from the blade was like a violent tsunami, surging back madly through his arm!
“Ugh!”
Lucifer groaned as the bones in his right arm holding the sword made an overburdened “creak,” and the webbing between his thumb and forefinger split, dripping with blood.
Immediately after, an irresistible and massive force exploded from the point of contact, slamming violently into his entire body!
His whole person, like being hit head-on by a train at full speed, was sent flying backward like a cannonball at an even faster speed than he had charged!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
He consecutively smashed through several jagged stone pillars at the edge of the platform, finally embedding himself deep into the cliff wall dozens of meters away, creating a deep human-shaped crater as rubble tumbled down.
“Cough…!” Lucifer coughed up a mouthful of dark-red blood containing fragments of internal organs, feeling as if every bone in his body had fallen apart.
If not for the fact that the body of a Primordial Demon God was tough enough, this single hit would have been enough to shatter his bones and snap his tendons.
“A Combat Class of 100,000…
the gap is actually this large?” He struggled to break free from the rock wall and dropped back to the ground, his pure black eyes tinged with solemnity for the first time.
He knew there was a gap between them, but he hadn’t expected to be crushed to such an extent in pure strength and defense that he couldn’t even break through its protection.
“Roar—!!”
Seemingly provoked by Lucifer’s “feeble” attack, the Mutated Indura let out a low, raspy roar that sounded like countless stones grinding together.
Its featureless “face” turned toward Lucifer.
Although no eyes could be seen, he could clearly feel that locked-on “gaze” full of cruelty and hunger.
In the next second, its massive, four-legged body suddenly blurred.
Lucifer’s pupils shrank, and a near-instinctive sense of crisis made him roll to the side without a second thought.
However, he was still too slow.
A dark-red afterimage appeared out of thin air behind and to the side of his original position, as if it had teleported!
It was the Mutated Indura!
Its thick, pillar-like forelimb, carrying a whistle that tore through the air, swept toward Lucifer’s body just as he had finished rolling and hadn’t yet stood firm!
The speed was far beyond Lucifer’s reaction limit!
“So fast!!”
Lucifer was horrified and could only hastily disperse the Demon God Power sword in his right hand, turning it into a thick, viscous black magic fluid that quickly wrapped around most of his body like a living shield in an attempt to cushion the blow.
“BAM—!!!!”
The sound of an extremely heavy impact exploded once again!
The pitch-black magic shield was like a water balloon hit by a sledgehammer; it deformed violently, vibrated, and collapsed after supporting him for less than half a second!
The remaining terrifying force slammed solidly into Lucifer’s crossed arms, chest, and abdomen.
“Pfft—!”
Another mouthful of blood sprayed out, and Lucifer was once again sent flying without any fanfare, like a kite with a broken string, slamming hard into the rock wall on the other side and knocking down a large area of rubble.
and I don’t even have a shred of room to resist?” He struggled to prop up his upper body in the dust, a strong sense of unwillingness and a cold moment of self-reflection surging in his heart.
A gap, an all-around gap.
Speed, strength, defense, and even combat instinct were all completely suppressed.
Before he could catch his breath, that dark-red shadow of death came at him again like a maggot on a bone!
This time, it was a giant foot trampling down from a diagonal angle above!
Lucifer could only miserably condense his magic power for protection again, rolling and crawling to dodge.
Boom!
Bang!
Thud—!
Dull impact sounds rang out one after another on the narrow platform, almost merging into a single continuous noise.
Lucifer was turned into a human punching bag, being frantically struck, sent flying, and hammered down from various angles and in various ways by that violent Mutated Indura.
He was like a leaf in a rainstorm, with no power to fight back.
He could only rely on the tenacious vitality of a Primordial Demon God and the magic defense that he constantly condensed and which was constantly shattered to barely protect his vitals, enduring wave after wave of terrifying blows that could crush an ordinary expert into meat paste.
Blood constantly seeped from his mouth, nose, ears, and even the cracks in his skin, staining the charred rocks red.
His bones broke an unknown number of times, only to be forced to heal under the power of the Demon God, bringing piercing pain.
His consciousness blurred in waves under the heavy blows, supported only by his unyielding will and his obsession with becoming stronger.
However, in this near-desperate one-sided devastation, a subtle change was occurring in the deepest parts of Lucifer’s body.
Every time a bone shattered and reorganized, every time muscle fibers were torn by massive force and regenerated, every time his internal organs suffered an impact and then spasmed and repaired…
it was as if the strength of this body’s “vessel” was being passively and savagely tempered.
The Magic Eye of Balor faithfully reported the changes:
[Physical Strength: 3107…
3115…
3128…]
The numbers were climbing slowly but steadily.
Although this small increase was still insignificant compared to that 46,000 magic power, his “Physical Strength”—the physical foundation that carried his power—was indeed being forced to adapt, forced to evolve, and forced to…
become stronger under this storm of destructive blows.
Pain is the price of growth.
Powerlessness is the starting point for becoming strong.
On this desolate platform deep within the Demon Realm, a cruel “forging” was proceeding in Reticence amidst blood and dust.
Maybe it’s not a big deal now… maybe it will be later.
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”