Once this mode was activated, all other powers would fall silent;
she could only fight using the power of "Death."
In other words, this mode suited solo combat and prevented the summoning of the Holy Shield Knight.
However, Ashu knew when to stop.
Getting a free secret trump card that could instantly unleash Grand Archmage-level strength was already incredible.
"Quick, find Kakarim and kill him!"
After satisfying his own reward, Ashu finally revealed the Holy Cultivator Guild’s Purge Order.
Vivita’s eyes flickered;
she imdiately used spiritual perception to lock onto a figure in the mist.
There was no longer any need to hide using spiritual perception.
The person she locked onto, though essentially fallen into a Demon and thus carrying a chaotic power fluctuation,
still retained the familiar signature of Kakarim’s previous energy pattern.
Ignoring the newly added Demonic power and comparing only the previous power fluctuations,
it was clearly Kakarim.
"Found him!"
Vivita’s eyes turned cold; she was about to charge forward to kill.
Killing Kakarim wasn’t just about completing the Holy Cultivator Guild’s Purge Order—
it was also a way to make up for her earlier failure.
She had not killed Kakarim in ti,
which had led to Kakarim’s suicide and descent into Demonhood.
If she had killed him earlier, Kakarim would never have killed himself.
Vivita’s figure moved swiftly—her speed was always fast.
She was about to catch the fleeing Kakarim when suddenly,
a terrifying aura for Ashu descended from the sky.
Even without spiritual perception, Ashu could feel the tangible pressure of that oppressive presence.
"This is bad!" Ashu thought to himself.
At that mont, Ymir, having just completed her awakening, also spoke: "The Great Demon has returned."
Her voice had changed sowhat, becoming clearer and crisper, with a colder tone and short, precise syllables.
Ashu glanced at her carefully—
in reality, this woman had always worn that cold deanor; it was only after being intimidated by Vivita that she had shown signs of submission.
If she wasn’t good at acting, then she must have a split personality.
"Ashu, two o’clock direction, pursue!" Vivita’s voice ca through the mist.
Hearing this, Ashu imdiately understood.
That had to be the direction Kakarim was fleeing, and Vivita telling him to chase ant she had to give everything she had to hold back the Great Demon’s advance.
Ashu had no spiritual perception, but he imdiately moved toward the two o’clock direction and said to Ymir, "Kill that old bastard, then we can go back."
Sure enough, upon hearing "go back," the coldness in Ymir’s eyes instantly softened.
It was as if Anna had imprinted a ntal seal on her.
"Kill!" Ymir growled softly, and alongside Ashu, charged toward Kakarim.
Her speed even surpassed Ashu’s—she was extrely eager.
Before they had run far, a trendous boom sounded from the sky.
That sound was even louder than a Thunderbolt, nearly shattering Ashu’s eardrums; he felt his head buzzing.
While chasing, he looked up and saw the mist above forming a bowl shape, rapidly dispersing in all directions.
"Is that... the aftershock of power?"
Ashu had to reassess Vivita’s strength.
Until now, there had been no opponent to force Vivita to unleash her full power—at least none he had seen.
At this mont, just one clash was enough to explode the thick Netherrealm mist from the sky.
The mist here was special in nature; ordinary disturbances couldn’t disperse it.
Ashu had just confird this during his recent fight.
But after that thunderous boom, the dense corrupted fog began dissipating rapidly from above.
From the ground looking up, within three seconds the clearing had expanded to ten miles in diater—and was still growing!
"Humans, you’ve co to the wrong place!" The Great Demon’s voice roared from above like a jet engine.
Imdiately after, Ashu saw a gigantic hand ford from blood-red energy smashing toward him.
Fortunately, the huge hand hadn’t moved far before Vivita swiftly shattered it.
"The Twelve Demon-Hunting Nuns. I know you." The Great Demon said, "I knew the narrow-minded Divine Mother Goddess would send you to deal with Kakarim, but you are dood to fail. Kakarim has seen through the Divine Mother Goddess’s injustice—she is not a god worthy of worship. I advise you to escape this suffering soon."
Trying to shake the faith of a Demon Huntress Nun was always futile.
It was easier to kill them than to sway their beliefs.
Vivita didn’t waste a single word.
She was not going to stay on the defensive the entire ti—passive defense always plays into the opponent’s rhythm.
She had to take the initiative and attack.
By taking the initiative, she could not only stop the Great Demon from attacking Ashu, but also seize an opportunity for a Demon Hunt.
As a Demon Huntress Nun, slaying this Great Demon would bring her imnse honor and Divine Points.
...
Using rapid Flight Magic, Ashu quickly caught up to the fleeing Kakarim.
