The sword that can easily split mountains only shallowly sank into the skin of the finger, leaving no trace behind.

"How is this possible?! Who are you?" Atrox's pupils contracted. After integrating with the soul of the demonic breed, his strength steadily reached the Holy Rank. If he was given a little more time to understand those memories he had gained, The Realm wouldn't be an impossibility.

With the power he possessed, why was his sword blocked by a single finger?

"You are... The Realm? Impossible! I know every human at The Realm level!" Atrox swung his sword continuously, unleashing several flashes of light, each carrying a heavy aura and the law named "Sever" of the Abyssal Blade.

Such an attack, even if they were both Holy Rank, could not be blocked unless Nianfu comprehended the ancient demonic breed's laws comprehensively and suppressed them. One could only avoid the sharpness.

But what made Atrox's mood plummet was that the man in front of him stood firm in his attacks like a reef in a stormy sea, and what was even more despairing was that he only used one finger to block the sword.

"Two things, first, I don't like pessimism. You should believe that anything is possible and not underestimate any race. Second, I am not human."

"What..." Atrox couldn't help but be stunned, but before he could utter a word of doubt, the man had already flicked his finger at him.

Invisible power in the air suddenly condensed, and then sent his tall body flying like a piece of paper, leaving a large pit on the ground.

"Cough! What kind of law is this?!" Atrox, now at the Holy Rank level, found low-level control skills like telekinesis pointless in front of him. The only thing that could send him flying like that was a law.

But unfortunately, in the countless battles against the demonic breed, he had never encountered a law that corresponded to the one he had just felt.

"Isn't that strange? Listening to you say The Realm, I thought you understood the meaning of this term. It seems that the memories of the demonic breed have not been fully comprehended yet."

The man shook his head and regretfully said, "The so-called The Realm means that the rules within The Realm can be rewritten and created as I wish. In other words, there is no difference between me and a god."

"Who are you, exactly..." Atrox was no longer daring to underestimate him.

"My name is Kongming, an antique from an old era and an adventurer curious about the new world. Um, if I were to use a name you are more familiar with..."

Kongming smiled slightly, "Silvis, the Demon King, Silvis the Sixth."

"The Sixth?!" After the war initiated by Silvis the Seventh Demon King ended, he died without leaving any descendants, so the current ruler of the Devildom is no longer from the Silvis lineage.

At first, Atrox didn't understand, but when he recalled the powerful dynasty of the Devildom before the great war, a part of the demonic breed's memories also awakened.

The Demon King from ten thousand years ago... He died because of the conspiracy of Silvis the Seventh, which attracted the Abyssal Dragon.

Regarded as one of the greatest Demon Kings in the history of the Devildom, he created the second longest dynasty in history. If it hadn't been for the Seventh's plot, no one would doubt that the duration of this dynasty could have set a new record.

But he should already be dead, right? Who exactly was appearing here...

No, no, no, none of that mattered. What mattered now was how Atrox should respond.

Based on the recent exchange, it was clear that the level of Holy Rank was absolutely beyond his reach. However, the Darkin Blade Master was not just a Holy Rank entity, as even the peak-level demons could withstand attacks from deities. Focusing his mind, Yorick searched for memories belonging to the soul of the demon species, and he looked at Zhuge Liang with a sinister gaze. Yes, he could kill, he could achieve it. He had inherited the power of the ancient demon species, and even the Demon King was nothing more than a contemporary creature of the demon species. So what if he was at The Realm level? In the ancient era full of monsters, which demon species didn't possess The Realm level power?

"Die!" Yorick suddenly swung his dark cleaver without warning, defining a whole new set of laws on the blade. Unavoidable, certain to hit, unstoppable. Inheriting the laws of the demon species allowed him to modify the rules and redefine his sword. Though it was only within a small range, it generated laws that were completely nonexistent in the natural world, unique to him alone. Earlier, Zhuge Liang had also used a similar technique to redefine his own hand. Unbreakable, immune to harm. Yorick hadn't expected that he would use it so soon as well.

"Not bad, just after recently fusing, you've already encountered the doorway of The Realm level," Zhuge Liang said with a smile, but then followed it with a faint sigh. "However, if you want to kill me, you still have a long way to go."

Raising his hand, Zhuge Liang no longer pointed at the blade's edge like before. If he did, it would be equivalent to law against law, purely a test of understanding between different rules. "Since you are the one who will serve me in the future, let me show you what this so-called The Realm level really means."

While murmuring to himself, Yorick suddenly felt as if an invisible boundary had surpassed his own body, rapidly expanding. Then, Zhuge Liang's finger pointed directly at Yorick's own head, which was about to be struck by the blade.

An instant of a thousand years, separated by only a fingertip.

