Awakening：The Infinite Evolution of My Talent as a Low-Level Awakener-Chapter 812: The Strongest! Narrow Victory!
Sterl stood tall on the earth, holding the Sword of the World in his hand. He still maintained the stance as if mid-swing, but the next moment, he slowly lowered the sword and let out a long sigh.
He had realized that the once endless army of Demon Beasts had now disappeared. Within a radius of several hundred miles, aside from the few silver-white rivers flowing across the land, there were only the deep, bottomless ravines and cracks created by his sword aura.
"Is this all the strength you have...?"
Sterl looked at the massive hole in the distance, which spanned tens of thousands of meters in diameter, his face unchanged.
Although his body was covered in wounds, his blood, dark and crimson, nearly turned him into a blood-soaked figure, his breath was still incredibly powerful.
Even with the Star-Bone Body activated and fifty percent of the Sublimation of Power unleashed, facing an army of a million Demon Beasts at the divine tier and several thousand Silver Dragons at the upper divine authority tier, he still felt immense pressure.
Even though these monsters had to suffer tremendous casualties to corner him, the continuous attacks from them, with their seemingly insignificant injuries stacking up, could still bring him to the brink of death.
In particular, the mysterious, eerie gray mist—much of it had seeped into his body, gradually eating away at his vitality, despite being counteracted by the Power of Star-Bone's expulsion and the Purification of Immortality.
Fortunately, with the Star-Bone Sacred Body now, he could accumulate 10 units of Power of Star-Bone per day. Coupled with the large amounts of energy material he had absorbed previously, his reserves of Power of Star-Bone were still relatively sufficient. Otherwise, he might have faced a real, lethal danger.
Of course, if another army like this were to come, even with all of Sterl's abilities at his disposal, there would still be a risk of falling, and the risk wouldn't be low.
But looking at the current situation, it seemed that even this so-called "Calamity Beast" mysterious race couldn't afford such an immense drain.
Or rather, it was the mastermind behind these monstrous armies that seemed to be unable to bear the pressure.
Thinking about it, an army of a million Demon Beasts at the divine tier and several thousand Silver Dragons at the upper divine authority tier required an enormous amount of resources to cultivate. Even devouring a world like Hell wouldn't come close to being enough.
At this moment, there were no more monsters pouring out from the massive hole. It seemed that the army behind the hole had been completely wiped out by Sterl.
Looking at the hole, a cold light flashed in Sterl's eyes. His previous plan had been to press on and annihilate the enemy's lair in one swift move, eradicating every last trace of them.
Though he had his thoughts, Sterl knew his injuries were significant, and he would need to allow his wounds to fully heal before attempting anything.
If, on the other side of the hole, there were countless legions, he would be sending himself straight into death's embrace.
Despite this, Sterl did not lower his guard. He stood calmly in place, consciously activating the Power of Star-Bone within his body to start healing his injuries and replenishing his exhausted energy.
One by one, the gray mists were forcibly expelled from his body by the Power of Star-Bone. As the mist was gradually driven out, Sterl's injuries began to heal quickly.
However, at that moment, the massive hole in the sky suddenly began to tremble.
Sterl's eyes narrowed, and he focused intently on the hole.
"What new tricks do they have now?"
He muttered under his breath, activating Dimension Perception. A faint, almost imperceptible threat slowly leaked from the hole.
Under Sterl's vigilant gaze, a massive, pitch-black hand suddenly stretched out from the hole.
In an instant, a faint gray mist began to spread across the entire Alpha 8 world at a visible speed.
It was like a death wind that would extinguish all things. Wherever it passed, countless plants and animals withered and perished, while many mundane beings, lacking the protection of power, began to age and decay. It was as though their life force and souls were being drained and consumed by some unknowable force!
Sterl's heart trembled. As the ruler of Alpha 8, Sterl could clearly feel the will of the world crying out in agony, struggling like prey being torn apart by a wild beast!
This all happened so quickly, almost without any sign of spreading, as though the massive hand itself was bringing with it its own domain.
Fortunately, while the range of the gray mist was vast, its concentration was low. As long as beings of extraordinary levels were present, they could resist its effects for a short time.
However, as time passed, the gray mist's intensity grew stronger with every second.
Sterl sensed everything, his expression unchanging, but inwardly, waves of shock surged.
"So this is the truth that makes the high-ranking gods of the upper realms fear…"
Earlier, he had been wondering why the power unleashed by these mysterious creatures, while formidable, hadn't reached a level that would make even the vast [Transcendence] realm wary.
