"I know."

Red Dog knew who was hidden inside the Iron Coffin and vaguely understood what really happened on the blood-red night.

What a pity.

The feeling of harboring secrets in his heart was not pleasant, but Red Dog couldn’t reveal this secret to anyone. He knew that lady was always watching him, satisfying her curiosity with mischievous delight, then watching him agonize.

Red Dog shook his head indifferently, "Just a game."

But deep down, there was a long since dried-up sadness.

It was a game among the Devils, they, all of them, were just pathetic toys.

...

The fortress that stood for countless years collapsed, ruins piled up on the edge of the cliff, and with a series of faint tremors, they slid into the depths of the Sea of Mist, disappearing from sight.

Soon, the faint tremors became clear, sharp howls grew increasingly shrill.

Ether collisions ripped through the earth, dust rose, and between it, two figures darted back and forth at high speed.

The Shadow King, filled with frenzy, slashed streams of fire toward the First Seat, which lightly sliced the cliff, melting rock as endless fire rains poured down, while the First Seat wielded the Great Scythe, dodging and counter-attacking coldly and mercilessly.

Cutting off the raging fire streams, flames scorched his scarlet robe, the First Seat took a step forward, Ether instantaneously exploded, unimaginable power and speed empowering him, in an instant the First Seat appeared behind the Shadow King, slashing down fiercely with the Great Scythe.

The Shadow King reacted quickly enough, spinning his body, delivering a whirling strike, the Fire Sword cutting through the air, stirring whirlpool-like flames.

Their battle resembled the clash of two lightning bolts, extending and retracting, spinning, intersecting one another.

The Shadow King’s Fire Sword howled, igniting a blazing fire in the air, like a gigantic flag, while the First Seat’s Scythe turned into a ghastly white afterimage, each strike raising a gust of wind, instantly destroying the surrounding buildings and vegetation.

The booming collisions sounded continuously, a series of sparks burst between blade edges.

They flowed like water, the battle environment changing rapidly, sometimes leaping in the air, sometimes swinging weapons on the ground, each attack between them akin to a tempest, bringing forth a shower of sparks or blood. On them, the pale and crimson lights interwove, emitting a dazzling brilliance.

The Scythe in the First Seat’s hands seemed to "see" and parry the Shadow King’s edges, each time precisely slicing the Fire Sword’s attack into segments.

His style was incredibly composed, as if toying with the Shadow King, who roared in anger, relentlessly pursuing. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Though the Fire Sword’s attack power was strong, in the First Seat’s eyes, it appeared somewhat monotonous, the Shadow King’s agile maneuvers countering the First Seat’s violent offensives.

Their clash only lasted a brief moment, yet the fierce battle incited waves of disaster.

Beside them, flames roared, fierce winds blew, the land and buildings were utterly destroyed, on this battlefield turned to ruins, their rapid movement and attacks resembled modern music, quick and wild.

In the orchestral sound of swords clanging, the First Seat extinguished all tones.

The lethal Scythe arrived at a speed beyond visual capture, slicing through flames, tearing through air, slashing the Shadow King’s black shoulder armor, pulling him abruptly to the ground.

The Shadow King crashed into the ground, creating a massive crater, the Scythe descended from above, the Shadow King arduously raised the Fire Sword horizontally, blocking the strike, the two weapons locked in a stalemate.

The First Seat asked once more, "Why not submit to destiny?"

The Shadow King replied with a low growl, the rage and defiance in his heart trembling his body slightly, he went wild, wanting to rise in rebellion, but was completely suppressed by the First Seat, unable to move.

The First Seat sensed the Shadow King’s fatigue and inner unease, releasing another bizarre cackle, in that disturbing laughter, the fire of the sword dimmed.

Raising the Great Scythe, smashing it down upon the Shadow King again and again, in the resounding tremors, the ground fragmented, then collapsed into the next level, the impact from the Great Scythe surging through the Shadow King, churning his blood and energy, even the Alchemy Armor was riddled with cracks, with each swing, he was like a firmly squeezed fruit, blood being forced out from the crevices.

At the end, the Shadow King lay collapsed in the deep pit, breath weak.

The Shadow King knew he could no longer defeat the First Seat, the Shadow King’s ability to maintain the power of the Seeker of Glory depended wholly on the Alchemy Armor’s protection, but now this armor was shattered, and the continuity of power was intermittently cut off, if this continued, he wouldn’t be able to wield the power of the Core Flame Sword.

As for his own Secret Energy... that was never his from the beginning.

The First Seat walked to the Shadow King’s back, seizing his head with one hand, the Great Scythe resting on his neck, like an executioner, then slowly raising the Great Scythe.

"A delayed execution, truly satisfying."

The First Seat whispered.

The Shadow King’s vision grew chaotic, his thoughts teetered precariously under a barrage of severe injuries.

He suddenly laughed, realizing in the end, he still couldn’t escape the pursuit of the Death God, the wish hidden deep in his heart, too, could never be fulfilled, on the other hand, he also realized that Devils were not omnipotent.

Leviathan’s promise ultimately fell through... the Shadow King was somewhat disappointed.

"Are you crying?"

The First Seat heard a faint sobbing sound.