This idiom from the East probably best described Yorick's feelings at that moment. Similar to how ordinary people experienced the extension of time laws when facing Holy Rank, the experience for Yorick was far more prolonged. The time laws of an ordinary Holy Rank entity could never achieve this level. What was this?

This doubt emerged in Yorick's mind. "Ah, I'm tired, so tired. Since the fight we had, I haven't used The Realm in a long time." Zhuge Liang yawned with his hand covering his mouth. His head was less than a finger's width away from the blade, yet Yorick was powerless to close that distance. His body had turned into a stone-like gray color. Although everything appeared vividly, the flow of time had completely stopped within him.

Within The Realm, laws shifted as one pleased. Like facing an ordinary person with Holy Rank, The Realm and Holy Rank existed on completely different levels. Even for the same set of laws, the effects would be completely different. Even if Yorick could temporarily break through to The Realm level at a certain moment, he was still ultimately trapped at Holy Rank, bound by this theory.

With the flow of time frozen within his body, Yorick now existed separately from the world, to some extent resembling the Light-binding sword used to seal the demon species, though the effect was not as enduring.

"But it was enough to deal with you. After all, you aren't that guy."

Kongming slowly walked up and tapped on the sword of Aatrox, which had also been frozen and turned gray-white in time.

"Tsk, what's there to be proud of when bullying a little rabbit who just broke through the Holy Rank?"

On Kongming's shoulder, a small lizard with beautiful amethyst-like scales and wings showed a disgusted expression.

"You swallowed me whole back then, wasn't that bullying me when I just broke through The Realm? Is there any difference?"

"And now I've become this ghostly-looking thing as a result." The little lizard stretched its body on Kongming's shoulder like a cat, squinting its eyes and said, "Be careful, you might also face consequences in the future."

"..." Kongming fell silent for a moment, then smiled and extended a finger to scratch the lizard's belly. "I won't provide you with any more power, then."

"You meanie!"

The little lizard got angry, turned its head, stretched its neck, and bit Kongming's finger, firmly intending to bite it off.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, it hurts so much!"

"Damn it! Σ(ŎдŎ|||)ﾉﾉ"

Kongming's face twitched, and he forcefully flicked his hand, throwing the little lizard off his shoulder. After a few rolls in the air, it flapped its wings to regain balance and flew back to Kongming angrily.

"You definitely did that on purpose! Absolutely!"

The little lizard was so angry that it wanted to curse. Its original demonic dragon body was snatched away by Kongming, and in the end, he casually caught an Asiatic Dragon to use as its new body. It had to rely on its own soul power to transform the body into something resembling a dragon.

If it couldn't bite hard enough to hurt Kongming in this state, then something was wrong with him. It would be more accurate to say that its teeth were aching badly.

"Yes, I did it on purpose. So what?"

"Believe it or not... I won't talk to you anymore..."

Of course... I could only be cowardly. I couldn't defeat him, and I relied on Kongming to supply me with power to maintain the existence of my soul. What else could I do?

"What should we do next? There's still a little demon fighting over there, and that disgusting thing on the other side is about to escape our perception range. What do you say?"

The little lizard asked from Kongming's shoulder.

"Well... should we give it some more time and let it escape?" Kongming rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "But if we wait, more people might die on the other side... In that case—"

Kongming's hand slowly made a motion as if pulling a bowstring, and strands of pale purple light converged to form a bow shape.

"Starfall."

Kongming spoke slowly, then released the bowstring. In an instant, a purple meteor streaked across the sky, leaving a long trail behind it before disappearing into the horizon.

"Well, that's taken care of."

"When did you learn that?" the little lizard asked.

"Hehe, it's a secret." Kongming pointed his index finger to his lips with a mysterious smile. "After not seeing each other for three days, you can't help but be surprised. Haven't we both spent ten thousand years meditating separately? Can't I learn a few new tricks?"

Hehe...

The dragon sighed and shrugged its wings in silence, not knowing how to respond. Damn it, if it were something else, it would be fine. But just now, it recognized and took the full force of that arrow. The Age of Legendary War, Elf's proud shooting technique, "Starfall," although it barely withstood it at that time, it was still injured.

You see, even when it was still in The Realm and had an extremely tough dragon body, the power of Starfall was terrifying.

To be honest, the technique of Starfall is not difficult at all, in fact, it is similar to most archery skills, relying on the ultimate compression of strength. The real issue lies with the user.

I have seen others use it as well, but its power is nothing compared to the taillights of the Elf God.

However, with this arrow shot by Kongming, he once again felt that trembling sensation.

"Well... with this kind of power, that guy is surely doomed."

Muttered the Demon Dragon quietly.

Damn, it seems I lost fair and square.