But now, he finally understood the true power of these monsters!
This ability to drain the world and devour millions of lives was the true source of all destruction!
If this power continued to spread, it would likely take just a few days for the entire world to transform into a dead, lifeless wasteland devoid of any vitality or soul!
All the beings in the world would be consumed, with not even a trace of their souls left behind.
"This is... an evil, twisted power."
Glaring at the pitch-black massive hand, Sterl's eyes were filled with deep anger.
He was the ruler of this world, and this world had long since belonged to him. Yet now, these monsters were sucking the life from his domain and slaughtering his people. This was no longer a provocation—it was an invasion! An assault!
And the massive black hand that emerged from the hole was the source of it all.
As he fixed his gaze on the giant hand, the massive black hand, tens of thousands of meters in diameter, slowly extended toward Sterl's position.
In the blink of an eye, the enormous hand crossed tens of thousands of miles and reached directly above Sterl's head, slamming down with immense force.
He looked up, watching as the hand covered the sky above him. From this distance, Sterl could clearly see the countless gray triangular patterns etched into the palm of the hand.
These patterns seemed to serve as conduits for some sort of power, or as interconnected seals, radiating an overwhelming and terrifying aura that propelled the giant hand to descend from the heavens.
Danger! Extreme danger!
The Dimension Perception screamed with a powerful warning.
Every cell in his body urged him to dodge.
However, as a Swordsmanship Master, his heart—the heart that disregarded all intimidation and fear—gave him tremendous confidence.
The intuition of the Swordsmanship Master told him that, even though the power carried by this giant hand was incredibly terrifying, he could still... cut through it!
"Then… with my strongest power!"
Overlord Sword·Chopping!!
Sterl gripped the sword with both hands, the veins beneath his skin bulging like great dragons, and the rivers of his life force surged in a wild frenzy. A faint crimson glow burst from his eyes.
In that moment, all the power he had been suppressing exploded.
The power from Sublimation of Power gathered violently in his hands, flowing into the Sword of the World.
Moreover, the Swordsmanship Master's ultimate enhancement to his cutting power, combined with the most powerful single-target strike, Overlord Sword·Chopping, made the force of this strike reach Sterl's peak!
"Be destroyed!!"
The Sword of the World emitted a sound that reverberated through the heavens and earth. Streams of blood shot from Sterl's arms and torso.
The crimson sword light collided with the massive black hand, and for an instant, only black and red filled the sky.
All sounds ceased, and the surrounding space-time came to a complete standstill. Even the power of the world's will surrounding them was instantly dispersed!
From the perspective of the Endless Void, one could see two glaring beams of black and red light suddenly rising from the edges of the light sphere representing the [Transcendence] world. Even from within the Endless Void, these lights were visible with utmost clarity.
The terrifying aura spread out to the surrounding world boundaries.
After a long while, the black and red light faded away.
In the Alpha 8 World, within the Realm of the Undying—one of the most deeply forbidden areas—had been completely reduced to rubble.
Sterl stood firmly on the earth, holding the Sword of the World in both hands. His hands were covered with delicate cracks, as if they were made of porcelain. His entire torso was also covered with numerous cracks, with a few of them crossing over his chest. If one looked closely, they could even see his heart beating inside.
Despite appearing horribly battered, the domineering sword aura around him remained, so potent that anyone who attempted to look at him directly would be repelled by the sword's might.
"One day... I will come for you."
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Sterl gazed at the massive hole in the distance, where the pitch-black hand had disappeared, and the gray mist that had shrouded the entire world dissipated along with it.
The rapidly fading vitality of the world began to recover.
Using the full power of Sublimation of Power, combined with the terrifying enhancements from Swordsmanship Master, Sterl had managed to drive his Star-Bone Body to its limits, unleashing his strongest strike. In the previous clash, he had barely managed to gain the upper hand.
The giant hand had been struck with a deep wound, exposing its bone beneath, and it slunk back into the hole. However, Sterl had also sustained severe injuries, nearly crippling himself and creating an irreversible hidden danger.
Thankfully, he had emerged victorious.
"Cough... cough..."
Sterl exhaled deeply, blood pouring out from the cracks in his body. Though the Star-Bone Sacred Body was healing rapidly, it would take some time before he fully recovered.
However, the hole in the sky had not closed. Countless monsters continued to pour out from it, launching suicidal attacks toward Sterl.
But these monsters were not the Demon Beasts or Silver Dragons from before. Clearly, those two types were not expendable; they were elite legions.
