Devil's Eye Reborn - Shadow Angel Awakens - Chapter 72

Chapter 72: Chapter 70: Meet The Satan’s Cult leader again
 

0.04 seconds.

“How long would it take you two to react to something unusual behind you?” I asked, rubbing my chin.

“About 0.01 seconds,” Yang Jian replied with his eyes closed.

“0.008 seconds,” Musashi said, looking at me.

0.01, 0.008.

I thought for a moment and said, “We don’t know the Satan’s Cult leader’s strength, but let’s assume he’s as strong as Musashi. From the moment we cut through the wall to his reaction, we have 0.04 seconds.”

“0.04 seconds, what can we do?” Zicheng asked with a bitter smile.

“Enough,” Musashi turned to me and said coldly, “Kid, you already have a plan, don’t you?”

“Three steps,” I held up three fingers, “First, Musashi will break the wall. Brother Yang and the Howling Sky Dog will kill the two guards the moment the opening is made and pull Daji back into this chamber. Zicheng will guard her.”

“That’s it? What about the Satan’s Cult leader?” Yang Jian asked, still with his eyes closed.

“I’ll handle him,” I said firmly. “Any objections to this plan?”

“After breaking the wall, I’ll confront Samael directly,” Musashi said, walking to the wall and gripping his sword hilt tightly before relaxing.

“Alright,” I turned to Zicheng and asked, “Can you and Yan’er guard Daji?”

Zicheng nodded.

I had Zicheng and Yan’er cover the glass boxes containing Rofocal and Satan’s remains with the black cloth again, then walked to Beelzebub.

“I have many questions for you,” I said, holding the black cloth, “If I get the chance, I’ll come back for you.”

“No, we won’t meet again,” Beelzebub said before being covered, “because he is too powerful.”

I didn’t know whether he meant Samael or the Satan’s Cult leader, but if possible, I’d take both their lives.

After discussing the timing of our attack, I positioned myself behind Musashi, ready to act.

Yang Jian opened all three of his eyes and walked over to me, saying, “Kid, don’t drag us down.”

I smiled and replied, “Don’t worry, my speed will only be faster than yours, never slower.”

“Hmph, be careful then,” Yang Jian said with a smile, then mounted the Howling Sky Dog, his face instantly becoming full of murderous intent.

Seeing his focused expression, I couldn’t help but silently praise his concentration and dedication, truly a demon honed through countless trials.

“Kid, focus. I’m about to make my move,” Musashi said coldly from behind me. I nodded and gripped the ‘Spirit Flute’ tightly, calming my mind.

Everyone remained silent, the surrounding tension only broken by the buzzing of flies.

“Prepare,” Musashi commanded in a deep voice, gripping his dual swords.

A surge of killing intent erupted!

The dual swords were unsheathed.

The two katanas danced wildly against the silver-white wall, each slash leaving a clear mark.

No named techniques, only pure violence.

Suddenly, the steel wall collapsed!

0.01 seconds.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Jian and I dashed through the steel wall with lightning speed.

We saw three people standing in a triangular formation. In front was a person in a wide black robe, facing away from us, likely the Satan’s Cult leader.

Behind were two guards with weapons, and between them lay a naked woman with skin as white as snow—it was Daji.

0.02 seconds.

Just as we crossed the steel wall, Yang Jian leaped off the Howling Sky Dog’s back. His triple-pointed double-bladed long-hilt saber descended from above, slicing the left guard in half.

The lion-like Howling Sky Dog pounced on the right guard, “biting off” his head, while I activated the “Eye of Illusions” and lunged at the Satan’s Cult leader.

Blood splattered everywhere.

0.03 seconds.

Yang Jian thrust the hilt of his weapon into Daji’s arms, lifting her and sliding her back through the wall’s crack to be caught by Zicheng, while the Howling Sky Dog guarded the opening.

At the same time, I formed my fingers into claws, gathering demonic energy, and aimed for the Satan’s Cult leader’s head.

0.04 seconds.

I saw myself.

“Trash.”

Somehow, the Satan’s Cult leader had already turned to face me, gripping my hands tightly!

The mask was almost touching my face.

The smooth surface of the ‘Mirror’ artifact reflected my shocked expression.

“Hehehe, unexpected, isn’t it? Trash,” the Satan’s Cult leader’s mocking laughter echoed in front of me. My wrists suddenly ached as my bones were crushed.

I immediately understood that the ‘Mirror’ could reflect all demonic eye techniques. When Yang Jian used the “Clairvoyance Eye” to spy, the Satan’s Cult leader had already noticed our actions but remained silent, waiting to counterattack at the last moment.

