Chapter 729

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The Citadel Wide holograms go dark, and confusion spreads through the tens of millions of lords that were forcefully pulled from their daily lives by a mandatory avatar command to watch.

"Where'd they go??"

"What happened? Did they turn off the broadcast?"

"The Demon won... that must be it..."

"No way! You saw The Ogre Conglomeration Head and High Orc Leader take out the dragon in a single attack. They couldn't have lost!"

"Yeah! Berserkers don't go down so easily either... That warrior and the human dodged the Citadel Lords' attack, and even landed an attack back..."

"But this is a Noble... he's probably just toying with them... we've all seen the public matches before..."

"True. Maybe it really is over..."

"Is he really going to kill all of the remaining Lords left in their races? Are the humans, ogres, orcs, and berserker giants done for...?

"I don't know... All we can do is wait and see..."

Even the Demon's servants in lower floors of the tower become confused at the darkness before them.

Not a single reading shows up in their surveillance systems or dueling room high tech monitors.

Only a small group of servants that have followed Andras since back before he was given this position as Citadel Lord understand what is going on.

"He's using that move again... I thought the family head forbid it."

"Yeah, but if you look at the ether readings before our systems went dark... it looks like this was his only choice. Those Warlords are stronger than—"

"Don't finish that sentence! There are no Lower Lifeforms stronger than a Noble Demon."

"Y-You're right. This is merely a part of Andras' plan. He must be concealing his power so he can torture them beyond what the public should see."

While these servants discuss, the consensus inside the dueling room is completely different.

Torvak and Asic still fall down from the sky, but their senses are far too honed with recently refined mental ether that has been waiting to be used to its maximum potential.

Translucent white orbs of energy expand from their minds, and cover the entirety of the dueling room.

Identical pulses of perception pulse out from Ember and Zashen who zero in on the Noble Demon from both sides.

This Demonic Domain of Darkness loses its efficacy almost instantly, as everyone in the room now appears as perfect white outlines in the vision of the 4 warlords.

Two blades of wind magic are the first attacks to come within range of the Demon while lightning and shards of blood stone rain from the sky.

Ember charges up balls of fire in his fists, but watches closely for an opening, as he knows sending attacks off from this distance and this power level is quite useless...

His thoughts become reality as the three-pronged spear in the demon's hand is spun around, making the dark crystal collide with both of the wind crescents coming his way.

They collide and explode, but no sound can be heard within the abyss, the only tell that Zashen's attacks have been blocked is the dispersing ether energy that trails behind the Demon as it points its spear at the berserker and lets out a beam of dark energy.

The Berserker's first instincts are to dodge, but it seems the demon's speed and power has increased by at least 3 times since the lights went out; the kilometer-tall berserker giant only has time to block with both of its blades crossed in front of its head.

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