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Chapter 861 Forced Hand (1) · Nov 01, 2026

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851 Chapter 851 Fractured Origin (2) 2026-11-01
852 Chapter 852 Path to Revelation (1) 2026-11-01
853 Chapter 853 Path to Revelation (2) 2026-11-01
854 Chapter 854 The Truth Behind Everything (1) 2026-11-01
855 Chapter 855 The Truth Behind Everything (2) 2026-11-01
856 Chapter 856 The Truth Behind Everything (3) 2026-11-01
857 Chapter 857 The Awakening (1) 2026-11-01
858 Chapter 858 The Awakening (2) 2026-11-01
859 Chapter 859 Grace (1) 2026-11-01
860 Chapter 860 Grace (2) 2026-11-01
861 Chapter 861 Forced Hand (1) 2026-11-01
862 Chapter 862 Forced Hand (2) 2026-11-01
863 Chapter 863 A King’s Return (1) 2026-11-01
864 Chapter 864 A King’s Return (2) 2026-11-01
865 Chapter 865 Path of No Return 2026-11-01
866 Chapter 866 Devoured Hope (1) 2026-11-01
867 Chapter 867 Devoured Hope (2) 2026-11-01
868 Chapter 868 The Demon King’s Desire (1) 2026-11-01
869 Chapter 869 The Demon King’s Desire (2) 2026-11-01
870 Chapter 870 Circle of Eternal Life (1) 2026-11-01
871 Chapter 871: Circle of Eternal Life (2) 2026-11-01
872 Chapter 872: Circle of Eternal Life (3) 2026-11-01
873 Chapter 873: The Final Torch (1) 2026-11-01
874 Chapter 874: The Final Torch (2) 2026-11-01
875 Chapter 875: The End of an Era (1) 2026-11-01
876 Chapter 876: The End of an Era (2) 2026-11-01
877 Chapter 877: The End of an Era (3) 2026-11-01
878 Chapter 878: The End of an Era (4) 2026-11-01
879 Chapter 879: The Labyrinth of Blood 2026-11-01
880 Chapter 880: The Strongest Creation (1) 2026-11-01
881 Chapter 881: The Strongest Creation (2) 2026-11-01
882 Chapter 882: Odin’s Treasury 2026-11-01
883 Chapter 883: World Against World 2026-11-01
884 Chapter 884: Turning the Tables (1) 2026-11-01
885 Chapter 885: Turning the Tables (2) 2026-11-01
886 Chapter 886: Relic of the Past (1) 2026-11-01
887 Chapter 887: Relic of the Past (2) 2026-11-01
888 Chapter 888: Zahara 2026-11-01
889 Chapter 889: Massacre of Iron and Flesh 2026-11-01
890 Chapter 890: Disrespect 2026-11-01
891 Chapter 891: Absolute Hell Demon 2026-11-01
892 Chapter 892: The King Who Ruled Nothing 2026-11-01
893 Chapter 893: Against the Entire World (1) 2026-11-01
894 Chapter 894: Against the Entire World (2) 2026-11-01
895 Chapter 895: The Strongest Demon 2026-11-01
896 Chapter 896: Correction of Fate (1) 2026-11-01
897 Chapter 897: Correction of Fate (2) (End of volume 4) 2026-11-01
898 Chapter 898: Rise of Shadow Sect 2026-11-01
899 Chapter 899: Gift of Life and Death 2026-11-01
900 Chapter 900: Empire Built on Souls (1) 2026-11-01

Chapter 861 Forced Hand (1)

”Great Mother… hear my call—and destroy my enemies!”

Above the skies of Londor, one of the most formidable techniques ever witnessed was unleashed.

Maskith summoned a colossal phantom of a woman, her entire form shrouded in darkness.

The sheer volume of aura required for her manifestation was monstrous ...so overwhelming that a crushing pressure descended upon every living being within her domain.

Alexander Rybak bore the brunt of that pressure.

After all, he was the one who dared stand face-to-face against the ancient figure known as Maskith.

Yet despite the suffocating weight and the terrifying power on display, Alexander did not hesitate.

He surged forward at a frightening speed—only to find something unexpected.

The phantom… was watching him.

Tracking him.

As if time itself had slowed for her gaze.

And then ...

Without warning, her palm struck.

It came down with brutal force, offering him no chance to evade, no room to counter.

Raising his arms to block, Alexander was immediately overwhelmed—his body driven into the ground, dragged across the land, smashing through dozens of mountains in a single, continuous impact.

Yet the warrior of the Shadow Sect rose instantly.

He did not remain down for even a heartbeat.

His domineering, black-armored body stood uninjured despite the devastating blow.

Still… the sheer speed and raw force of the phantom left him genuinely surprised.

”Her durability… and her speed… theyʼre not normal,” Alexander muttered under his breath, tightening his iron fist as aura erupted from it.

”Iʼll crush her… in a single strike.”

Lowering his stance, bending his knees, he prepared himself.

Gathering every ounce of explosive force within his body, Alexander launched himself like a missile ...

the ground beneath him detonating as he erased the distance between himself and Maskith in an instant.

The moment he closed in, the phantom moved again.

This time, it threw a thunderous punch straight at him.

But Alexander was ready.

He struck back.

His explosive fist collided with the phantomʼs, and a massive detonation roared from the impact.

