Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener Chapter 359: Chapter 359: This is Unreasonable!

Among the countless skills being unleashed, there was also a faint mist-like energy orb that was thrown into the fray. It was Flanda, seizing the opportunity to offer assistance.

Sterl didn't even glance at it.

A private ssage popped up in front of him. Flanda indicated that by using that energy orb, he could beco invincible and lift all teleportation restrictions around him.

However, Sterl, discarding his cautious style, had no intention of trusting a demon…

At this mont, he could leave whenever he wanted. Although the space was sealed, he could use special items with side effects for teleportation to escape…

On his end, Sterl simply unleashed the third Shattered Void in advance, blocking a multitude of attacks.

Amidst the storm of blades and lights, all skills were shattered, and the item thrown by Flanda, being of decent quality, withstood the force of the attacks and was sent flying far away.

Neither the other demons nor the players dared to pick it up.

Flanda's intent to help phistopheles was quite apparent, but everyone present projected their own feelings onto her, still believing she was not trying to assist but rather had a conspiracy in mind!

That life-saving item awkwardly dropped to the ground.

At this mont, under the power of Sterl's skills, the Demon of Terror and Cruelty, being the core target of the attack, couldn't simply wait for Sterl's skill to finish and then attempt a sneak attack.

When locked onto by Shattered Void, he could only activate his Four-in-One platinum skill to defend himself.

The third clash mirrored the second almost entirely.

Most long-range skills launched by ordinary demigods and Supres were dodged, and a few that exploded near Sterl were shattered by Shattered Void, causing no real impact.

As the high-energy reaction from the collision of the two major skills dissipated, the Demon of Terror and Cruelty acquired dozens more wounds, his life force significantly diminished.

anwhile, Sterl rely maintained an expression of headache.

During the mont of energy convergence, he quietly tested switching to Bionic Tear and then slipped into the small world to absorb the Fire of Ten Thousand Souls.

After observing for a while, Sterl concluded—

The Demon of Terror and Cruelty most likely hadn't noticed! After all, the small world could rge the three divine authorities of creation, humanity, and nature! What was hidden within it might escape even the attention of ordinary deities.

"We need to eliminate the root completely."

"This is the safest approach," Sterl pondered.

What if the Demon of Terror and Cruelty later recalled the monts and discovered the flaws in Sterl's actions? What if he had indeed noticed Sterl's little maneuvers but chose not to point them out, intending to launch a sneak attack during the battle later?

...

As Sterl's thoughts raced, the demons and players present were faced with the unfolding scene.

phistopheles was in pain, and the Demon of Terror and Cruelty was wounded, seemingly just a repetition of their previous clash.

However, the many demons present had anticipated this outco and did not show any signs of disappointnt; instead, their expressions grew even more expectant.

They understood…

In the end, phistopheles would still be unable to hold on.

The more he struggled now, the more valuable the experience beca!

The Fourth Clash...

phistopheles stood with great difficulty, breathing heavily, as if he could barely hold on any longer.

On the other side, the Demon of Terror and Cruelty had accumulated nurous injuries, one of which was particularly severe, deep enough to expose bone and dripping with blood.

The Fifth Clash.

phistopheles appeared even worse off, struggling to remain upright. Although he bore no visible wounds, he was undoubtedly at his last gasp.

The Demon of Terror and Cruelty had sustained an injury that had damaged his internal organs, but at least he was still managing to maintain his mana.

Victory seed possible!

Countless demons pondered this in their hearts.

The Sixth Clash.

The Seventh...

...The Twelfth!

At this mont...

Where Sterl and the Demon of Terror and Cruelty clashed, the remnants of any camp had long vanished, and even the hellish scenery no longer resembled its forr self.

It was just a wasteland, filled with void and chaotic spatial currents.

Moreover...

The violent sounds had piqued the curiosity of players from countless main worlds far away.

However...

The demons and players under the command of the malevolent spirit had been lured by the deities of the main world to the Succubus Queen's camp to slay their companions.

Thus, the people from the main world, constrained by the commands of their deities, showed no intention of drawing closer.

Amidst the endless spatial turbulence, two figures floated.

phistopheles...

Uh...

He indeed looked worse off, but with each successive clash, the degree of his apparent suffering seed to diminish.

This was not because Sterl was slacking or not acting convincingly.

It was mainly because human expressions have limits, and so does body language.

He could no longer think of any way to portray himself as more pained or closer to breaking down...

In fact, it was simply that the Demon of Terror and Cruelty had already incurred sunk costs, having tried so many tis—

phistopheles's mana and overdrawn soul power would surely run out next ti!

Otherwise, the Demon of Terror and Cruelty would have stopped the collision of skills long ago.

But after repeating this process twelve tis...

The expressions of Demon of Terror and Cruelty, Lovic, and many other demons gradually turned strange.

