A fiery dagger appeared in Olakira’s hand and soon each one of his copies had one as well. The temperature seemed to be increasing exponentially that even Damian was sweating rivulets.

A copy of Saint Johnson then attacked without saying anything. A scythe that was made of wind and was almost invisible was then waved towards the four and a wind blade tens of meters long, just enough to cut them all in half, appeared.

{Golden angel integration}....{333 swords.}

Illusory golden wings appeared behind Damian. His eyes and hair turned golden and the golden sword turned itself into 333 copies.

It all happened in a moment, just fast enough to create a barrier that could stop the part of the wind blade that was meant for him.

In contrast, Xerxes and Black Fang merely waved their hands to dispel the wind blade.

Once again Black Fang’s shadow appeared and enveloped Lil Wayne and then absorbed the latter. It was to ‘store’ him into his shadow so he didn’t have to worry about the cub’s safety as he fought.

Xerxes then asked, “You think you’ll manage to handle this without my help? Your boasts will be put on trial here. This threat is almost at the same level as that dragon Damon outside.”

Black Fang said, “Barely...I think. I don’t have the Dao Core to supply me energy anymore ever since I reached that ‘realm’. How long I last will all depend on my stamina. Who knew there was such a fearsome enemy in this place. We should be considered lucky that he wasn’t outside to copy the crazed Damon...if we had to fight an army of crazed Damon...hehehe...I think my blood would be boiling as it is now….hahaha...”

“What do you mean you don’t have access to the Dao Core?” Xerxes asked.

“I told you already...I found my way and the Dao Core is too weak to aid me.” Black Fang.

{Umbral teleportation}

The three then found themselves on a barren mountain just outside the Holy City.

“Like this, the whole city won’t be destroyed.” Black Fang said. His wolfman body became two and a half meters long. Everything about him had changed. His aura had become fiercer and the red in his eyes deepened.

{EDICT OF DARKNESS : NIGHT SCYTHE}

A scythe three and a half meters long made of pure Darkness took form in Black Fang’s right hand.

The moment that weapon was created, the entire world turned black. A black smoke permeated the air and the untrained eye could not see past three meters.

Looking from space the entire solar system they were in had turned black with the same black fog being seen everywhere.

The populace barricaded themselves inside their homes waiting for the omen to pass. They were smart people and had guessed that saints were fighting. They knew all too well that one of the Saint Beasts, Adolf, controlled the darkness element. But what they didn’t know was that the area of effect spanned an entire solar system instead of their beloved city, town or village.

Like a swarm the two groups of copies arrived in great numbers as they sought to encircle them to make hell rain upon them.

Black Fang Grinned and then swung his scythe.

What looked like a harmless dark fog was released and then went to meet the swarm.

Thousands of copies of two men could be seen in the sky after the blinding light receded.

Two groups, each numbering in the tens of thousands.

Black Fang could recognize the two men who had been copied. He had fought them in that past war before entering eternal sleep.

They were Saint Olakira and Saint Johnson, the two human saints who had survived his anger back then.

...And now here they were, being utilized like puppets by an old Saint. Old, but a Saint no less.

There was a reason why the Pope Pontius appeared so old despite being a Saint who enjoyed immortality. His heaven defying power to copy anything came at the cost of his life force. A saint’s life force was endless, but what of making tens of thousands of copies of two saints?

A copy of Saint Olakira then said, “This move was supposed to be used to decimate the Godbeasts from this beautiful planet that you sully with your presence. Now, that plan will be pushed by several hundreds of years because of you four. Now, how shall we put you to death? Choose fast, we don’t have all day.”

Everywhere the ‘Dark Fog’ passed, the copies of Saint Olakira and Saint Johnson, when in contact with the fog, their bodies turned a deeper shade of black and then decomposed to end in black ashes that blended into the ‘Dark Fog’ to continue killing the others.

Just like that, once the black fog was no more, only one third of the copies remained.

The dark fog had ignored all elemental attacks and defences to corrode their bodies to nothingness.

Xerxes was so happy and in awe that he kept jumping where he stood, saying, “Good, good...do it one more time...”

“I tried...” Black Fang then coughed blood and then found himself on his knees, “If only it was one enemy and not so many that are everywhere...how can I fight that?” He then fainted.

The black fog seemed as if recalled by an unknown power.

From the outside of the solar system to the Divine Light Planet, all the fog was absorbed by the ‘Night Scythe’.

The ‘Night Scythe stood there as if waiting for its master to wake up.

Xerxes and Damian looked at each other and couldn’t believe that this was the boastful wolf who said that he was too strong and any problem would be resolved with his help.

‘Look at him now. He’s lost consciousness and is soundly sleeping on the floor waiting for us to save his a*s.’

Xerxes promptly made a decision.

He jumped and in the next moment his illusory white body entered Damian’s chest.

A voice then appeared in Damian’s head, “Stop wasting so much time being angry and initiate the integration with me.”

Damian’s mind went blank, ‘Was he about to turn into a golden winged white lion?’