Failing the sneak attack, I quickly made a decision. I planted my foot on his chest and kicked hard, tearing my arms off at the shoulders!

Though the pain of losing my arms was intense, it freed me from the Satan’s Cult leader’s grip.

I landed on the ground, enduring the pain, and immediately leaped up again, flipping to the Satan’s Cult leader’s back.

The blood spraying from my severed arms obstructed the Satan’s Cult leader’s vision, so he didn’t notice I was behind him.

I channeled demonic energy to my right shoulder, shouted, and a new arm grew from the bloody wound.

“Now you’re the one being held by ‘trash’,” I said with a smile, my newly formed right hand gripping his throat like a snake, while my demonic energy shifted to regrow my left arm and twist his left hand behind his back. “This is our first face-to-face conversation, isn’t it?”

Only then did I take in the surroundings.

We were in a large hall, similar to the previous room, with large computers installed on the walls.

The guards who had stood by Daji were dead. The injured Daji lay in Yan’er’s arms, while Zicheng and the Howling Sky Dog stood ready in front of them.

Behind me, the sounds of battle raged on. Judging by the wind, only three were fighting, suggesting that Rahab and the others were too engaged for Musashi and Yang Jian to intervene.

“Hehehe, now I understand the stench of trash,” the Satan’s Cult leader laughed maniacally, showing no fear. “Trash, do you think I’ve been captured by you?”

His calm demeanor annoyed me. I sneered, “Do you really think your hands are faster than my fingers?”

The Satan’s Cult leader laughed heartily at my words, then shook his head and pretended to be scared. “No, even though I’m stronger than you, my hands aren’t faster than your fingers.”

“Hmph, how can you still be so relaxed? Aren’t you afraid of death?” Hearing his mocking tone, I felt a surge of anger and tightened my grip on his throat.

The Satan’s Cult leader let out a raspy laugh and said, “I do fear death, but I’m laughing because I know you, this piece of trash, can’t kill me.”

“Hmm?”

“My hands may not be faster than yours, but,” the Satan’s Cult leader said with an evil grin, “my control over demonic energy is ten times faster than your movements.” With that, his demonic energy surged.

I was momentarily stunned, then suddenly my right eye went black, and a sharp, piercing pain spread across my right cheek!

Shocked, I immediately channeled my energy to push him away and leaped back.

Touching my eye socket, I was horrified to find that my eye had been shattered by something, leaving a hole that went all the way to the back of my head!

“What did you do?” I asked, glaring at the Satan’s Cult leader’s back with my “Eye of Illusions,” while channeling demonic energy to heal my damaged right eye.

The Satan’s Cult leader turned his back to me, laughing heartily, while holding something high in his right hand.

Focusing, I saw that he was holding my severed hand, which still clutched the ‘Spirit Flute.’

Realizing this, everything suddenly became clear!

When the Satan’s Cult leader said his control over demonic energy was faster than my hand movements, he meant that he infused my severed hand with demonic energy, which then flowed into the ‘Spirit Flute,’ causing it to attack me.

Thus, I was caught off guard and had my right eye destroyed, with the attack penetrating my skull.

In such a short time, he came up with a clever solution to this sudden situation. His creativity and adaptability were truly impressive.

Moreover, he managed to channel demonic energy through an intermediary, demonstrating the purity and control of his demonic energy.

Who exactly is he?

“Who are you, really?”

I glared at him and asked, “Why are you the reincarnation of Satan? And why are you always targeting me?”

Hearing my questions, the Satan’s Cult leader stopped laughing briefly. He turned his face slightly, giving me a sharp look, and asked with a cold smile, “Do you, this piece of trash, really want to know?”

“Yes, I want to see the true face of this coward.”

“Hmph, a coward?” The Satan’s Cult leader snorted coldly, then, after a moment of thought, he smiled expectantly and said, “Fine, I also want to see your shocked, disgusted expression.”

“I’ve anticipated every possibility, no matter who you are…” I said coldly, but fell silent in astonishment.

I was speechless because the Satan’s Cult leader faced me and slowly removed the ‘Bright Mirror,’ revealing his true face.

Behind the iron mask was a familiar face.

A face I had seen thousands of times.

A wave of dizziness washed over me, as if I had fallen into a foggy abyss.

“This is impossible.” I looked at him, utterly shocked, feeling as if I had fallen into an icy chasm.

“Why is it impossible?” That familiar, sinister face looked at me, smiling with delight. “Hmm, your shocked expression is truly entertaining.”

I didn’t respond to his taunts.

Because beneath the ‘Bright Mirror,’

What I saw was… me-myself!