Chapter 537: Fog of Ruin (1/2)

*Boom!* *Boom!* *Boom!*

Sounds of compressed explosions could be heard at the Inner Depths of Asphodel. Looking carefully at the scene, one would see faint blurs of figures moving at incredibly speeds, clashing against each other.

Muffled groans soon followed every clash, black blood splattered on the ground. The moment this blood made contact with the ground, they would sizzle and dry up almost instantly due to the incredible heat of the surroundings.

Though it's quite difficult to see, the blurred silhouettes were actually different. Most of this silhouettes were surrounded by black aura turning them into sharp black arrows as they moved at incredible speeds. The one constantly clashed with these black silhouettes was covered by a dark golden aura.

The clash stopped briefly, allowing the scene to calm down for a bit, it was then that the participants of this clash were revealed.

It turns out that this fight was between a human and five devils.

The five devils were humanoids with animalistic parts. Some had sharp ears, a lower body or upper body of an animal, some were covered in fur. Nevertheless, all of them were fueled by a strong desire to rip the human apart and eat his flesh. Their bodies were covered with a think blanket of evil aura, their skin's were pitch black as if roasted, their eyes were red and there's drool escaping their lips. These creatures had no sense of intelligence, acting only by instincts alone.

On the other hand, there was the human. A human male who's facial features covered by mask and a dark colored hood. His body was covered with a thick dark golden aura that radiates an undeniable majesty and dignity. His pair of deeply golden colored pupils radiated coldness and indifference. His back was straight, his chest puffed and his stance strong.

This man was none other than Raven.

As Raven continued his way towards the Devil Emperor's Pagoda, he inevitably countered strong devils that lurked at the Inner Depths of Asphodel.

Raven never retreated from any battles. Whenever he encountered a devil, he will face it and make sure to kill it before moving on. He wasn't afraid of being mobbed, actually he'd be more afraid if he didn't encounter any.

His refusal to stay low and stealthy was intentional. He wasn't aggressive because he's careless, he's aggressive caused he wanted to fight.

Raven never truly lacked battles, what he lacked was challenging ones. Ever since he experienced Soul Rebirth, his journey was paved with broken bones but not as much blood. Thanks to his accumulations, Raven always cinched victory. Normally, no one would be upset about this but Raven wasn't happy.

There isn't enough stimulant.

He had always enjoyed a good fight, but sadly his opponents would always ended up realizing that he's too strong for them so they'd either be defeated or avoid him. Even tough he didn't like that, there's nothing he could do about it.

However, now that he's in Asphodel, it seems that he'll be able to enjoy a really good fight. These devils were merciless and won't hesitate kill him. Fight's like this are hectic but beneficial since he'd be able to release all of his potential at once, making him advance by leaps and bounds.

*Boom!*

A large hand appeared out of nowhere, it blotted out the skies and trampled the five devils that he was fighting. Raven felt some resistance but he merely snorted and added more force to the technique. The five devils didn't last long as they instantly turned into bloody mists without in seconds. After that, he flicked a plume of white flames at their corpse and watch them turn into ashes.

Seeing that he was successful in killing them, Raven released a sigh of relief. He briefly checked his reserves and saw that they were still on the acceptable level for him to continue, and that's what he precisely did.

Raven flew forwards like an arrow, looking for the next batch of devil to kill. Even though he didn't go out here with the mission to kill them, wiping them out still grants him Merit Points and he didn't need to confirm the kill by harvesting any of their body parts.

As Raven flew fast, a silhouette followed him closely. This was none other than Kyrie, who's tasked to silently watch over him and only allowed to interfere once he's in dire need.

Over the course of days she followed him, Kyrie was already convinced that her Young Lord would most likely be fine on his own.

Even though he's just a Saint Knight right now, his strength could easily match-up with a Lord Knight. In fact, she could feel that if he truly went all out, he'd be able to temporarily clash against an Empyrean Knight.

This was already a shocking result, nevertheless the miracles that she saw her Young Lord doing before was enough to numb her. Him possessing this kind of strength felt natural compared to the shocking things she witnessed before.