The awakening of [Eternal Absorption] was like a cluster of unquenchable fire ignited in Lucifer’s heart.
The thirst for power, the counterattack against Belial’s contempt, and his ambitions for the future all drove him to act immediately.
“With this ability, as long as I keep hunting and absorbing…
surpassing Belial is only a matter of time!” He clenched his fists, his pitch-black eyes flashing with an impatient light.
Without the slightest hesitation, the black wings on his back unfurled.
He began to circle at a low altitude and search meticulously, starting from the peripheral area of the Demon Palace, his gaze sweeping like a hawk over every craggy stone forest, every rolling swamp, and every shadow corner that might hide prey below.
The target he was looking for was very clear—Indura Larvae.
Those prey with a Combat Class between one thousand and three thousand, which posed no fatal threat to him but were enough to provide considerable ‘nourishment,’ were undoubtedly the most ideal whetstones to verify and activate the power of [Eternal Absorption].
However, time passed minute by minute.
He skimmed over barren plains, flew over ridges emitting sulfurous smoke, and explored bottomless ravines…
Aside from occasionally seeing some low-level Demon World Worms or Rock Monsters with strange forms but no magic fluctuations, there was no sign of Indura at all.
Those monsters that had besieged him not long ago seemed to have evaporated collectively from this area at this moment.
Lucifer did not know that Indura were not common weeds found everywhere in the Demon World.
They were special magic beasts born and inhabiting the deepest, harshest, and most treacherous regions of the Demon World, which even ordinary Demon Clan members avoided.
And the area around the Demon Palace where he was located roughly belonged to the ‘middle’ zone of the Demon World, which was relatively ‘peaceful’ and was not originally a habitat for Indura.
The batch that had besieged him before had been specially captured by the Demon King from the depths to serve as tools for ‘testing’ the quality of his new creation.
If he had failed to pass the test then, his end would have been to be torn apart and devoured, becoming insignificant nourishment for the Demon World.
“How can there not even be one?” Lucifer’s brow furrowed tighter and tighter, the heat in his heart gradually replaced by irritability.
Unwilling to give up, he expanded his search range and spent more than another hour, combing through nearly several hundred miles of the Demon Palace’s periphery, yet he still found nothing.
Eventually, he landed on a protruding platform of a steep black mountain, punching the adjacent rock wall in frustration, causing gravel to rustle down.
“Are there really no more Indura nearby?” He panted and muttered to himself, sweat mixing with the unique dust of the Demon World as it slid down from his temple.
Gaining a powerful tool for growth full of hope, only to find no target to use it on—this sense of disparity made him feel incredibly stifled.
He raised his head, his gaze involuntarily turning toward the deeper parts of the Demon World.
The land also presented a more hideous and terrifying form, where one could vaguely feel countless chaotic and violent magical turbulences intertwining and colliding.
That was where the Indura’s active nests were located.
Not only were there endless larvae, but there might also be adults with a Combat Class as high as two hundred thousand, or even more terrifying existences lurking there.
“Do I…
really have to go deep in there?” Lucifer stared at that dark region that looked like the mouth of a giant beast, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he subconsciously felt a chill.
Impulse and reason clashed fiercely in his mind.
Hunting deep in dangerous lands sounded like a shortcut to becoming stronger quickly, but the reality was incredibly cruel—not to mention the possibility of encountering swarms of Indura Larvae or even unknown mutations, a single adult Indura was absolutely not something he, with a Combat Class of only twelve thousand, could contend with.
That was power enough to crush him instantly.
“Tsk…” He clicked his tongue in annoyance, a strong sense of powerlessness surging in his heart once more.
“Eternal Absorption,” an ability that sounded like a divine skill, seemed so pale and weak at this moment when no suitable ‘prey’ could be found.
“To have a mountain of treasure but no door to enter…” He looked at this Demon World land beneath his feet, which was nothing but desolate, and for the first time felt a bit of confusion about the future.
The improvement of magic power was definitely not something that could grow rapidly through mere meditation.
Especially for the Demon Clan, fighting, devouring, and plundering were the main themes of evolution.
But now, even taking the first step of this ‘evolution’ seemed so difficult.
Just as Lucifer’s mind was in turmoil, not knowing where to go next—
“Hmm?!”
A sharp sense of crisis, like an ice needle, suddenly pierced the back of his neck!
It wasn’t from below or from afar, but from diagonally above!
A sharp, swift, and aggressive magic fluctuation was tearing through the air at an alarming speed, boldly striking toward the platform where he was!
With no time to think, the instinct for survival instantly overrode everything.
The black wings on Lucifer’s back unfurled with full force in response.
His feet kicked off hard against the stone platform, and his body shot out toward the front-side like an arrow from a powerful bow!
At the very moment his body left its original spot—
“Swish—!!!”
A half-moon shaped, nearly transparent sharp arc of light silently swept across the position where he had just been standing.
There was no deafening explosion, only a slight, almost inaudible ‘chi’ sound, like a sharp blade cutting through silk.
In the next second, Lucifer’s pupils shrank suddenly. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
The hard black rock platform he had been standing on, which was as large as a house, along with the part of the mountain supporting it below, was split in two perfectly along the trajectory of that arc of light!
The cut was as smooth as a mirror, even reflecting the dark red sky light.
The massive upper half of the platform lost its support and, with a low roar, tumbled and fell along the steep mountain wall, finally crashing below in a cloud of dust and a loud bang.
Lucifer hovered in mid-air, his heart pounding wildly as he stared fixedly at the smooth cross-section, cold sweat breaking out on his back.
The concentration and sharpness of this strike far exceeded his imagination!
Even if he performed ‘Sword Strike’ with all his might, it would probably be difficult to cut through such a massive solid rock body so cleanly.
The strength of the newcomer was absolutely not to be underestimated!
He snapped his head up, his sharp gaze shooting like a knife toward the direction the attack had come from.
About a hundred meters away, on the edge of another higher cliff, a figure stood quietly.
It was a tall and elegant man.
He wore an extremely sophisticated dark gold formal suit with a complex and magnificent design.
The collar and cuffs were inlaid with unknown dark gems that shimmered with an eerie light in the dim environment of the Demon World, looking completely out of place in its wild and crude surroundings.
In his hand, he held a slender longsword with a blade as clear as an ice shard, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground.
That earth-shattering strike just now had clearly been swung from this sword.
The man was now slowly sheathing his sword, his movements calm and unhurried, as if he had just completed a trivial exercise.
What made Lucifer’s gaze freeze even more were the wings slowly folding behind the man’s back—they were not illusory wings condensed from magic like his own, but real wings grown from flesh and blood!
The feathers were a pure silver-white, their edges seemingly flowing with a faint halo.
Every single feather was clearly visible, rising and falling slightly with his breathing.
Real wings…
a body of flesh and blood…
Lucifer’s heart sank abruptly.
In the Demon World, whether it was him, Belial, or even the future Ten Commandments, their flying abilities mostly relied on wings condensed from magic or pure magic manipulation.
A race with natural physiological wing structures…