From initial confidence and satisfaction, their expressions beca increasingly odd, eventually losing their smiles as they stared blankly at phistopheles.

Clearly, after each wave of confrontation, he looked as if he was greatly exhausted and on the verge of collapse.

Yet, he sohow continued to hold on!

It even gave off a bizarre feeling...

TMD, this guy... could it be that he's just putting on an act for us?

"No, it's impossible!"

"The mana consumption of the platinum skills used by phistopheles cannot be low; he's not relying on technique, but purely matching output with Lovic's to achieve a stalemate... He must be pretending!"

"He won't be able to hold on much longer; the pain from overstraining his energy limits is sothing that can't be endured solely by willpower!"

"That's right, the battle is about to end!"

"phistopheles is already a dead man!"

...

At this mont, several Supres spoke with certainty, their confidence stemming from common sense.

It is well-known that in Swallowing Heaven/Transcendence, no matter how strong players beco, they cannot enhance their souls. Even if phistopheles has exceptional talent, the damage caused by overexertion will quickly destroy his soul!

They appeared confident, yet deep down, they felt an inexplicable sense of uncertainty. Logically, they believed what they said was undoubtedly correct, but according to logic, phistopheles should have collapsed long ago.

This line of thinking reignited a spark of hope in the eyes of the Demon of Terror and Cruelty. He shared the sa thoughts as these Supres, and with their encouragent, his resolve strengthened even more.

That's right! Victory was within reach!

Once more!

"Roar!!"

The imnsely powerful demon howled, burning his life force to forcefully attack!

After twelve clashes, Lovic's energy had already been completely depleted. He had used a large amount of potions to compensate, but his soul was also bearing the brunt of overexertion!

At this mont, burning life force seed to be the more advantageous choice.

Lovic felt—

"If phistopheles continues to endure… I won't be able to hold on!"

"Die for !"

The Demon of Terror and Cruelty was engulfed in a blood-red fla, the power of his quadruple Platinum Skill fully accumulated and unleashed once again!

He aid for a decisive strike, so the strength of his attack far exceeded anything before.

On Sterl's side, he simply released Shattered Void once again, his expression unchanging…

No, it was a sudden change; he contorted his face into an extrely pained expression, as if unleashing the skill was costing him half of his life.

Then he gathered the Flowing Water Blade, slowly drawing his sword…

Swish!

A storm of countless sharp blades and spatial fragnts surged forth!

Ultimately, the attacks of the Demon of Terror and Cruelty and Sterl collided once more!

Under the high-energy impact, a destructive light burst forth. This ti, it was not only a white light but also a surge of blood-red flas, symbolizing the Demon of Terror and Cruelty's desperate output!

Countless onlooking demons and players instinctively retreated a considerable distance.

As expected...

Amidst the blazing light, a storm quickly swept through, more terrifying than any previous skill clash, churning violently.

The area of the basin, already carved out by the energy waves, rapidly expanded!

With such an output, the expressions of many demons and players changed significantly!

This was precisely the scene they had imagined for phistopheles's demise!

The demons also showed respect for phistopheles, recognizing him as a… strong opponent!

He deserved a perfect conclusion.

...

As the white light gradually faded away once more...

The nurous Supres who had sworn oaths, along with the demons who believed profoundly in their judgnt, all widened their eyes in anticipation of the result.

They saw phistopheles's figure sway, then his toes lifted slightly...

Suddenly, he stood upright!

A provocative smile appeared on his face.

At this mont, Sterl showed no signs of weakness whatsoever. He had exhausted his imagination trying to figure out how to appear more tragic, so he simply stopped pretending.

In contrast, the Demon of Terror and Cruelty was battered and bruised from the nurous clashes, gasping for breath.

Boom!

A loud crash echoed through the air.

The Demon of Terror and Cruelty dropped to one knee.

That's right.

The outco was indeed clear.

It was true that soone couldn't hold on!

But it wasn't phistopheles who couldn't hold on; it was Lovic, who had been a respected deity for a thousand years.

He couldn't hold on any longer!

Silence...

A hush fell over the area, leaving many demons dumbfounded.

"No way??"

"He's still fine?"

"Wasn't he on the verge of collapse just a mont ago??"

...

Their first reaction was to doubt their own eyes, and they began to reassess the situation.

"Lord Lovic... has fallen??"

"No, wait! phistopheles doesn't look weak at all; we've all been fooled!!"

"How does phistopheles seem like he hasn't consud anything at all??"

...

They were filled with confusion...

So of the Supres felt their minds were about to explode—

Had phistopheles been pretending all along? Did he really unleash such powerful skills without any consumption?

Lord Lovic fell first?

Oh, that actually made sense; he had endured the backlash from over a dozen skills, plus he had just burned his life force. He was bound to give out.