WOOOOOSH! CLANG!

A shadow blurred across the battlefield at blinding velocity, descending directly over Dasatama. Brandishing a heavy steel blade, the newcomer intercepted Hexos’s execution strike inches before it could cleave the God of War in two. Sword and double-headed axe collided mid-air, discharging a catastrophic kinetic shockwave that swept away nearby dark cultists, forcing them back several paces across the scorched earth.

Hexos’s descending blow was halted by sheer physical parameters. The warlord narrowed his eyes, stunned by the sheer velocity and baseline strength of the defender.

The warrior holding Hexos’s massive axe turned his head, offering a dry smirk. "How long do you intend to stay on the defensive, Brother?!"

The shouted provocation snapped Dasatama out of his defensive rhythm. Shattering his surrounding mana shield, he recalibrated his stance. He knew instantly who had arrived to reinforce him. The time for cautious attrition was over—this was the absolute climax of the campaign. Every grandmaster on the field needed to unseal their peak parameters without reservation.

Channelling dense natural mana into his broadsword, Dasatama executed a wide horizontal sweep into the swarming dark operatives, bisecting a dozen demonized cultists in a single stroke.

Beside him, Warrior Jiro held Hexos at bay, his blade locked against the warlord's heavy axe.

"You talk too much, Jiro!" Dasatama barked, dropping into a back-to-back stance alongside his brother to cover their mutual blind spots. "Have you already neutralized your own target on the eastern wing?"

"Naturally," Jiro replied smoothly, his eyes locked on the swarming cultists before them. "I executed one of their supreme warlords. I came over merely to check if my elder brother had finished his business—only to find you requiring a rescue!"

BOOM!

A sudden energetic pulse erupted between Jiro and Hexos, forcing both combatants to step back half a pace. Hexos evaluated the new challenger, recognizing Jiro’s legendary reputation as Dasatama’s younger brother and a master of the Thunder Striker's martial path. Another troublesome pest!

Hexos decided to bypass preliminary engagements entirely. Unsealing his dark core, a suffocating, midnight-black mist erupted from his physical vessel, enveloping his frame in a dense, swirling vortex.

Ultimate Demon Transformation!

To eliminate two high-tier targets simultaneously, Hexos unsealed the absolute ceiling of his corrupted parameters. By shedding his human physical constraints, his internal parameters multiplied several-fold, granting him the raw power needed to conclude this clash in a single sequence.

Observing the sudden surge in Hexos’s dark aura, Dasatama recognized that Jiro was not at peak output. Having recently concluded an exhausting life-and-death duel against Tora, Jiro’s internal channels were still recalibrating. Hexos belonged to Dasatama.

"Jiro! Switch!" Dasatama commanded.

Jiro nodded instantly, recognizing his brother's claim over the supreme warlord. With Hexos unsealing his ultimate transformation, Jiro executed a fluid rotational pivot, stepping past Dasatama’s shoulder to face the swarming dark operatives behind them.

Switch targets—eradicate everything in sight!

Surging forward, Jiro engaged the advancing dark host. Channelling ambient natural mana into his sword, he deployed the high-tier elemental integration technique taught to him by Aji. By maintaining absolute purity within his internal pathways, his vessel functioned as a seamless conduit for atmospheric mana, converting the incoming natural energy into dense threads of thunder-elemental aura designed to apply a severe movement-impairment domain over targets.

The higher a master's mastery over natural mana integration, the greater the temporal deceleration applied to their foes. While a complete domain could freeze a target entirely, Jiro’s current integration applied a fifty-percent movement-impairment effect across the advancing cultists.

Though his integration was not yet absolute, reducing the demonized operatives' velocity by half was more than sufficient.

Doubling his own operational velocity, Jiro blurred into the sluggish dark ranks like a streak of celestial lightning.

CLANG! TRANG! SHATTER!

His broadsword executed a thousand high-speed passes in a fraction of a second. Every dark operative he passed collapsed to the earth, their neural cores pulverized before they could register his approach.

Swarmed by dozens of transformed dreadnoughts, Jiro centered his core, releasing a dense radial shockwave from his blade that shredded every dark operative within a twenty-meter radius. Their physical frames were reduced to fine dust, leaving Jiro hovering stably in mid-air as he recalibrated his internal pathways.

Noticing the slaughter, fresh waves of dark operatives swarmed toward Jiro from all sides. Jiro shook his head in mild annoyance. "Relentless pests..."

