The battlefield fell silent for just a moment.
Then, the portal that had just vanished opened again — but something was wrong. It flickered, unstable, as if crushed by an immense force.
Seconds later, the horizon itself began to collapse.
The black energy twisted inward like a dying star… until something was thrown out.
A broken body.
Shattered bones, twisted limbs — a puppet torn to pieces.
The Undead Demon King fell headfirst, skull fractured, spine bent at impossible angles.
Every bone in his body was broken. He could barely move his jaw.
And then… a laugh echoed across the battlefield.
A golden light pierced through the clouds, like a pillar connecting heaven and earth.
Jax descended slowly from the sky, wrapped in a cloak of divine fire.
Unlike before, his armor seemed made of pure energy, giving him an otherworldly, godlike aura.
Even though this was just a clone, his power was beyond anything the Demon Kings had ever seen.
