After that punch landed...
Through the billowing clouds of dust, Orsaga looked down at Raiyaglen, whose head was now embedded deep into the earth—yet he had no intention of stopping.
His other fist followed instantly with another blow.
At the same time, his serpentine tail pinned down Raiyaglen's struggling body, and the eight wings on his back transformed into blades, slashing down with terrifying force again and again.
The thunderous explosions merged into a continuous roar.
Within a single second, Orsaga had unleashed tens of thousands of attacks.
Each strike suppressed Raiyaglen's attempts to resist, forcing him into submission.
As the barrage continued, powerful shockwaves rippled outward in waves, and the hardened land beneath them—reinforced with magic—began to collapse.
In just a few seconds, more than half of the nation was reduced to ruin.
Countless buildings and highways were shattered, leveled, or ripped apart.
As for Nasa City, the coastal site where this all began—though there was little left to destroy—it still bore the consequences. The endless shockwaves reached the shoreline, violently displacing the ocean.
At first, the flow of seawater became chaotic.
Soon after, wave after wave began to form massive tsunamis, surging toward other coastal regions.
A few more seconds passed. Though Raiyaglen had yet to suffer any real physical injuries, the translucent barrier covering his body was rippling more violently with each passing moment, and his internal energy reserves were rapidly being drained.
He realized that if this went on much longer...
Orsaga would beat him to death right here.
Left with no choice, Raiyaglen gritted his teeth and made a decision.
One-fifth of the tens of thousands of eyes covering his body self-destructed simultaneously. Along with it, his lifespan and vitality took a sharp hit.
In exchange, he gained a surge of power beyond comparison.
As this power erupted, the translucent barrier around him flared with golden brilliance.
A network of intricate glowing patterns appeared across its surface, spinning and weaving in constant motion.
Seeing this, Orsaga couldn't tell what Raiyaglen was trying to do, but instinctively, he sensed danger.
Without hesitation, he began layering dozens of defensive spells onto himself.
Although, as an Greater-Rank Demon, his body already maintained nearly a thousand persistent spells at all times...
Still—extra layers never hurt.
But before he could act—
The golden energy inside the barrier exploded outward, and in a flash too fast for him to react, it struck him directly.
It aimed to pierce right through him.
However, with his Malignant-Armament and numerous constant defensive spells stacked together, Orsaga's defense was unimaginably solid—far beyond what most beings could even comprehend.
As a result, the golden energy couldn't break through his defense instantly.
Still, the sheer force of the blast launched his entire body through the air like a cannonball.
He didn't even have time to resist.
Driven by the seemingly endless golden beam, his body shot through the atmosphere, punching a hole straight through the clouds.
In just a single second, he was propelled across countless kilometers, flung off the surface of Planet Talandra and hurled into outer space.
To put it simply—
If he hadn't been a Flame Demon with innate immunity to most fire-based damage, the sheer friction from that speed alone could've stripped off an entire layer of skin.
Even so, the golden beam continued to grind away at his defenses—one protective spell after another was being violently torn apart.
Several seconds later, the beam—with Orsaga still pinned inside—slammed into one of Planet Talandra's nearby moons.
With overwhelming force, he was driven straight into the satellite's surface.
The impact shook the entire moon.
Under the immense violence of the crash, tens of thousands of kilometers of terrain crumbled as if an asteroid had struck.
The surface split open.
Massive landmasses either lifted into the air or sank into the ground.
Under the colossal shockwave, countless craters were flattened like sandcastles on a beach, while enormous, bottomless fissures radiated outward from the point of impact.
Even after the crash had ended—
The sounds of destruction still echoed across the surface, while endless debris and dust floated freely under microgravity in space.
Hundreds of kilometers beneath the surface—
Lying in a sea of magma within the moon, Orsaga glanced down at his shattered chest armor and the heavily damaged internal organs beneath.
His brow furrowed slightly.
The injuries themselves weren't a big deal. For demons, internal organs were mostly irrelevant.
What truly annoyed him was the foreign force interfering with his regeneration—invading his very body structure.
That was far more irritating than the wounds themselves.
With the mindset of "If it's in the way, just get rid of it," he shoved both hands into his body through the gaping wound, and began violently tearing out the decaying, infected parts.
In the end, most of his internal organs were removed, and even about half the flesh on his body was discarded.
When Raiyaglen finally arrived, only to find Orsaga nearly stripped down to a skeleton—
Even he was momentarily stunned.
He couldn't quite figure out why his attack had caused such extensive damage.
But shock aside, when he noticed that Orsaga's body was already healing rapidly, he knew better than to hesitate.
All the eyes on his body began to glow in a myriad of colors, forming a unique ability that enveloped Orsaga completely.
From the feedback of his previous strike, Raiyaglen understood one thing clearly:
Orsaga's defense was monstrously powerful.
Blindly throwing attacks would only waste precious energy.
What he now unleashed was a specialized ability—designed specifically for foes like Orsaga. It could analyze and identify the kind of energy or force that a target was most vulnerable to.
Raiyaglen's species was particularly unique, possessing a bizarre racial talent:
After killing an opponent, if he performed a specific ritual to extract their eyes, he could absorb a portion of their power.
Over countless battles and bloody confrontations, Raiyaglen had acquired nearly one hundred thousand completely different types of abilities.
Now, if he could pinpoint the energy type Orsaga resisted the least...
Then by paying a certain cost, Raiyaglen could temporarily convert all his powers into that attribute—allowing for a focused and efficient attack.
That way, he wouldn't waste strength attacking blindly—and could finally bypass Orsaga's overwhelming defense.
Moreover, those eyes were tied to his future advancement.
Which made them even more important to him.
Now, just thinking about the one-fifth of his eyes and the huge chunk of life force he'd permanently lost—filled him with boundless hatred for Orsaga.
Those were resources that took thousands of years to gather.
Only by wandering through countless civilizations could he collect eyes with such distinct and rare energy properties.
In fact, his prolonged stay on Planet Talandra wasn't just for healing—it was also to cultivate and grow more of these special eyes.
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