God Ash: Remnants of the fallen.

Right before he smashed into the ground, Cain regained control of his body and the manab flow within it.

A deep breath escaped from his lungs as he let the mana with him boil and churn as he shot right back into the sky.

Standing with the clouds, Abaloth's brows twitched.

'A resilient roach.'

He stretched a hand forward, words of a profane incantation Rollin off his devilish lips.

The Magic Wheel behind him turned again.

Thousands of invincible spatial blades filled the sky before shooting down towards the ground.

His head still hazy from losing so much blood, Cain felt his vision swimming.

So he closed his eyes.

And opened his other eyes.

The {Beholder's Eye} is a special magic skill that let him see everything.

Even the tiny Spatial blades were laid bare before him.

However, there were just too many of them. If he tried to dodge, he would only end up getting sliced into ribbons again.

'If he uses that spell again, I doubt my seal will be able to break it.' Cain thought to himself as he dove straight up.

A star-tipped blade materialized into his open hand.

With a groan, his torn muscles bulged as he threw the blade with all his might.

The star-tipped blade tore through the sky like an actual star, leaving behind a golden streak.

With his eyes still closed, Cain followed the trajectory the blade cut with the {Beholder's}.

At the same time, his senses spread out.

Within the field controlled by Abaloth, perhaps it was just a result of the Devil yet to fully master the power, or it was something else, but there we gaps in the zone. Spots were ethe spatial suppression was not absolute.

With the {Beholder's Eye}, he could faintly sense where these spots were, but since the nature of this space was variable and chaotic, these 'safe zones' were constantly moving.

And they were moving fast.

He carefully adjusted the speed he was moving at.

'Almost...'

The star-tipped blade eventually reached the crescendo of its flight.

Cain's eyes snapped open.

There was a snap, and then, his body disappeared, reappearing at the spot the blade at reached.

Right behind the {Void Tyrant Devil}.

Abaloth's eyes moved.

{Eidwyrm} manifesting into his clenched fists, Cain swung it with a furious yell.

A deluge of crimson and black energy intertwined with one another.

The sky— no, the world split open under the might of his blade.

BANG!

Cain felt the edge of his weapon strike against something solid.

He grit his teeth,

"Resorting to brute force is rather anticlimactic." Abaloth said coldly.

Between them was an opaque barrier. No matter how hard he pushed, not even a single crack formed on it.

A strange, dark smile stretched out on the Devil's face.

"How amusing."

Cain grit his teeth as his muscles bulged,

"What's so damn funny, huh?!"

His torn muscles were damaged even further as blood streaked down his arms and onto the hilt of his sword.

He switched the enchantment of {Burning Spirit} to the flame enchantment.

He ignited the Ki burning in his veins, activating [Ki Fire] that's treaked down his arms together with his blood.

The bright red flames enveloped the surface of his sword, mixing together with the black Demon Matter.

A crack appeared on the barrier.

Seeing this, Abaloth's brows trembled again.

"Another surprise."

The Devil paused for a moment,

"I wonder how many you have left in you."

Cain felt the space around him getting heavy again just like the last time.

The Magic Wheel turned by a step again.

He gritted his teeth as he shot back.

Another golden blade appeared in his other hand. Commanded by his will, it shot in the opposite direction.

Dodging a torrent of spatial blades chasing after him, Cain shot down back towards the ground.

"Running away?" Abaloth muttered.

The space around the Devil trembled as he shot down like a meteor in hot pursuit.

Withe the spatial blades still flying, Cain turned around.

An enormous Magic Circle appeared behind him.

Twinkling orbs of light shot out rapidly; dozens every second, each one with a mind of its own.

The collided with the invincible spatial blades, creating a rather colorful firework show in the dark Evernight sky.

Mapping out crazy paths in the air as he flew, Cain shot back down once again, darting through a network of ruins and buildings at breakneck speed.

Abaloth followed closely behind,.not willing to give him any breathing room at all.

'Damn this guy!' Cain cursed internally as he began to think of what to do.

'Currently, there might only be a single spell that has the power to break that Spatial lock. However, even that too requires tooling of a channelling time. It will play out just like before.'

He gritt his teeth in pain as a spatial blade sliced at his arm, drawing a thin, but deep bloody line.

Even in the {Devil Wyrm: Asura}, with all his stats enhanced, he was unable to break through a single barrier.

'I haven't used that other skill yet.'

He paused and thought about it.

Although that spell was powerful, if he used it recklessly, the battle could be very well over in a split second.

He sucked in a deep breath. There was not much of a choice left for him there.

He had to use everything he had, or he ran the risk of getting killed before he could even turn the tides.

He threw {Eidwyrm} back into his inventory and summoned his magic handguns.

The handles fit perfectly into his grip as he began firing.

His fingers turned into a blur with every shot he let out accurately, bullets striking the spatial blades and disrupting them to create explosions.

Even then, the spell behind him remained active.

'I might have only one shot at this. If I fail...'

He would be dooming not only himself, but everyone else down below. On the off chance he was successful, there was a chance there was still going to be a lot of casualties, but he had already made up his mind to bear them.

It was not the time to battle with principles, even if he ended up dripping with innocent blood and ashes.

Abaloth seemed none the wiser of his ruinous plans, remaining hit on his tails with with death trailing close behind.

Either that, or the Devil was aware he was planning something, but wanted to see it play out because he was amused.

'It's most likely that one. These damned sadistic bastards.'

Swallowing his internally lamentations, Cain readied himself mentally.

Then, the moment he was waiting for finally came.