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"No." He shook his head, as if saying it took great effort. Lyrx's spider-like limbs twitched, but she held herself still, watching the others closely. "Let me talk to him a little longer," she insisted. But their patience snapped. "You are crazy!" one of the Demon Kings roared, his voice filled with outrage. Shadows curled around him like writhing tendrils as his aura rose to life. Another demon stepped forward, his fangs bared. "You demand we bow to a single family? Spit on the legacies of our ancestors? " Another one protested, "The demon world was built with the blood and sweat of our ancestors! You can't just insult us like this!" The dam finally broke. Half of the Demon Kings lunged forward, their auras exploding in a storm of power. Darkness, fire, lightning and many more tore through the air as their battle cries filled the sky. (So you all choose war over submission?) Pantheon's glowing eyes narrowed. Its presence alone was enough to shake the heavens, yet these fools still dared to resist. "We won't just hand over the demon world to the likes of you two!" The Ancient dragon exhaled, sending a pulse of scorching heat across the air. (You fools, you're wasting your life!) A single flap of its wings sent a shockwave ripping through the air. Demon kings wavered, struggling against the crushing force. Their bodies screamed at them to flee, but pride held them in place. "Let's attack together! I refuse to believe they can withstand our combined force!" Roars of defiance echoed as they fought back, refusing to surrender. Lyrx's hands clenched. "STOP! DON'T ENGAGE IN BATTLE!" But her warnings were drowned by the storm of power around her. The first attack came fast—a blade sharper than any metal, honed to pierce through Asher's heart. They thought that if they took him out then they would had a chance. It was a good strategy compared to attacking Pantheon's extremely durable scales. But he wasn't playing around anymore. He turned into his half dragon form and stopped the blade with just two fingers. CLANK! "I'm giving you all one last chance. If you refuse to listen, I'll have no choice but to use force." The demon king pushed harder, but the blade only trembled between the fingers before snapping in half. "I gave you a choice, and you wasted it. Don't blame me for being merciless." In the next instant, he struck with a single slap, sending the attacker hurtling toward the ocean. BOOOOM! Water erupted on impact, and the demon king was left fatally wounded. However— This didn't stop the others, but they knew close-range combat was out of the question. Seeing that Pantheon wasn't making a move, they seized the opportunity. "Let's keep our distance and attack from all sides!" one of them shouted. Immediately, they spread out, surrounding the massive dragon's head. They unleashed a barrage of long-range attacks, filling the air with different elements. Asher stood his ground, and raised his hand. A golden hexagonal barrier formed around him , redirecting the force of the attacks. Most of them went astray and hit Pantheon's head, but the dragon barely flinched, it felt like being bitten by ants. This was due to the sheer magic resistance of an ancient dragon. If Zagan could weaken magical attack by 30%, then an ancient one like Pantheon reduced it by a staggering 99%. Spells that would have torn through mountains barely left a mark on his scales. Even the most powerful attacks felt like nothing more than a gentle breeze against his massive body. (Brat, do you want me to deal with them?) it asked mentally. "No, let me handle it. Not everyone joined in, so I think I can take on this many." "Besides, I don't think they're that powerful without Zagan," he added. Unlike his fight with the Kitsune, where he had to contend with her divine form and domain, he felt more confident this time. Though he still need to get a little serious , "100%." His aura surged wildly, and it was just the beginning. "200%." "300%." As his energy level continued to climb, the demons grew more restless. Desperation flickered in their eyes as they unleashed their most powerful attacks—each one capable of leveling a small mountain. BOOOOOM! BOOOOOM! BOOOOOM! Explosions erupted across Pantheon's head, engulfing him in blinding light and thick smoke. For a moment, the battlefield trembled under the sheer force of their assault. But as the dust settled, their expressions changed to disbelief. Asher was still unharmed. His power had surged by 900%, and he chose to stop there to avoid the severe backlash he experienced last time. The air around him crackled with golden, blue, and red sparks. His scales shimmered, taking on an even more magnificent color, reflecting the energy that coursed through him. "Milia sagittarum lucis." Thousands of magic circles slowly formed around him, each one glowing with an intense golden light. Sparks of energy crackled as they expanded, filling the air with an ominous hum. A split second later, countless golden arrows emerged, their tips pulsing with destructive power. SWOOOSH! SWOOOSH! SWOOOSH! They shot forward, homing in on the attackers as if they had a mind of their own. The demon kings reacted instantly. Some twisted their bodies at the last second, barely dodging the deadly projectiles, while others raised powerful barriers that clashed against the golden arrows, creating bursts of light upon impact. A few struck back with their own magic, intercepting the arrows before they could land. Their movements were swift, calculated—proof that their title as demon kings was well earned. However, the nonstop rain of arrows left little room to breathe. The moment one arrow was blocked, another took its place, forcing them into a constant state of defense. "Let's hold out! I'm sure he'll get exhausted fast!" one of them shouted. The others nodded in agreement and began adjusting their approach to counter the attacks. Instead of wasting energy on brute force defenses, they focused on minimizing movement and deflecting only when necessary.