Meanwhile, Dasatama faced Hexos’s completed transformation.

Hexos’s physical frame had expanded to monstrous proportions, his skin fracturing under the intense dark magic expanding from his core. Thick, pitch-black bone armor coalesced over his muscles, fashioning a massive dreadnought carapace. Six additional muscular arms sprouted from his torso beneath his primary pair, granting him eight heavily armored limbs in total.

A catastrophic shockwave detonated across the sector, signaling the completion of Hexos’s Demon Transformation.

Unlike other Annihilation Demons who relied on complex spellwork or spatial arrays, Hexos was a pure martial warrior. His transformation reflected his baseline combat style: an eight-armed, three-meter-tall juggernaut clad in impenetrable black steel, radiating an absolute concentration of dark aura.

Dasatama evaluated his opponent with a sharp, calculating gaze. Among all the dark warlords he had encountered across his lifetime, none commanded physical parameters matching the entity before him. It was the exact challenge Dasatama had sought his entire life—a foe capable of pushing his physical limits to the absolute brink.

Only one man had ever defeated Dasatama in open combat: the legendary Saint Thunder Striker. That defeat had driven Dasatama into decades of relentless, unyielding cultivation, striving to transcend the ceiling set by the late legend. Today, facing Hexos’s peak state, Dasatama resolved to unseal his own absolute martial parameters.

Dasatama clenched his right fist, causing dense, incandescent aura to coil around his forearm and knuckles. For decades, he had withheld this ultimate state, avoiding its deployment during casual engagements. Was it appropriate to unleash his peak technique before confronting Lord Demon Shura himself?

Naturally! He dismissed the hesitation instantly. Shura was a crisis for another moment; the threat standing before him now demanded his absolute, unreserved output.

"Know this, God of War!" Hexos’s booming voice reverberated across the plain, the sheer acoustic pressure causing the earth to vibrate. "I am the undisputed titan among Shura’s followers—which is why I personally chose you as my prey!"

Though every member of the 10 Annihilation Demons proudly claimed to be the strongest among the dark high command, the core legion held a shared, silent truth: in terms of raw physical parameters and close-quarters decimation, zero warlords matched Hexos at maximum output.

"Very well," Dasatama replied smoothly, his eyes blazing with unyielding resolve. "I accept your claim. Therefore, I shall meet your absolute strength with the pinnacle of my lifelong martial cultivation!"

"Magnificent! Show me the true parameters of the God of War!" Hexos roared.

The aura coiling around Dasatama’s right fist turned incandescent, while a brilliant golden radiance erupted from his internal pathways. He unsealed his absolute physical domain—the peak warrior discipline he had refined alongside his high-tier marksmanship and sword arts.

The sheer atmospheric pressure radiating from Dasatama expanded across the entire sector. Nearby, Jiro paused mid-strike, sensing the familiar, awe-inspiring parameter surge from his brother. Jiro smiled faintly. Finally... you've unsealed your total strength, Elder Brother!

Unlike the monstrous, mutated transformations of the dark army, Dasatama’s physical form remained largely unchanged, save for two distinct phenomena.

First, his right fist was clad in a thick, glowing gauntlet of celestial energy that resembled forged divine iron, coiling with white-hot aura that burned like a miniature star.

Second, a radiant, plate-sized golden ring materialized directly behind his back, hovering smoothly over his spine like a miniature spatial portal radiating pure celestial light.

Dasatama had unsealed his absolute form: Ultimate God of War!

Hexos locked his crimson gaze on Dasatama, dropping into a low combat stance with all eight arms raised.

In a fraction of a second, both figures vanished from ordinary perception.

BLAAAAM!

Their fists collided mid-air at sound-shattering velocity, generating a localized shockwave that flattened the surrounding earth and sent nearby combatants tumbling backward.

BOOM! BLAM!

The two titans engaged in a brutal, point-blank exchange of raw physical parameters, trading high-velocity punches and heavy strikes without yielding a single inch. For pure martial warriors, clashing fists was the ultimate language to measure an adversary's true depth.

Detonations echoed endlessly across the battlefield as the two figures blurred across the sky, colliding, separating, and crashing together in a display of god-like physical power.

Combatants across the province stole glances at the apocalyptic duel. The God of War was living up to his legend—while Hexos proved why he was feared as the sole entity within the dark army whose physical output approached Lord Demon Shura himself!