章 485: Chapter 485 : The Final War (8)

In the heart of the maelstrom, where the clash of steel and the roar of battle formed a monstrous symphony, the First Demon King stood. Each swing of his blade was a reaper's scythe, carving a bloody path through the enemy ranks. Yet, a flicker of unease crossed his features. A furrow creased his brow, and he halted mid-stride, summoning a shard of dark crystal.

The gem pulsed with a malevolent light in his palm, its surface marred by a web of cracks. With a violent crack, it shattered into a million obsidian fragments, dissolving into wisps of dark energy that dissipated before his eyes. An irritated hiss escaped the First Demon King's lips.

"Ah," he sighed, the sound laced with disappointment. "It seems that the Crown Prince has perished."