Looking around,
Kakarim no longer looked fully human nor fully demon.
Two goat-like horns had sprouted on his forehead, his hair was patchy with bald spots, and his face was covered with many red scales.
Unlike other Demons, he still retained a shred of human sha—he was even still wearing clothes.
"eting again, Lord Cardinal Kakarim," Ashu blocked his path and re-summoned the Holy Shield Knight.
"How did you beco like this? Never mind how you feel about the Holy Cultivator Guild, but don’t you think you look ugly now? Don’t you have any sense of aesthetics?"
From the very start, Ashu launched a brutal psychological attack.
Kakarim felt each word pierce his heart; he knew all too well what he had beco, but everything was already beyond repair.
"Damn beast! Ashu! Today I’ll kill you, so that the unjust Divine Mother Goddess will lose one of her ’luminous saints’ forever!"
With nowhere left to run, Kakarim prepared for a desperate fight.
He hadn’t seen Ymir before, but since she blocked his way, she was obviously an enemy.
By comparison, the hardest opponent here was the Holy Shield Knight—this summoned creature’s strength was on par with his current state.
Next was the Scythe-wielding woman, and Ashu was the weakest in his eyes.
If he could break through the Holy Shield Knight and the Scythe woman and kill Ashu first, then the fight could be won.
Thinking this made Kakarim’s heart flare up with impatience.
He had never been this impulsive before, but since falling into demonhood, the restraints in his heart had begun to unleash wildly.
"Aaarrgh—"
A low growl escaped from Kakarim’s now deford mouth as he lunged at Ashu like a wild beast.
He dodged repeatedly to avoid the Holy Shield Knight’s attacks and finally found a tiny opening—only to be blocked by the Scythe woman.
That Scythe, filled with the aura of "Death," swung, forcing him to instinctively dodge.
If he didn’t dodge, being struck by the "Death" aura would cause wounds that could never heal—and if serious enough, could worsen.
"Damn bitch! Another slut turned into a slave by a ’luminous saint’!" Kakarim cursed from the bottom of his heart.
Even before becoming a Demon, he had been full of frustration.
A Demon Huntress Nun, normally a mysterious figure who appeared and disappeared like a divine dragon, protected Ashu closely day and night;
A high and mighty Saintess had even willingly married Ashu as his wife and allowed other won to get close to him.
At the ti, he still had so conscience, still understood civilization.
Now that he had fallen into demonhood, his inner frustration was magnified infinitely.
Ashu listened, and instead of feeling anger, he almost laughed out loud—was this a complint or an insult?
The mont Ymir heard those words, her anger flared instantly—she was pure and innocent.
The reason she stood on the sa side as Ashu was because she wanted to return to the human world and answer the invitation from her "master uncle"!
How could anyone slander her pure self as a slut brainwashed into submission?
"Ugly thing, neither human nor demon! I’ll cut out your tongue right now!" Ymir shouted furiously, imdiately unleashing the full power of "Death" within her.
She hurled the Scythe out and controlled it by the chain attached to its end.
Kakarim dodged swiftly, relying on speed and experience to easily avoid it.
He sneered imdiately, "Is that all you’ve got?"
After reclaiming the Scythe, Ymir’s strength indeed surged, but at this mont she was still only at a high Magister level.
Kakarim, though weakened by the conflict between two energies inside him, was still an elder Grand Archmage—bigger than a cal, even when dead, is bigger than a horse.
The difference between a checkpoint, a constraint, and a bottleneck was still very clear.
After dodging, Kakarim imdiately released a dark red orb of light.
It was obviously not pure; its core still contained holy energy, but its surface was wrapped in demon power.
He hadn’t fully digested the demon power nor completely abandoned his holy power.
Still, that dark red orb struck the chain connected to Ymir’s Scythe.
Kakarim was rather cunning—he didn’t attack Ymir directly, nor did he face the Scythe head-on; instead, he aid to sever the chain linking the Scythe.
The chain snapped with a sharp sound.
The Scythe flew backward with the force of the blow.
Ymir’s face imdiately changed drastically—she could not lose the Scythe a second ti; that would not only be humiliating but also harmful to her.
She hurriedly jumped toward the flying Scythe, throwing caution to the wind, but Kakarim’s next attack forced her to dodge.
"Damn it, my Scythe..."
Just as Ymir thought she was about to lose the Scythe again, a hand firmly grasped the Scythe’s handle midair.
Seeing this, Ymir relaxed slightly, but quickly warned, "Let go quickly, that’s the power of ’Death’..."
Unfortunately, her warning ca too ’late.’
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