Beyond the Apocalypse

Chapter 1107: Antimatter

Thanks to Quantum Expanse, the explosion that would have incinerated Vlad’s flesh and hurled him through the air with shattered bones phased harmlessly past him. Yet the moment he activated the technique, the True Depravita of Wrath felt the hidden enemy in the shadows lock onto him with overwhelming bloodlust.

Quantum Expanse could not be maintained indefinitely. Once it ended, he would be unable to use it again for several seconds. In a battle at this level, a few seconds could mean the difference between life and death.

Unfortunately for Vlad, he had no time to focus on the presence lurking in the darkness. Demogorgon was already upon him, unleashing a relentless storm of explosions that shattered the sky and turned the battlefield into a collapsing inferno.

The explosive Demon Paragon was clearly trying to force Quantum Expanse to remain active for as long as possible. The longer Vlad sustained the technique, the longer its cooldown would be.

Vlad frowned as he pushed his speed and strength to their limits, retreating through the storm of destruction in search of an opening. Even with his power, escaping the expanding waves of detonations took precious time.

The moment he finally cleared the blast radius, he immediately deactivated Quantum Expanse.

Instantly, his instincts screamed.

A killing intent so intense that it felt almost physical crashed down on him.

Vlad had expected an attack, but the sheer level of danger took even him by surprise. His body reacted before his thoughts could catch up.

He turned.

A new Demon Paragon had appeared.

Unlike the other demons Vlad had faced, this one did not possess a grotesque or monstrous form. At first glance, it was almost humanoid.

Yet that was where the resemblance to humanity ended.

The figure looked as if it had been sculpted from condensed destruction itself. Long, flowing white hair lashed around him like a living storm, stark against the oppressive darkness of his aura. His face was calm, cold, and utterly merciless—the expression of a ruler who destroyed without hesitation or remorse.

Shadows bent and distorted in his presence, as if reality itself feared being unraveled by his will.

His aura alone was formidable.

But what truly drew Vlad’s attention was the weapon in his hand.

A blade of pure crimson light.

And it was already descending toward him.

Vlad reacted instantly, throwing himself backward, but he was not fast enough. At the final moment, he condensed every ounce of his power and durability into his left arm and raised it as a shield.

Though made only of flesh and bone, that arm possessed the toughness of Paragon-tier armor.

Yet, it did not matter.

The crimson blade sliced through it as if it were paper.

His arm was severed instantly.

The tip of the weapon continued forward, tearing across Vlad’s chest and carving deep into his body before the momentum finally slowed.

The True Depravita of Wrath’s eyes widened in shock.

The power of that blade was terrifying—far beyond what he had anticipated.

But there was no time to dwell on pain or surprise.

The crimson weapon was already rising again, aiming for his head.

At the same time, Demogorgon surged forward from behind, a storm of annihilating explosions gathering in his wake.

Caught between two Demon Paragons, Vlad pushed his mind to its absolute limit.

Space collapsed around him.

In the next instant, he vanished from between the converging attacks and reappeared far in the distance, barely escaping certain death.

His breathing was rough, exhaustion already creeping into his body from the continuous strain.

Yet the moment he stabilized himself, his eyes sharpened once more, cold and focused.

Flesh twisted and regenerated.

His severed arm grew back in seconds.

A deep calm settled into Vlad’s mind as he studied the two Demon Paragons standing across from him.

Then his gaze locked onto the humanoid figure.

His voice was quiet, but carried an unmistakable edge of certainty.

"The ability to cut through anything, no matter its resilience... the power of antimatter. It seems the Paragons of the Abyss may be even stronger than those of Hell."

For the first time, the white-haired Demon Paragon reacted.

His eyes widened slightly.

Then, after a brief pause, he gave a small nod.

"You are worthy of your reputation, Xaos King," he said calmly. "I am Abaddon. And I will be the end of your story."

Abaddon moved first.

He did not roar like Demogorgon. He did not posture or taunt.

The Demon Paragon of Antimatter simply stepped forward—

—and space where he had stood collapsed inward like a dying star.

The sky screamed. The battle between Vlad and Demogorgon had already done a lot of damage to the fabric of the layer, but now Abaddon was unraveling its laws.

The Demon Paragon did not care about the damage to the layer. There were another six hundred more if this one fell. The only thing that mattered was to kill the True Depravita of Wrath.

Vlad’s pupils contracted. By erasing space, the Demon Paragon managed to appear before him in the blink of an eye.

He twisted the fabric of space instinctively, folding and warping the sky just as the crimson blade carved downward.

The strike did not release flame.

It erased.

Where the edge passed, space thinned into a silent void, a razor line of annihilation cutting through the battlefield and splitting the horizon in two. The lingering shock did not explode—it devoured. The residual energy consumed stray embers from Demogorgon’s previous detonations, canceling them into nothingness.

Antimatter.

Not force.

Not heat.

Obliteration.

Luckily for the True Depravita of Wrath, he had managed to avoid that attack, landing on the ground. But before he could unleash his power again, Demogorgon flashed toward him.

With a thunderous leap, the explosive Paragon descended from above, both fists crashing together. A cross-shaped detonation erupted downward, compressing the atmosphere into a collapsing furnace.

Vlad’s eyes glowed with coldness as he did not run or block. Instead, he charged all his power into the Quietus Sword and slashed with all his strength into the incoming detonation.

The earth shuddered as the sword and explosion clashed, collapsing entire continents. The figure of the True Depravita of Wrath was sent flying into the distance, puking mouthfuls of blood, while the Demon Paragon was blasted back into the sky with a deep cut on his chest.

Demorgogon’s eyes narrowed as he saw the wound on his chest, and knew that if he had not moved at the last second, the cut would have been on his neck.

Despite facing two Demon Paragons alone, the True Depravita of Wrath’s battle will and killing power were still burning like a sun.

Yet that only made the ferocity and determination in the eyes of the two Demon Paragons explode.

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The moment Vlad’s body stabilized, both Demon Paragons moved.

Abaddon vanished.

No sound. No distortion. Only absence.

Vlad’s spatial perception screamed as a thin line of erasure began to appear on his torso. Abaddon had not erased his presence, allowing him to land a very dangerous attack.

Before the cut could reach his face, Vlad twisted space violently, folding himself sideways through compressed distance and appearing out of the reach of the Demon Paragon.

The crimson blade lost its target, and its power burst into the distance.

The mountain range behind him did not.

For thousands of kilometers, matter vanished—stone, fire, and air erased into a silent void.

Vlad’s eyes were cold as he prepared to counter, but before he could do that, the ground beneath him exploded.

Demogorgon’s fist erupted from below like a volcanic god, detonating on contact. A sphere of blinding fire swallowed the sky.

Vlad stood within the blast unharmed. At the last second, he had activated Quantum Expanse.

The explosion phased through him—

—and he immediately deactivated it.

Cooldown management. That was the only way he could survive this ordeal.

The instant his body solidified, he struck.

Space collapsed along the edge of the Quietus Sword as Vlad flashed forward, appearing beside Demogorgon’s shoulder and slashing downward.

The blade bit deep.

A sun was born.

The explosion blasted Vlad backward, flesh burning and muscles tearing as he forced space to bend behind him, stopping his momentum mid-flight.

However, Demogorgon was not doing well, as that cut reached all the way to the bones, crippling his arm for the moment. And that was not all, as Quietus Power invaded his body, slowing down his body and mind.

Yet, while one Demon Paragon was frozen, the other was already on the move. Before Vlad could recover control over his body, Abaddon’s crimson sword flashed forward, aiming straight at his brain.