Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener Chapter 791: Burning to Ashes! The Key is in Hand!

"Kill!"

The clash between Asa and Sterl lasted only an instant, but the Legion Commander reacted imdiately.

Without hesitation, he activated the power of the secret runes within him and gave the command.

Purple runic energy spread from his body, forming purple threads that connected to each soldier, resonating in so strange way with the green runes on their bodies.

Under the influence of this resonance, the combined aura of all the soldiers surged, increasing by a full thirty percent in the blink of an eye!

The Legion Commander quickly drew his long blade from his waist, its edge gleaming. In the next instant, he appeared right in front of Sterl.

The soldiers behind him also erupted with terrifying speed, charging toward Sterl to overwhelm him.

Facing a legendary foe like the War Demon, they had no intention of engaging in a gentleman's duel. They were going to use every ounce of their power to completely annihilate him. Only the victor had the right to decide everything!

However, Sterl paid no attention to the Legion Commander charging at him. Although the long blade in the commander's hand posed a considerable threat, if these minions required his full attention, then perhaps it was ti to leave them forever in the Eternal Light World.

Boom!!

The air twisted, and space shattered!

The Legion Commander, who had fiercely swung his blade at Sterl, was suddenly struck by an imnse force, as though sothing heavy had slamd into him. The long blade in his hand cracked open, and brutal force surged into his body, causing nurous gaping blood wounds to appear on his powerful form.

He was sent flying backward at a speed even faster than his initial charge, leaving behind a trail of scarlet blood.

At the sa ti, the army advancing in formation also ca under a mysterious attack.

Suddenly, the Constant Abyss, which they had effortlessly passed through earlier, began to twist. Then, a massive surge of Power of Nightmares erupted from these Constant Abysses.

Unlike normal Power of Nightmares, these dark, deep waves pulsed with an eerie crimson, as if they contained twisted and chaotic forces!

"Roar!!"

A deafening roar exploded from the sky.

Everyone's eyes widened as they looked up, only to see a terrifying giant serpent with bull's head and serpent's body, its massive wings unfurled, coiling in the air. Its enormous eyes were fixed intently on the soldiers below, its gaze hungry and predatory!

But that wasn't all. One by one, nightmare warriors, their auras terrifying, erged from the Constant Abyss, grinning nacingly as they rushed into the ranks of the army.

In an instant, this powerful, battle-hardened army, strengthened by secret rune resonance, was like a flock of sheep facing a ferocious tiger, utterly incapable of resisting!

In just one exchange, over a hundred soldiers were slaughtered and devoured by these Nightmare Elites.

It should be noted that the Nightmare Elites surviving in the depths of the Abyssal Prison were all at least Nightmare Leader level, with the weakest among them still being a top-tier leader. Their strength, at the very least, reached the lower limit of the upper divine tier.

These soldiers, although strong and brave, were rely at the divine level—one entire tier below.

Moreover, beyond the Nightmare Leaders, there were also Nightmare Generals, Nightmare Lords, and Nightmare Grand Marshals!

And there were even the personal guards, powerful enough to rival the Lord-tier strength.

After all, this was once the Nightmare Legion, composed of elites and powerful high-ranking individuals!

As for the one who had easily sent the Legion Commander flying, it was none other than Sterl's personal guard commander, Wood!

This eight-ter-tall monster, with a body bulging with muscles, resembling a humanoid Titan, wielded a serrated greatsword and erged from the Constant Abyss.

After devouring a large number of Nightmare Beasts, Wood's strength had returned to nearly 80% of its peak, with a brutal and heavy aura that made him resemble a cold, rciless tyrant!

As the Commander of the Personal Guard, in terms of raw power, Wood was not inferior to the forr War Demon. He was the third strongest force in the entire Nightmare Legion.

However, Wood had always taken his mission as protecting the War Demon. He was uninterested in power or status; his true goal was to grow stronger, and War Demon had the power to help him achieve that.

This was also one of the reasons why, despite knowing Sterl was an imposter, the ten Grand Marshals still didn't dare to retaliate imdiately.

They couldn't read Wood's intentions, and if they acted rashly, they would likely beco targets for this powerful madman.

Even if they tead up to kill Wood, they would almost certainly lose one or two of their own in the process. With freedom so close at hand, no one wanted to be the unlucky one.

After sending the Legion Commander flying with a single strike, Wood turned and looked at Asa, who was locked in battle with Sterl.

The latter's pupils narrowed, and a chill ran down his spine as he gazed at the Nightmare Elites, who now seed like wild beasts unleashed. His mood plumted instantly.

