Divine Emperor of Death

Myria's figure became enveloped in a pure white light as she began to heal herself using her life energy. As the prowess of her imitation was only one level higher, she was still capable of healing, but due to the heavy injuries caused by reincarnation energy, it would take more time for her to become fully healed. Although she could mitigate the threat of reincarnation energy with her own, it wouldn't be as efficient in extinguishing it as the imitation's reincarnation energy was still powerful.

Losing a layer of skin was different from losing an entire limb or an eye, after all.

Davis appeared a bit mortified to see Ellia appear injured, wanting to help her, but it was possible that Myria would become reverse-angered instead, as his help would probably hurt her pride.

Still, he saw her sit up properly in a lotus position even without a leg and dwell in utter concentration like it was her second nature.

'What kind of unshakable will does she possess?' He was inwardly taken aback.

Judging by her attitude, Davis could tell that she had never experienced defeat at the same stage and level until she met him, and now, being defeated two more times miserably, her heart still didn't seem to have lost pride. Perhaps, it was because of the fact that she was defeated by herself, which makes it null but still, to maintain an undefeatable heart is what gives a cultivator immense confidence to do things average or even geniuses are incapable of doing.

He could see such things in her, but also he couldn't help but feel that she was as lonely him as he was back then, but since some eccentric people preferred solitude over companionship, he really didn't see it as a weakness. Moreover, for an Anarchic Divergent like Myria, who could probably live forever, perhaps as long as the cosmos exists, having a friend or even companion is like a curse as death is permanent for them while not for her.

Although he figured that she could use Reincarnation Laws to revive people, which Myria herself hinted at, he guessed that there were limits to it. After all, anything that tips the balance of the entirety of the cosmos is bound to receive a backlash from the will that governs it. It was especially the case for him and what he understood so far from facing heavenly tribulations.

Nonetheless, he quickly stood up, using the anger from seeing Ellia become hurt to destroy his nervousness about facing a more ruthless himself.

As soon as he crossed the divide line and the barrier came up, he didn't bother to put up a barrier himself. Instead, he quickly formed a circular spiral of dark crimson flames encased by black-silver lightning, quickly forming a defense as heavenly flames and heavenly lightning formed a kirin-faced shield.

*Bang!~*

The shield trembled from being struck by dark crimson flames and black lightning, abruptly overwhelming the entirety of the shield and surging towards him. However, Davis had already started to retreat as he rushed sideways, quickly escaping the onslaught of his imitation.

"Ahaha! That's right! Run like the bitch you are!"

"Catch this bitch if you can, utterly fake bitch."

Davis scoffed at the provocation as he returned his own, grinning like a crass slum dweller.

Myria was shocked yet approving to see Davis enter even after witnessing what had happened to her, but looking at their crass exchange, she closed what remained of her eyes, returning to focus on healing her wounded body.

Extinction lightning flashed at an extremely fast speed as it approached Davis, but when it hit the shield he formed behind him, its powers were suppressed and induced half the damage it would normally do. Even then, it brought cracks to his Blazing Arc Volt Shield, constantly causing him to repeatedly use this technique as soon as the shield broke.

*Whoosh!~*

*Whoosh!~*

One figure chased the other, seemingly engaged in a battle of attrition as lightning and flames stormed the space.

'I still have some advantage because of my heavenly physique. Moreover, the formation didn't even try to replicate my heavenly physique this time...'

Davis mused, wondering if there was really a palace or a formation spirit.

*Boom!~*

Destructive immolation flames surged like a heavy plume of smoke and exploded flat out on him, but Davis used his other hand to form a makeshift heavenly flame shield, narrowly blocking it from having his head explode into bloody pieces as he was sent flying from the impact.

'Fuck! He's more ruthless than I thought…!'

He quickly moved again using the momentum, heading from one corner to another. However, he was gathering intel as much as he could, finding a way to drag this battle.

"Give up, Davis." The fake Davis's lips curved like a wild tiger, "Your plan to have me run out of energy is quite childish. I could do this all day long!"

"Don't bluff." Davis arrived at a spot, turning to look at his imitation that stopped, "Utmost, you could keep this up for a few hours, but if you constantly keep using techniques to barrage me like this, then you'll run out of energy sooner or later."

"Is that so? Did you not think the formation would supply me with boundless energy in case I run out of it? After all, the formation is testing you, not me."

"Ridiculous. Things need to be fair if something or someone is testing me. Otherwise, there's no point in measuring the worth of a character. Besides, I'm sure that the trial will allow you to become free if I fail in the end. Isn't that what you're after? And you think you're smart, using my own techniques against me?"

Davis launched a bolt of heavenly lightning to his side abruptly, causing a transparent figure to suddenly tremble and emerge from thin air, looking at him with killing intent brewing in intensity.

"My comprehension of Illusion Laws is crap. Just because you're a prowess higher, you dare to use it against me?"

Davis scoffed and rushed away again, causing the imitation's lips to twitch.

"Seems like you really need a reality check."

"Not something a fake has the right to say."

"...!"

A vein popped on the fake's forehead.

*Whoosh!~*

The imitation shot after Davis with immense speed, black lightning swirling around him as they churned into terrifying spheres that kept sending lightning bolts at Davis.

*Bang!~* *Bang!~* *Bang!~*

Davis couldn't survive more than nine concentrated strikes of extinction lightning bolts as his Blazing Arc Volt Shield collapsed upon receiving the ninth strike. The tenth bolt of lightning struck his body, causing him to spurt a mouthful of blood as he felt his internal organs being fried despite him sending heavenly lightning to suppress them.

He had another Blazing Arc Volt Shield come up at the same time and defend against more black lightning bolts that kept bombarding him with an obnoxious amount of energy, making him feel maddened enough to retreat again. He was really a subtle second late from propping up the defensive technique, causing him to become harmed.

Looking at the imitation that kept grinning at him from a distance, never really closing in, he knew that his imitation was playing it safe from him.

After all, Davis could only strike the imitation's body or soul only if it neared him and to get into range while being barraged by a bunch of powerful techniques was suicidal.

Davis clenched his teeth and gained more distance. However, it wasn't until twenty minutes later he flew out of the chamber, his purple robes appearing bloodied while he had a chunk of his left waist ripped out of him, its surface appearing to burned, not to mention that he had half his right arm missing and scorched beyond recovery although not for him.

"Seven more chances left, but I'll kill you in four and gain what's rightfully mine."

The imitation behind the transparent barrier chuckled before it disappeared, causing Davis's brows to twitch.

'Shit… to think that I would run out of energy first, not to mention...'

"It freaking hurts…!"

Davis bellowed out as he twisted his hips, straightening his body that had its bones dislocated from trying to escape as much as he could while getting bombarded while his imitation was playing soccer, except using his hands.

Consequently, his flesh churned and spurted more blood out as though it was squeezed, making Davis shudder ever so lightly before he calmed and sat in a lotus position, beginning to heal himself as his soul force got into work, turning into a grayish-white light that began soothing his pain as recovery took place.

However, it was quite slow like before.

Nonetheless, the second try felt like an improvement over the first, causing Davis to hold some hope when a voice suddenly echoed from a distance.