Naless Death skidded to a stop in the air, a faint glow circling his feet.
He narrowed his eyes.
Berserker’s aura was heavier than before.
It was dense and suffocating, pressing down like a tidal wave.
It had grown sharper, more complete, and was no longer restrained by the limits of Stage 4.
It had passed into Stage 5.
Reality around Berserker rippled and distorted, as though the world was unsure how to react to his presence.
Chaos and Void elents spun around him, layering over one another, thickening like clouds before a storm.
"Why did you stop? Afriad of , brat?" Berserker grinned.
Naless Death closed his eyes and exhaled.
He stopped holding himself back.
His aura exploded outward, and replaced the atmosphere around them.
The weight of his aura was heavier than Berserker’s.
The chaotic void was forced to let go of disorder and follow order by his aura.
Berserker’s grin slipped slightly as he felt it.
Naless Death took a single step forward.
The ground beneath his feet collapsed into dust, and his aura kept surging upwards, reaching Stage 5 with terrifying stability.
His presence didn’t just suppress Berserker’s power; it made it feel irrelevant.
"I see," Berserker said. "Your combat ability has stepped into Stage 5 realm."
Naless Death didn’t reply.
He raised his right arm, and flas erupted along its length.
They were pale white, tinged faintly with gold.
The flas were unfamiliar, yet familiar.
They had grown over ti in that Cosmos before Naless Death had found them.
World Ender Flas.
Without warning, they burst forth in a massive arc that swept toward Berserker.
The temperature shot upward.
The sky above them blistered, clouds vanishing as heat blanketed the realm.
Sand turned to glass, and the air shimred with unstable energy.
The fla column crashed into Berserker like a divine blade descending from the heavens.
When the fire faded, Berserker stood in the center, his body scorched and skin smoking.
The ground around him had vanished, turned into molten pits of glass.
But he remained standing.
He let out a breath.
His body twitched once, and then began to regenerate.
A terrifying laughter rang.
Berker laughed without restraints.
"That was brilliant!"
His presence started to... evolve.
His fiber reford, skin sealed, and the burn marks faded entirely.
"But that won’t work again, and," Berserker said, cracking his neck. "You need to be careful when you attack."
Naless Death looked below.
His arm was missing.
’He attacked back in the instant my attack landed.’
Naless Death frowned.
As expected, the Supre of Void was a formidable opponent.
He exhaled, and rewound the damage to his arm with a single thought.
"O Chains of Hell, bind the evil in front of ," Naless Death chanted.
He didn’t use World Ender flas.
Just by seeing the ’evolved’ aura of Berserker, he could tell that he had now adapted to those flas.
Berserker watched in anticipation as reddish-black chains erupted from the ground.
They warped around his limbs, locking him into the place.
Naless Death raised his hand.
The clouds above darkened.
A vast spear began to descend from the sky, its surface writhing with layered death elentals.
It was the size of a moon, covered in shifting runes, and it fractured the air as it fell.
Berserker grinned as he looked up.
The spear ca crashing down.
When it hit, it split the land open.
The impact stretched for miles, cutting deep into the core of the realm.
Dinsional space twisted and collapsed around it, unable to handle the pressure.
Naless Death hovered in the air, watching.
Then the dust cleared, and Berserker erged.
He was bleeding. His body was torn, but his steps were steady.
With each breath, his injuries sealed, and the death energy clinging to his body slowly dissolved.
"This isn’t enough!"
With a bellowing laughter, Berserker launched himself forward.
Naless Death didn’t dodge. Instead, he accelerated his thinking speed.
’There is it again.’
’He is adapting.’
Naless Death clenched his jaw.
The power of Void was formidable.
’I need to finish him in one go, or he will keep evolving and adapting.’
This ti, he created a black hole behind Berserker.
Its swirling mass of gravity sucked in the surrounding landscape, bending light and air alike.
Berserker’s body was pulled backward.
He strained against it for a mont, then roared. Chaos energy erupted from him, and he stepped forward against the gravity.
His skin ruptured.
His bones broke and were pulled out of his body.
But his grin never faded.
The light in his eyes shone brightly and terrifyingly as he looked at Naless Death, and walked out from the black hole.
With each step, the pull weakened, until he stood at the edge.
Void elentals scread.
He was adapting again.
Naless Death’s expression tightened.
Before Berserker could deal with the black hole, Naless Death attacked again.
[Ethereal World Devouring Roots]
Roots burst from the earth below.
The massive, ethereal tendrils could devour a world.
They weren’t physical, but spiritual, draining not just mana but existence itself.
They wrapped around Berserker’s arms, his legs, even his throat, drawing in energy at an accelerating rate.
Berserker his aura dimd.
The roots fed off his power and threatened to drain him dry.
But his crazed laughter never died.
He was enjoying this battle.
He was enjoying being crushed.
With a crazed grin, he bit into the thickest root near his neck.
It cracked. Then shattered. The others began to dissolve as well.
Without waiting for a mont, he pouched towards Naless Death.
[Nullhour]
Naless Death snapped his fingers, trying to erase the Berserker from the tiline.
A conic wave of nullification spread from his body, erasing space, mana, and ti.
Where it touched, nothing remained.
The light, the motion, the mory.
Everything was disappearing.
Berserker pulled his fist backwards and punched.
A storm of Chaos and Void erupted.
It tore through Nullhour.
But before they could continue, twelve white orbs, summoned by Naless Death, materialized around Berserker.
Each orb turned into a supernova.
Massive, cataclysmic waves of light and force collided into the ground, the sky, and each other.
The land fractured completely under the pressure.
Dinsional space ripped apart. Sound itself faded under the overwhelming heat and force.
Naless Death was breathing heavily.
Although he had not moved, he had used his strongest attacks in quick successions.
And yet...
"Are you tired already?"
Berserker’s voice rang.
A blade of Void slashed forward, cutting down the cracks in the space that had ford due to Naless Death’s attack.
’Dammit, he keeps evolving and adapting to my attacks.’
Naless Death needed kill him faster than he could evolve and adapt.
He exhaled and used—
"You can’t win like this."
Berserker was in front of him already.
The blow hit Naless Death square in the chest.
Bones cracked. The follow-up punch sent him flying.
Before he could recover, Berserker was already there, slamming a knee into his ribs and launching him into the air again.
Naless Death coughed, blood spraying from his mouth as he was flung through a hill and rolled to a stop in a crater.
Berserker approached slowly, without rush.
"I told you," he said. "Find out your Path. Without it, you will die here today."
He reached down and grabbed Naless Death by the collar, lifting him off the ground.
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