"How is this possible? Even if you managed to escape the Abyssal Prison, you could never have the power to release these monsters!"

In this mont, even though Asa had an incredibly resilient spirit, he couldn't help but waver.

The mories of the misery he had suffered under the control of the War Demon and Nightmare Legion thousands of years ago flooded back, and the fear that had once engulfed him surged up once again, like a tidal wave.

Sterl landed a powerful punch, knocking Asa back, and pulling him out of his mories and trembling fear.

In the next instant, ten terrifying figures surrounded him without a sound—the Nightmare Legion's ten Grand Marshals.

Wood was not far off, wielding his serrated greatsword, staring at him intensely, as if ready to cleave his skull at any mont.

As Asa looked around at these familiar and horrifying figures, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

It wasn't just fear; it was disbelief, collapse, and a deep worry for the Dream Spirit Empire.

He was once the strongest marshal of the empire, having led the army to face the main force of the Nightmare Legion. He knew their power better than anyone.

Though the Dream Spirit Empire had undergone trendous changes over the last tens of thousands of years, conquering almost ninety percent of the races and becoming the World Overlord, while also creating powerful arcane skills like secret rune resonance through the War Soul Resonance arcane skill—its strength had been fundantally reborn—it was still uncertain whether the Dream Spirit Empire could suppress these monsters once they broke free. If they did, countless civilians and soldiers would be buried beneath this nightmare storm!

Especially this War Demon before him, which felt so alien, so unsettling. His instincts told him that this was not the War Demon of the past, but its terrifying power was far beyond what it once was!

This was a nightmare! A nightmare! A disaster! The executioner capable of destroying worlds!

Thus, Asa was determined to stop this disaster, no matter what it cost him.

"Monster! Stay here forever!!"

The resolve to die shone in Asa's eyes, and the golden secret rune on his chest erupted with a brilliant light.

At that mont, his remaining life force was instantly burned away. All the power of the runes transford into a golden fla that wrapped around his arm.

On his arm, a bronze key tattoo was smoking, gradually evaporating.

This was, in fact, the only key to open the Eternal Light World!

Asa, the man who had devoted his life to the Dream Spirit Empire, was now determined to use his last strength to dispel the shadow looming over the empire.

But sadly, the fla only burned for a mont before vanishing.

Sterl's eyes glowed with deep, ghostly light as he fixed his gaze on Asa. Asa's expression slowly beca vacant, ultimately losing all signs of life.

The once-renowned Nightmare Grand Marshal had perished in this inconspicuous place.

Sterl's eyes returned to normal as he deactivated the Phantom Purgatory ability.

Since Asa had appeared, Sterl had been on high alert, and at the final mont, he had prepared to neutralize Asa's desperate last-ditch attack.

In reality, even if Sterl had done nothing, Asa's final sacrifice would have been in vain.

He was simply too weak. Even burning the last of his life force couldn't destroy the key. The reason he chose to act was twofold: first, to be cautious and prevent any unforeseen consequences, and second, to show the enemy his final respect.

To Sterl, Asa was an enemy worthy of respect. But an enemy was still an enemy. He would not hold back, nor would he insult Asa's dignity. At the core, they were simply on opposite sides—there was no talk of good or evil.

Sterl then lightly gestured, and Asa's body imdiately withered. It crumbled away as if eroded by ti, slowly disintegrating until it vanished entirely.

Only a bronze key fell into Sterl's hand.

As they watched the key, the eyes of the ten Grand Marshals widened in astonishnt, and a powerful impulse surged within them—the urge to seize the key!

With that key in their possession, they could escape this damned Eternal Light World, fleeing the cursed Abyssal Prison that had sealed them away for forty thousand years!

However, at that mont, Sterl's gaze, tinged with a hint of amusent, fell on them. Instantly, the fiery emotions burning in their hearts vanished. One by one, they either lowered their heads, staring at their noses, or began looking around, as if distracted by sothing of interest.

"Let's move quickly," Sterl said with a gentle smile, but the brutal bloodlust emanating from him made all the marshals' hearts skip a beat.

If the War Demon of the past had been powerful, cold, composed, and dignified, now it was imbued with an indescribable sense of tyranny and cruelty.

If they were to compare it to the Nightmare Overlord, they would rather face the Nightmare Overlord than the current War Demon.

It was as if the War Demon and Nightmare Overlord had rged, becoming even more flamboyant and dangerous!

Without hesitation, the ten Grand Marshals charged toward the struggling army, with Wood remaining by Sterl's side as his personal guard. As for the key in Sterl's hand, Wood acted as if he hadn't even noticed, keeping his gaze straight ahead, unwavering.