Chapter 46: Chapter 46: Their Ultimate moves has no effect

Zholga slithered forward. Her eyes glowed with determination, her body coiling like a spring ready to strike. She raised her arms, dark energy swirling around her in a violent storm. Her voice echoed through the battlefield, fierce and full of rage.

"This ends NOW!" she hissed, her fangs bared.

Her body twisted as she summoned all the demonic power within her. The ground beneath her cracked as massive black serpents made of pure energy rose from the earth, wrapping around her.

With a flick of her wrist, the serpents lunged toward the Curse Beast, their fangs gleaming with venomous power. The ground trembled as they struck the beast, coiling around its massive form and squeezing with crushing force.

For a moment, it looked as though the Curse Beast was struggling. The dark armor cracked, and its roars filled the air with fury. Zholga pushed harder, sweat dripping from her forehead as she gave everything she had.

"Feel my wrath!" she screamed.

But then, the Curse Beast roared, its body pulsing with dark energy. With a sickening crack, the serpents shattered, disintegrating into dust. Zholga's eyes widened in horror.

"No… It can't be…!" she gasped, but before she could react, the Curse Beast swung one of its massive arms at her. The blow hit her with bone-shattering force, sending her flying through the air.

She braced for impact with the ground, but at the last moment, Silla darted forward. He wrapped his transformed serpent body around her, cushioning the blow as they both tumbled to the ground.

"Thank you, Silla," Zholga whispered weakly, struggling to stay conscious.

Next was Vrok, the bull demon. His massive horns glinted in the dim light as he stood tall, his muscles rippling with the last of his strength. He raised his warhammer, the weapon glowing with a fierce, red light.

"Curse Beast! I'll show you the true power of a demon warrior!" Vrok bellowed, stomping the ground with such force that the earth quaked beneath him and took out his weapon.

The red light around his warhammer intensified, growing hotter until the very air around it shimmered with heat. With a mighty roar, Vrok charged at the Curse Beast, swinging his weapon with all his strength. The hammer slammed into the beast's chest, creating a shockwave that shook the entire forest. For a brief moment, the Curse Beast staggered.

"Ha! Take that!" Vrok shouted triumphantly, but his victory was short-lived.

The Curse Beast growled, its dark armor shimmering with renewed energy. The warhammer's impact had barely scratched it. Vrok's eyes widened in disbelief.

"No... but that's my ultimate move!!" he muttered, but before he could react, the Curse Beast swung one of its six arms toward him. Vrok leaped back just in time, dodging the attack by inches. He landed heavily, breathing hard, his strength nearly gone.

Kazrak, the lion-faced demon, stepped forward next. As he summoned his power. With a deep roar, he unsheathed his twin blades, their edges glowing with fierce, white-hot energy.

"Now it's my turn," Kazrak growled. He dashed forward with lightning speed, slashing at the Curse Beast with precision and power. His blades cut through the air like streaks of light, aiming for the beast's exposed weak spots. Sёarch* The NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Each strike was fast and deadly, but the Curse Beast's armor deflected most of his blows. Kazrak growled in frustration, pushing himself harder, but it was no use. The Curse Beast was simply too strong.

"Damn it!" Kazrak cursed, panting heavily. The Curse Beast barely flinched from his attacks, and with a roar, it swung at him. Kazrak managed to dodge, rolling to the side and avoiding the worst of the blow, but his body was at its limit.

Balor, the one-eyed demon, knew his turn had come. His single glowing eye locked onto the Curse Beast as he gathered all the energy he had left. A swirling orb of dark magic appeared in his hand, crackling with power.

"This is it!" Balor shouted. He raised the orb high and hurled it at the Curse Beast. The orb streaked through the air like a shooting star, slamming into the beast's chest with a deafening explosion.

The Curse Beast roared in pain, but as the smoke cleared, Balor's heart sank. The creature stood unharmed, its dark armor gleaming. Balor's last attack had done nothing.

"It's impossible…" Balor whispered, his voice filled with disbelief.

Finally, Sorgar, still kneeling from exhaustion, gritted his teeth. He had one more spell left, but it would take everything he had. With a trembling hand, he raised his staff, drawing on the last remnants of his mana.

"Sorgar! Don't push yourself!" Kazrak shouted, but Sorgar didn't listen.

"I must… We must win!" Sorgar gasped, his voice strained. With a final surge of power, he unleashed a massive blast of magical energy—a blinding beam of light that shot toward the Curse Beast.

The beam struck the Curse Beast head-on, engulfing it in a brilliant explosion of magic. The forest was lit up like day as the beam tore through the air, shaking the ground with its force.

But as the light faded, the Curse Beast emerged, its body untouched. Sorgar fell to his knees, his energy completely spent.

"No... No..." he muttered weakly, his eyes wide with disbelief.

The Curse Beast, now towering over the exhausted Clan Lords, let out a roar of triumph. It raised its six arms, ready to crush them all. The Clan Lords, too weak to fight any longer, could only watch in horror.

Was this the end?

As the Curse Beast roared in triumph, Huno prepared for his next move, knowing the fight was reaching its critical point he plan to go all out.

Suddenly, the system appeared before him, showing a glowing message:

[I've borrowed mana from the host. Since I don't have his permission, I can only take 1/8. Use the host's Darkflame.]

Huno looked at the message and spoke, "Is Master's Darkflame enough for this Curse Beast, Father? You saw the Clan Lords' attacks, especially Sorgar's—they had no effect."

A deep voice responded inside Huno's mind, calm but firm.

[Huno, don't forget that Host is different. His mana, skills, and spells are not like others. He has the blood of Lady Yuna. Even the weakest spell is ten times more powerful."

Huno bared his sharp teeth and growled, "I will trust Master's Darkflame."

The system quickly flashed another message, [Preparing Darkflame… Stand by.]

This was no ordinary flame—it was Seojun's Darkflame, infused with his mana.

The Clan Lords, still recovering from their earlier failed attacks, watched in awe as Huno began to channel the Darkflame. Zholga, Vrok, Kazrak, Balor, and Sorgar could feel the immense power radiating from him.