Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 472

Chapter 472: War XLV
“Rick!” Dren shouted, charging at Ivan with his claws coated in golden energy. He struck with all his strength—only for Ivan to catch his attack with ease.

Ivan grinned. “Nice try.”

Then he crushed Dren’s wrist.

CRACK!

Dren howled in pain as Ivan kicked him away like a ragdoll.

Aiden’s mind raced. Ivan was toying with them. His power had skyrocketed, far beyond what should have been possible. The Abyssal Wastes had corrupted him, making him stronger than ever.

But he wasn’t invincible.

Aiden’s golden eyes flashed. He still had weaknesses.

“Enough playing around,” Aiden muttered. “Let’s end this.”

He raised his sword, the Golden Flame roaring to life. The heat instantly melted the surrounding rocks, causing the entire crater to glow.

Ivan’s smirk faltered.

Aiden vanished—appearing behind Ivan in an instant.

“Space Rend.”

His sword cleaved forward—space itself splitting apart.

SLASH!

A deep gash appeared across Ivan’s chest. The abyssal energy around him screamed in agony as the power of Aiden’s attack burned through him.

Ivan staggered. For the first time, his expression twisted in rage.

“You… little… PEST!”

The crater trembled. Abyssal energy surged outward, warping reality itself.

Aiden’s eyes narrowed.

This wasn’t just another fight.

This was the final battle.

And only one of them would leave the Abyssal Wastes alive.

Ivan’s abyssal aura surged, twisting the air into a swirling mass of dark tendrils and wailing spirits. His crimson eyes gleamed with malice as his body started to regenerate, the wound Aiden inflicted already sealing itself shut.

“You think a mere slash can bring me down?” Ivan snarled, his voice layered with countless whispers from the abyss.

Aiden didn’t respond. Instead, he flicked his sword, shaking off the remnants of abyssal energy clinging to its edge. His golden flames burned even brighter, pushing back the oppressive darkness.

Ivan lunged.

BOOM!

The air exploded as he shot forward, his claws coated in abyssal energy, aiming straight for Aiden’s heart.

But Aiden was already moving.

CLANG!

Their attacks collided—golden fire against abyssal corruption. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the battlefield, forcing the others to retreat.

Ivan grinned. “You can’t kill me, Aiden. Not here. Not anymore.”

Aiden’s eyes glowed. “We’ll see about that.”

He twisted his blade, unleashing a torrent of golden flames. The abyssal tendrils writhing around Ivan ignited, screeching as they were consumed.

Ivan roared in pain. The abyss was strong, but it wasn’t invincible.

Myne took the opening, vanishing before reappearing above Ivan, her daggers coated in a mix of spatial and time energy.

“Die.”

She slashed downward—her blades aiming for Ivan’s neck.

But before she could connect, Ivan’s throne-like Martial Spirit roared to life, a phantom hand of darkness bursting from his back and grabbing Myne mid-air.

“Argh—!” Myne gasped as the hand tightened around her, draining her energy at a terrifying rate.

Aiden’s eyes flashed in alarm. “Let her go!”

He moved. Faster than thought, his sword cut through the abyssal hand, severing it in one clean stroke.

Myne collapsed to the ground, panting. “Tch. That was close.”

Ivan scowled. His abyssal energy was strong, but Aiden was adapting too quickly.

He needed to end this now.

Ivan raised his arms, and the sky above them rippled—a massive, abyssal rift tearing open. Thousands of abyssal spirits howled as they began pouring out, their twisted forms lunging for Aiden and his group.

The battlefield had just turned into hell itself.

Aiden exhaled, his grip tightening on his sword. No more playing around.

His Golden Sword Martial Spirit emerged behind him—a colossal, divine figure wreathed in golden flames, radiating sheer dominance.

Ivan’s sneer faltered. “What—?”

Aiden’s voice was calm. “Let’s finish this.”

Then, he vanished.

A golden afterimage blurred forward—cutting through the abyssal spirits like a god of war descending upon the battlefield.

Ivan barely had time to react before a golden blade tore through space and slashed across his chest.

“ARGH—!”

Abyssal energy erupted from the wound, writhing like a living thing as it tried to heal itself. But Aiden’s golden flames burned through it, leaving behind a gaping wound that refused to close.

Ivan staggered, his breath ragged. “Impossible…”

Aiden didn’t waste time. He twisted his blade, and golden runes flared to life along its edge. His aura surged—commanding, unstoppable.

Ivan gritted his teeth. His throne-like Martial Spirit loomed behind him, pulsing with abyssal power. The throne’s massive, spectral hand swung down, attempting to crush Aiden into oblivion.

But Aiden didn’t move.

Instead, he raised a single finger.

The air trembled. The golden runes around him shifted—a divine pattern forming beneath his feet.

Then—

“Space Rend.”

CRACK!

A single tear split reality itself.

The spectral hand froze mid-air. Then, with a soundless explosion, it was severed cleanly, dissipating into nothingness.

Ivan’s eyes went wide. “NO—!”

Aiden vanished again.

He reappeared directly in front of Ivan, his sword thrusting forward.

BOOM!

Ivan barely managed to block, abyssal energy clashing violently with Aiden’s divine flames. The impact shattered the ground beneath them, sending cracks spiderwebbing through the battlefield.

But Aiden wasn’t done.

With a flick of his wrist, he twisted his sword—forcing Ivan’s defense wide open.

Then, his left hand shot forward, grabbing Ivan by the throat.

“Got you.”

Golden flames erupted from his palm.

Ivan screamed.

Aiden’s fire wasn’t just burning his body—it was consuming his very essence, purging the abyssal corruption at its core.

Ivan thrashed violently, trying to break free. His throne Martial Spirit trembled, its form flickering as its power was being drained away.

Aiden’s voice was low, resolute. “This ends here.”

He tightened his grip. The golden flames intensified, burning brighter than ever.

The abyssal spirits shrieked in terror— their connection to Ivan breaking apart.

Ivan’s screams grew weaker. His body began to disintegrate, abyssal energy peeling away like ash in the wind.

He looked up at Aiden—his crimson eyes filled with disbelief.

“I… was supposed to be unstoppable…”

Aiden’s gaze remained cold.

“You overestimated yourself.”

With one final pulse of golden flames—

Ivan was erased from existence.

The battlefield fell into silence.

The abyssal spirits vanished. The lingering darkness dissipated.

And Aiden stood there, his golden flames slowly dimming.

Myne exhaled, wiping blood from her lips. “Finally… it’s over.”

Nexus, who had been observing from afar, let out a small smirk. “He really did it.”

The others slowly gathered around, staring at the spot where Ivan had been.

Nothing remained.

Aiden looked down at his hand—still burning with golden fire. He clenched it into a fist.

Ivan was gone.