Blue, flame-like aura surged violently from within Alexander, while the phantom retaliated with a vast torrent of dark aura.

The two forces clashed in a brutal contest of power ...

a collision so immense it birthed earthquakes and natural disasters across the battlefield.

Alexander gritted his teeth.

Then ...

He unleashed a deafening war cry that shook the heavens themselves.

Compared to the phantom, his size was insignificant ... like an ant before a titan.

The difference between them was unnatural… overwhelming.

And yet ... That ”ant” began to push back.

Before Maskithʼs very eyes, Alexander Rybak gained ground in the clash, forcing the massive phantom backward.

The old manʼs expression tightened in shock.

”The Great Motherʼs Phantom… is my strongest aura technique… and yet he can resist it? Just who is this man…?”

With a flick of his staff, Maskith shifted the phantomʼs movement.

It withdrew its fist ... then struck again with its other arm, sending Alexander flying.

But in less than a second—

He was already back.

Unaffected. Unshaken.

Drawing in all the surrounding air into his iron lungs, Alexander threw another nuclear-level punch ...

a devastating blast that tore into the phantomʼs massive form.

Yet she endured.

And responded.

Her own strike came crashing down, sending him flying once more.

He hit the ground ...

And instantly rebounded.

Again.

And again.

The cycle repeated at terrifying speed.

He struck the ground in one instant, only to return to the sky in the next ...

to clash with the phantom once more.

The sequence blurred into a relentless exchange.

At some point, Alexanderʼs form could no longer be seen ...

he became nothing more than a streak of light, bouncing between sky and earth in a continuous storm of impact.

Destruction spread across a vast radius.

Aura exploded in impossible quantities.

Storms raged, hurricanes formed—engulfing the entire battlefield.

Seeing the absurd resilience of that monster, Maskith extended his hand toward the phantom, pouring even more of his immense aura reserves into it.

Its power surged.

Its durability increased.

Its strikes grew even more ferocious.

And yet…

Nothing changed.

No matter how many blows it delivered, Alexander returned ...

his dark metallic body completely unscathed.

”What… is that body made of?”

Alexander Rybak was no ordinary being.

Especially that body of his.

A body forged to be the strongest… the most indestructible within the Shadow Sect....

a body that no one could wield… except him.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

Hundreds of nuclear punches detonated as Alexander struck again and again, blasting the phantom repeatedly ...

yet her dark form endured it all.

He could not destroy her.

Amid the raging storms of aura and the violent turbulence born from their continuous clashes…

Alexander found himself shaken by the sheer power of his opponentʼs technique.

ʼEvery punch I throw carries enough destructive force to annihilate advanced SSS-stage fighters in a single hit…

and yet… this old manʼs technique withstands it—and matches me in raw force…ʼ

For the first time, he faced an opponent he did not understand.

Unlike Vayne and Vex… whom he had already dealt with.

As the brutal clash continued, his eyes drifted almost instinctively ... toward the distant tomb.

The place he had deliberately kept the battlefield away from.

ʼMy king… still needs time.ʼ

ʼUntil he returns completely… I must ensure no one interferes.ʼ

His resolve hardened.

Power surged through his entire being as his aura exploded outward like a raging tide.

”I will not let anyone pass me—”

”Even if it costs me my life!!”

Alexander Rybak stood firm in the sky, placing himself directly between the phantom and the tomb.

The dark entity struck again ... stronger than any previous blow.

But this time…

Alexander did not counter.

He stood still.

Unmoving.

Hardening his body, tightening his fists ... gathering every ounce of strength within him.

And then ... The phantomʼs fist crashed into him directly.

A massive shockwave erupted from his back, tearing through everything behind him ...

reducing all in its path to dust.

The force unleashed through that strike… belonged to an entirely different tier of power.

Yet Maskithʼs eyes widened in genuine shock when he saw Alexander Rybakʼs body remain fixed in the sky ... completely unmoved, not even a fraction of an inch.

The phantom womanʼs fist rebounded off him, unable to push him back, leaving her exposed right before him.

And in that fleeting instant… the opportunity was seized.

Alexander inhaled sharply, drawing in the surrounding air as his eyes ignited with blazing blue flames.

” Supreme Art: Zero Punch!!!”

Both fists shot forward at once, releasing the full extent of his power in a single, catastrophic burst.

Alexander Rybakʼs combat style had always been deceptively simple—compress an overwhelming amount of aura into an impossibly small space…

Then detonate it through his punches at extreme speed.

That was the secret behind those blinding explosions.

But Zero Punch… was something else entirely.

It operated on the same principle ... only the scale was magnitudes higher.

The aura condensed into that strike was dozens of times greater than before.

The moment it landed, the phantomʼs chest and abdomen exploded apart instantly ...

her massive form collapsing before Maskithʼs very eyes.

”Alexander Rybakʼs style… Supreme art!!”

Maskith had no time to even process the destruction of his phantom.

Alexander was already upon him—closing the distance in an instant, as if that entity had never mattered at all.

Before him, Alexander formed a blazing sphere ... like a miniature celestial body ... then drew his fist back.

”Oblivion Ray!”

The instant his fist struck the sphere, it detonated violently ...

transforming into a roaring beam of condensed aura that pierced straight through the gaping hole in the phantomʼs body…

and surged directly toward Maskith.

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