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Chapter 419: Chapter415-Sargeras's Limits



At this moment, under the watchful eyes of countless spectators, the battle between the two fighters reached a fever pitch.

Surging demonic energy roiled around Sargeras, an endless torrent of eerie, searing flames rising and burning, emanating waves that seemed to herald the end of the world.

Within these pulsations, the battlefield between him and Owen dissolved into chaos.

Their figures were imperceptible; only the terrifying ripples of their clashes could be seen, exploding like high-energy blasts in the void, scattering shockwaves in every direction.

These shockwaves didn't leave the two combatants unscathed.

Even Owen's battle-hardened, seemingly indestructible body was scorched black by the demonic flames, thick black smoke rising from his seared skin.

Meanwhile, Sargeras was faring no better.

Under the relentless sword energy of Owen's Godslayer Sword, his armor was riddled with deep cuts, and blood gushed from his wounds, filling the air with an even heavier scent of iron and gore.

The two exchanged dozens more blows, and the heavens above Demon Sky Citadel became a churning mass of chaotic energy.

The vast starry sky above twisted, collapsed, and shattered into endless stardust, blotting out the sun and moon.

As their battle escalated to even more terrifying heights, another violent clash forced Owen and Sargeras to simultaneously take a step back.

In the next instant, Owen's eyes flashed with a sharp glint, sword intent flowing like rivers of Order, before he slashed at Sargeras's arm with a lightning-fast strike.

The attack was too swift. Even with all his focus trained on Owen, Sargeras couldn't evade it. The blade pierced through his arm.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Blood spurted out in torrents.

The excruciating pain wrung a scream from Sargeras, a cry that echoed across the heavens and earth.

Sargeras was wounded!

The sight of Sargeras injured filled the onlookers with elation.

After all, Owen was only a god-mark celestial, far below Sargeras's rank as a mage.

Yet, despite the disparity, Owen had managed to wound him, gaining the upper hand. Clenching his teeth through the pain, Sargeras glared at Owen, a flicker of shock passing through his eyes.

The sheer terror of Owen's combat prowess had far exceeded his expectations.

The speed and power of his strikes were beyond anything Sargeras had anticipated. "Sargeras," Owen said, his tone calm yet commanding. "At this stage, there's no point in holding back. Let me see the full extent of your power."

"Do you really think you can defeat me with your current strength? You're dreaming." Owen's words sent shockwaves through the spectators. Could it be that Sargeras had been holding back this entire time?

"I'll admit," Sargeras said, his tone grave, "I underestimated you earlier. Your talent and strength are unlike anything I've encountered. But if I get serious, you won't stand a chance." Sargeras fixed his gaze on Owen, his expression growing colder and more menacing.

Tightening his grip on his demonic blade, he seemed to seize control of the very fabric of reality.

Around Owen, the void began to collapse inward, vibrating violently.

Waves of oppressive demonic energy surged toward him with crushing force.

In that moment, Sargeras seemed to transform into the supreme creator, the sovereign of this world.

Anyone who witnessed this scene felt themselves shrink in insignificance, like fireflies daring to compete with the blazing sun.

Even from across the endless void, the oppressive majesty of Sargeras's aura grew stronger, compelling all who felt it to bow down.

It was their first time encountering such a phenomenon-try as they might to resist, the weight of his presence was inescapable.

Meanwhile, the Burning Legion troops stationed at Demon Sky Citadel, emboldened by the surge of their commander's power, erupted in deafening cheers.

Venus, however, watched with a heavy heart. From Sargeras, she sensed an even more terrifying aura.

"This is bad," Venus murmured, her face pale. "Sargeras is trying to break the seal!"

Already immensely powerful, Sargeras's aura was now surging beyond comprehension, on the verge of breaking through the limits of Throne Celestial.

Venus understood all too well that anyone who reached the rank of Throne Celestial would inevitably face suppression by The Celestial.

After all, this rank represented the extreme limit of power.

To go beyond it was to pose a direct threat to The Celestial itself.

Thus, The Celestial had established this threshold as a warning.

Any mage who attempted to surpass Throne Celestial would face not only The Celestial's attacks but also a curse that would drastically shorten their lifespan, making survival nearly

impossible.

For this reason, most Throne Celestial mages chose not to pursue greater power.

The path forward was treacherous, and the oppressive weight of The Celestial's warning hung over them like a sword poised to fall.

The closer they approached the limit, the more likely that sword was to descend.

But now, to achieve a swift victory over Owen, Sargeras had chosen to break this limit and unleash his peak combat strength.

Even stepping half a step beyond Throne Celestial would grant him an unfathomable surge in

power.

No matter how formidable Owen's abilities seemed, he would pale in comparison to Sargeras in this state.

As Venus grew increasingly uneasy, her gaze instinctively shifted to a distant corner of the

void.

There, where nothing should have been, a magic carpet floated silently.

On it sat Caesar's soul, watching the battle unfold with casual interest.

Venus's heart sank at the sight. Caesar, who usually kept to herself, had come here?

This uncharacteristic behavior filled Venus with a growing sense of dread.

Caesar noticed Venus's gaze and offered her a faint smile, a subtle greeting. Venus furrowed

her brows even more deeply.

Caesar's soul was immensely powerful.

If she didn't want to be seen, even Venus-despite her own formidable strength-might not have been able to sense her presence. Caesar had revealed herself on purpose.

Next to Caesar, a celestial god, sensing the terrifying aura emanating from Sargeras, chuckled

lightly.

"Lord Caesar, Sargeras's power is truly terrifying. He's far more formidable now than ever before. There's no way Owen can match him."

Caesar, however, shook her head slightly. "Sargeras has indeed brought out all his trump cards, but if Owen were so easily defeated, he would have perished in the trials long ago."

"He is far more resourceful and resilient than he appears. Otherwise, he would not have earned my respect."

Hearing Caesar's rare tone of gravity, the celestial god beside her felt a shiver run down his

spine.

Having served Caesar for many years, he understood how rare it was for her to take any mage

seriously.

To see Caesar treat Owen with such solemnity was shocking.

"My lord, do you believe Owen will win this fight?"

Caesar cast him a glance and shook her head. "This time, his opponent isn't just Sargeras.

Ultimately, he will lose."

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As Sargeras began breaking through the limits of Throne Celestial, the spectators in the miniature world all watched with grim expressions.

The power emanating from Sargeras now was on an entirely different level.

Even the residual shockwaves of his aura, carried across the vast void, reeked of death.

Breaking the Throne Celestial limit!

It was something they had only heard of in legend.

What kind of power would Sargeras wield once he crossed that boundary?

They could not even begin to imagine.