Silva saw this and was shocked because the sword amplified his will by a lot, yet White Fang had more than him.
White Fang looked over at Silva and smiled. He suddenly increased his force and moved faster, breaking out of the grip of the gate and charging at Silva.
Silva had less than a second to make his next move, so he made the move. He cast Domain, and his Domain spread out immediately.
Then he used the laws of time and locked the space to stop or slow down White Fang. But to his surprise, White Fang coated himself with his blessing, and the blessing nullified the effect of the Domain.
But still, the Domain helped amplify Silva’s control and will, allowing him to get really close to the amount needed to replicate the slash from back then.
And so he did that. He slashed his blade as fast as he could, and then the bright light shined, covering the entire Domain and even shattering the walls of the Domain.
When the light died down, the forest for more than a ten-kilometer radius was totally destroyed. No trees, no life—just a barren land filled with destructive mana still flying around.
If anyone less than level fifty stepped into this barren field, they would instantly be killed on the spot.
Drake, Lily, and Aris had been protected, though. They were in the Domain when Silva made the slash, so Aris used her chaos to cover them.
And since the strike was not directed at them, they were able to survive.
“Hahahaha,” White Fang laughed loudly when the attack was over. His entire body was covered in blood, from head to toe, but it didn’t seem like he was injured.
Silva was amazed by White Fang’s healing factor—it was beyond this world.
“That attack, that attack actually almost killed me. You almost killed a hero. That attack is crazy, Silva; you keep surprising me more and more.
How can a Demon King candidate have such power—power to rival a hero? That’s abnormal. But still, I like it.
It seems I’ll have to go all out with you now, Silva. Let’s hope what you showcased now was not your total best, because I have a lot more to test,” White Fang said.
“How did you survive that and still have the energy to walk?” Silva asked. He was genuinely confused and unsure of what to do.
Sure, he had a million spells and skills to use and other ways to try and win, but he was running out of mana, and fast.
He couldn’t even use the slash he did a second time. That slash had the power to destroy a small world, and the reason it didn’t spread too far today was because the Domain hindered it.
He simply lacked the mana to repeatedly do it. There was also another issue at hand, and that was the fact that White Fang had mostly been on the defensive and was yet to attack seriously. What would happen if he did?
Silva was now realizing why they were the top of the world and why they were the powerhouses. Just simply growing in strength didn’t assure you a victory over someone like a hero or Demon King.
White Fang finally decided to take this seriously. He took out a sword, and the sword immediately started shining brightly.
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“The true form of a blessing is what I could show you, but when a hero uses his full blessing, it’s a declaration of war.
It’s a rule that was set in place to ensure that no one ever uses their full blessing or curses. These are powers that carve reality and change this world.
But it doesn’t mean I can’t show you something similar. So here and now, I’ll attack you, and if you survive, then I’ll let you live.”
“That’s quite enough, don’t you think, White?” A voice suddenly sounded and stopped White Fang. He looked up and saw Elaine coming toward them.
“Elaine, what brings you here?” White Fang asked.
When Silva heard her name, he turned around and saw Elaine coming toward them.
“Well, when a hero uses his blessing, even if it’s a false blessing like you did, all heroes and Demon Kings feel it because of the pact.
And so I felt it. I could also tell that the location was close to Silva’s home. I put two and two together and came rushing here.
Luckily, I made it in time. I thought we had all discussed that we would not interfere with this matter for now.
Or are you here on a solo endeavor?” she asked.
“Well, I came here because Silva bears a striking resemblance to me and someone dear to me. I want to know how and why.
But then, I was surprised by the amount of skill and abilities he suddenly showed. He even managed to grievously wound me, and that amazed me.
So I wanted to test how far he could go, but you came along now and spoiled that fun,” White Fang said.
“You both have already done enough damage. Take a look at the forest that once stood here—you leveled it,” Elaine said.
“That was all Silva’s doing. Amazing, right?” White Fang said.
Silva watched them talk, and he was a bit confused. Shouldn’t they be on more enemy-like terms?
“Aren’t you guys enemies?” Silva asked.
“Well, you can call us enemies, but that doesn’t mean we don’t relate. We keep the balance, and that means fighting ourselves at times.
But still, on that note, we have peaceful and normal conversations, even hang out together at times. White Fang actually got his nickname from me when he came to me to learn the Fynrir way of fighting,” Elaine explained.
Silva was stunned by this information, but it was only for a second.
“There’s a lot I don’t understand about this whole thing, but I’m tired right now. I’ve never been pushed to the brink as much as today,” Silva said and then sat on the ground.