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{Chapter: 69: Abyss's Bloody Battle}
Dex's smile grew darker with every heartbeat. His crimson eyes glowed like twin embers. As he surveyed the carnage, there was no hesitation in his thoughts, only hunger—an unquenchable thirst to be part of it all.
He had changed since the last time he'd been here.
Then, he had hidden his power, moved cautiously, kept his legs folded and his rage in check. He had veiled his strength under a layer of restraint, a necessity at the time.
Now?
There was no one to restrain him. No obligation to suppress what he was. No higher power to fear in the Wailing Forest.
Now, he was king.
With a roar that shook the air itself, Dex dove straight into the center of the aerial conflict. His descent shattered the sound barriers multiple times, the shockwave sending dozens of winged demons tumbling like leaves in a storm. He crashed into a massive vulture-beast midflight, splitting it in two with the force of his impact, its black blood raining across the sky.
Dex's body rotated like a drill as he carved a path of destruction through the horde. Horns pierced, claws raked, wings cut through flesh like scythes through wheat. Anything that got close was annihilated in a blur of blood and bone.
Within seconds, the battlefield recognized him—not as a new combatant, but as an apex predator.
Yet still they came.
Dozens, then hundreds, of demons screamed and surged toward him from all directions.
Dex tore through them with savage elegance. One massive hellhound lunged from below—he grabbed its skull in one hand and crushed it like overripe fruit. He flung the twitching corpse into a cluster of flying serpent demons, knocking them from the sky.
"Ah... this is more like it," Dex whispered with a twisted smile. He held up the splattered remains of the hellhound's head and spoke as if to an audience. "See? No fear. No mercy. No retreat. Just pure instinct."
He admired that.
Unlike the humans who whined and cowered, abyssal creatures never flinched. Once the scent of blood touched their senses, they stopped caring about anything but the kill. Pain meant nothing. Death was expected.
Every demon here was a soldier of nature's rawest law—cruelty incarnate.
And Dex? He was a god among them.
Flames flickered across his scales as his power surged. With a flick of his claws, he summoned a whip of molten blood flame and lashed it through a swarm of imp demons, incinerating them in mid-screech.
Another wave approached—a ten-meter tall bone golem demon with a serpent tail and three jaws. Dex leapt upward and slammed his fist into its face. With the explosion of force, the golem's skull imploded, and its spine shattered like glass.
He didn't stop.
He couldn't.
This was no longer just a battle. It was a crucible.
For every kill, he learned. For every wound, his instincts refined themselves. His abilities were evolving mid-combat. Techniques that once existed only as theory in his mind began to manifest with terrifying precision.
He ripped through enemies in perfect rhythm. One hand crushed a demon's larynx while the other redirected a sword strike, countering with a roundhouse kick that shattered ribs. Wings folded in to block projectiles. Tail coiled to trap a flying beast before it could escape.
Each strike was faster. Sharper. Smarter.
Dex's mind and body were becoming one with the flow of the Abyss.
Even amid the chaos, his awareness sharpened. He sensed patterns in the violence, identified threats before they struck, and found opportunities to strike with surgical lethality. He wasn't just surviving in this storm of blades—he was the eye of it, calm, calculating, deadly.
"You learn fast when the consequences are this high," he muttered, dodging a cluster of acidic spines and retaliating with a bloodflame-laced uppercut that turned a spider-demon to cinders.
He smiled again, blood dripping from his horns.
This was evolution through blood.
This was the Abyss teaching him everything it could.
And Dex? He was the perfect student.
His attacks became increasingly vicious, imbued with a brutal elegance that could only be honed through bloodshed. A single strike from him wasn't just a blow—it was a surgical execution. Each movement of his claws, wings, or tail struck with such precision that he eliminated all escape routes, leaving his enemies no chance to dodge or retaliate. Scales, no matter how tough or ancient, were shredded like parchment beneath his claws. Skulls were crushed like eggshells, brains twisted and yanked free in a grotesque ballet of violence.
Dex's eyebrows rose slightly, a faint spark of amusement flickering in his crimson eyes. Amid the storm of chaos, blood, and screams, he sensed something... different. Something interesting.
Without even looking, his tail lashed out, piercing cleanly through the chest of a nearby demon. The wretched creature gasped, coughing up blood as he was dragged helplessly in front of Dex like a meat shield.
A breath later, the air just ahead shimmered—space itself convulsing unnaturally. An invisible blade or rift sliced forward, cleaving through the demon Dex had pulled in front. The creature's body was torn to shreds in an instant, leaving nothing but ragged limbs and sinew dangling from Dex's tail.
Dex's expression remained placid. He calmly drew the blood and essence from the shredded remains, draining every last trace of power. Once dry and useless, the mutilated corpse was discarded like trash.
He turned slightly, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield. Several demons clashed in savage combat not far away, their shrieks and roars creating a violent symphony. But Dex wasn't watching them. His senses focused on something else entirely—something hidden.
"Space-related abilities?" he muttered, a crooked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Rare among lower-level demons... but not unheard of it's chaos after all."
The air around him shimmered faintly, almost imperceptibly. Whoever was hiding, they were doing it well.
Too well.
Without a word, Dex extended his right hand and casually clenched his fingers as if grabbing something invisible.
The space around his fingers distorted, warping like stretched rubber—and then it snapped back. A yelp rang out as a demon with a bulbous head, spindly limbs, and sharp, glowing eyes was yanked bodily from the folds of warped space. The creature flailed uselessly as Dex gripped its neck like a disobedient mutt.
With a bored expression, Dex raised his other hand and drove it straight into the demon's chest. His fingers broke through flesh, muscle, and bone, curling around the creature's spine. A loud crack echoed as he crushed the vertebrae with a sickening crunch.
"Even by demon standards," Dex remarked dryly, "you're pretty damn ugly."
The creature convulsed, all strength leaving its limbs. Blood oozed from its cracked lips as it dangled from Dex's grasp like a ragdoll.
"How... how did you find me?" the demon gasped, pain twisting its voice. "My ability... it's never failed me before. Not in the Wailing Woods... not even in the Other Worlds..."
Dex's eyes narrowed. He effortlessly sidestepped a poisonous nova launched from behind, barely glancing as he spewed a stream of blood fire in retaliation, incinerating the offending demon into cinders.
Turning back to the space demon, he answered flatly, "You should've paid more attention to your inherited memories. Demons born with innate spatial talents are rare—but not unique. And those of us with high-purity bloodlines often develop spatial awareness."
He paused, giving the demon a moment to absorb it.
"I've awakened some minor spatial sensing abilities. Not impressive on their own, but when combined with overwhelming strength, it's more than enough to find amateurs like you. As for catching you—just a little magic. A pinch of brute force."
The demon stared blankly at him, its eyes dimming. "I... I see. Thank you for the explanation..."
Dex gave a small shrug. "No problem. Knowledge is free."
Then, with a flick of his wrist, he twisted the demon's head clean off. The body slumped in his grasp before Dex tossed it aside with mild disinterest.
He examined the severed head for a moment, rotating it in his clawed hand. "Spatial demons... wonder if they're more nutritious?"
He bit down, draining the essence and power lingering in the flesh. Drain all the essence of power and watch the amount of evolution points increase.
Dex immediately threw away the debris in his hand in disappointment...