Inside the lightless banquet hall, shadow claws spread wildly like thorny roses, carrying the malice to tear everything apart as they strangled all the survivors lost in the darkness.
The shadow demon **Zyra** floated in midair, her expression fanatical and twisted.
She intended to completely wipe out every trace of life here.
Whether it was that already decayed and boring aging body, or those nobles who had once feigned courtesy with her, all of them would become sacrifices for her rebirth, using their lives to bless today’s “birthday.”
As for… the Hero?
Ha! The Hero had studied magic for only a few short years.
How could he possibly have learned such powerful detection magic or prophecy magic to break her **[Shadow Seal]**, which blocked the six senses?
She narrowed her eyes and looked toward the Hero, unable to stop herself from clicking her tongue in pity and shaking her head.
The Hero had even already closed his eyes.
He looked completely like someone who had given up.
She laughed, thinking silently in her heart:
[Young people—your mentality still isn’t good enough. Compared to us old veterans, you’re still far too green.]
[Back then, the Hero from the previous generation before the last even used to call me…Sister Zyra.]
At the same time—
Facing this overwhelming killing intent, **Jon** slowly closed his eyes.
The shadow demon’s shadow magic did not merely devour light; it also insidiously blocked the other senses, creating extremely effective concealment and distortion.
Under such magic, one might not even clearly feel pain when injured.
But compared with the time in the **Sea of Lostness**, when he faced the tentacles extended by the **Fourth Demon God**, this situation was far inferior.
The “Mind’s Eye” that had resolved that predicament back then could naturally be used now as well.
Without hesitation, Jon immediately opened his “Mind’s Eye.”
In an instant—
Within his consciousness, the world shed its complicated appearances and returned to the most fundamental currents of magic power.
Those unpredictable shadow claws that seemed to seep out from the void all turned into clearly distinguishable dotted lines.
Everything has a gap; follow the flow.
Jon moved.
With the “Superspeed” state activated, he did not seem to be fighting.
Instead, it was more like he was strolling leisurely on a stage constructed of lines and blades.
Every movement of his hands and feet allowed his iron fists to precisely cut off the magic nodes of the shadow claws.
Those shadows capable of slicing gold and jade apart were as fragile as dust before him—collapsing the moment they were touched.
Not only were the surviving nobles completely unharmed, even Zyra’s human body—already drained of life and resembling a dried corpse—was casually protected by him, barely preserving the few remaining hours of its life.
Midair, Zyra’s frenzied smile gradually stiffened.
Her cherry-red lips slowly parted wider and wider.
Her entire being radiated confusion, shock, and bewilderment from the inside out, as if she had seen a ghost.
From her perspective, it indeed looked like she had “seen a ghost.”
Things like time stopping—she didn’t know about that.
All she saw was that all of her shadow claws disappeared in an instant.
And the Hero had disappeared as well.
“….”
Where did the Hero go?