The Monarch-Chapter 551: Demigod[2]

The light could no longer propagate in this medium. There were no solids, liquids, or gases; the concept of matter had ceased to exist as everything was consumed by fire. Black holes began to erupt, tearing the surrounding space apart and amplifying the chaos dozens of times over. Kayden hadn’t expected to see something this extraordinary today.

Without fear, he observed tens of thousands of shadowy figures rushing toward him, each carrying black holes embedded within their forms. At these temperatures, even the slightest touch on his mana would disintegrate it entirely. Kayden converted the three planes of his sixth sense into pure mana, preparing himself. This was about to become a battle worthy of legends.

Unshaken, he began deflecting the attacks of the countless forms of black fire. Each strike carried unimaginable power, yet Kayden remained undeterred, his focus unwavering as he searched for the demigod among them. It didn’t take long to find it—its soul burned brighter than all the flames in this hellish dimension combined.

The clash was a cataclysm of force, the likes of which Kayden had rarely experienced. Both combatants were offensive mages. There were no defenses, no barriers—only relentless attacks of incomprehensible magnitude. Neither held back their raw strength, but Kayden didn’t launch a single full-powered attack. Instead, he fought with efficiency and precision, adopting a self-sustaining approach. Through his mastery of the laws of balance, he was able to recover mana from the environment thousands of times faster than normal.

The battlefields were an endless storm of lightning and fire. The two forces raged across every inch of space, clashing in an eternal struggle. Kayden’s lightning strikes were masterful and flawlessly focused. Not a single joule of energy was wasted. His attacks left no collateral damage—no cracks in the surrounding space, no rippling auras of residual power. Each strike was perfect, honed entirely to extinguish the flames.

This level of mastery was nothing short of astonishing. Even Kayden couldn’t easily replicate such precision in his highest-level spells. His triple-plane lightning, a force of nature that could shred space-time itself, was under his complete control. Yet, wielding it demanded an extraordinary amount of focus and effort.

Kayden hadn’t felt this alive in centuries. Every moment brought the threat of being consumed by fire, and the sound of space tearing under the sheer pressure of the flames was a chilling symphony. Watching the void emerge beyond his sight was mesmerizing. His lightning raged like an endless, boundless storm, filling the entire planet. Everywhere his gaze fell, a bolt of lightning serpentined through the air, locked in battle against the flames.

"What’s your name?" the demigod asked, realizing Kayden was not a simple fool but a formidable opponent.

"Kayden Heart. No need to introduce yourself; I don’t remember the names of the dead," Kayden replied coldly, uninterested in engaging with someone who would soon perish.

The demigod ignored Kayden’s bluntness, caught on one detail: Kayden’s name. It was not unfamiliar in the world of demigods. This was the man who killed demigods on whims, the one who had brought Atlas to his knees effortlessly. Known by many titles and infamous for countless feats, Kayden was universally regarded as a monster hidden in the cosmos.

The fire changed yet again. The battle had raged for only a few minutes, but it was already escalating to its final stage. At this level, drawn-out conflicts were rare. Their most potent spells far surpassed the rest of their arsenals—there was no such thing as balance at the peak. As an experienced assassin from Kayden’s old world once said: "Balance is the folly of fools."

This time, white fire emerged, consuming everything within a ten-million-kilometer radius. Within that boundary, even the fundamental laws of existence began to falter. Kayden could feel the law of balance struggling desperately to restore order, but it was futile. The white fire obliterated the fabric of space, creating a new universe within existence where fire reigned supreme.

Matter no longer held any meaning there. The laws of physics were irrelevant. Kayden felt trapped in a world entirely alien, a universe made of flames. There was no space to stand on, no pathways for mana to traverse. Everything had ceased to exist—there was only fire, stretching endlessly in every direction. Amidst the chaos, Kayden could only spread his arms and marvel at the sheer beauty of the destruction surrounding him.

His body was completely obliterated, but it didn’t matter. His physical form was merely a puppet, devoid of real significance at this moment. His soul expanded across his sixth sense, vast and unrestricted. For the first time in countless eons, Kayden was taking something seriously. His soul awakened in its entirety, merging with the universe and extending across all 20 billion kilometers of its reach. Kayden hadn’t entered this state in ages.

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The sheer pressure of his soul, unleashed without restraint, caused space to tremble across the vast 20 billion kilometers. The demigod felt as if he were facing a god whose domain far exceeded his meager few million kilometers. The white fire scorched Kayden’s body and attempted to burn into his soul. For the first time in ages, Kayden was surprised to feel his very foundations under assault. This fire was truly the life’s work of a being neither mortal nor divine.

Kayden stopped concerning himself with the demigod’s presence, entering a deep trance. It had been eons since he’d faced a genuine battle, and even longer since his life was at risk. If he remained in this fiery universe for just a few more minutes, a part of his soul would be destroyed and reshaped by the flames. Fixing such damage would take hundreds of billions of years, but Kayden didn’t care.

Instead, he focused entirely on his sixth sense, converting all three planes into mana. He accelerated the laws of time throughout his sixth sense, combining them with the laws of balance. In an instant, the three planes were restored, only to be converted into mana once again.

Kayden entered a state of hyperfocus he had rarely achieved in his life, disconnecting from everything beyond his domain over his sixth sense and his laws. Within seconds, he amassed a level of mana that transcended mortal comprehension. No mage, not even a ten-ring archmage, could wield such power in reality.

In this state, Kayden accumulated mana at a speed that defied reason. The sheer volume dwarfed anything he had ever manipulated before. All of this mana was condensed into a single lightning strike. A bolt of such magnitude that it eclipsed even his triple-plane attack, surpassing it by dozens of times.

The battle had become something extraordinary—a clash of titanic forces that defied all understanding. Yet, in his state of absolute focus, Kayden felt no fear, no hesitation. There was only the storm within him, building toward a crescendo that promised to shake the very fabric of existence.