Damian’s roar sounded like that of a human and lion at the same time.

The darkness element that was contained inside the Night Scythe kept pouring into Damian like a tide.

The only thing about him that had yet to change were his golden pupils and golden illusory wings.

The golden light in his eyes amidst the black element that escaped the eyes seemed to be fighting to keep his mind uncorrupted by darkness.

After the roar, a very confused Damon looked at himself.

The power he felt was out of this world, a power even bigger than the eleven daos of Xerxes.

“Now I understand why Black Fang couldn’t last long. This Night Scythe is very cunning indeed. It takes back the energy it had imbued you with to attack. Of course the longer you have it, the longer it has the time to feed you with darkness energy and then the longer you can use it. Somehow that energy changes in the body to become its fuel, or else it could be used without any price...but how could such a good thing exist.” Damian said as he looked at the Night Scythe in his hand.

Moreover, in the earlier attack, black fang had only used the energy he had accumulated in the short time he had been revived...and that attack had decimated two thirds of the enemy's numbers.

What would’ve happened if Black Fang had been nourished by the Night Scythe for thousands of years?

Xerxes’ voice then sounded, “That little energy you just absorbed can’t help us now, but as I see it we can only kill them one by one to give the Night Scythe enough time to feed you more energy. We can keep going until there’s no more enemies.”

By now, Pontius Eventus #2 had unleashed his own little mirror to summon even more clones of Saint Olakira and Saint Johnson.

It didn’t take long for an uncountable number of clones to be seen in the sky.

Damian sighed, “here goes nothing.”

He flew into the sky and then reaped the lives of the clones one by one.

Multiple attacks rained down on him, but the eternal dark smoke that came out of every pore of his body acted as a sturdy shield that nothing could pass through.

The fight lasted for a long time. Day and night alternated and if it wasn’t for the timely nourishment of darkness energy by the Night Scythe, Damian would have long been exhausted to death.

He only used enough darkness energy to kill and made sure to leave some to power his hulking body, whether he could keep staying awake and moving fast depended on that little energy he left behind. Or else he would end up like Black Fang : Unconscious and unable to do anything.

After that, he would wait for the Night Scythe to fill him up with energy which took no more than a second.

A lot could happen in a second. In that time he could opt to retreat and then come back reenergized or just punch his way through until he could deliver real lethal attacks.

While he was fighting, he made sure to have Xerxes monitor Black Fang so that he could use his Dao of space to teleport there should any of the clones have any ideas to kill Black Fang. It had happened more than thrice which prompted Damian to urge Xerxes to keep an eye out.

Unknowingly to everyone fighting, Black Fang had long woken up and was looking at the fight with the power of his soul. “It seems I’ll have to do ‘That’. I’m not sure it’ll work but there is no choice left for us. I hypothesized with Chronos about it and he assured me that the logic was there, but that whether it was feasible and could work remained to be seen. Without a first try, there’s no way to know for sure it’ll work, but we only have that first try now. Damian is so occupied by the fight that he would have no time to summon me again using the requiem Book should I fail. I can be revived an unlimited number of times but if the wielder of the Requiem Book is too occupied to summon me to try again until I can succeed, everything is for naught.”

Black Fang stood on his feet as nimbly as a fit man.

It didn’t go unnoticed by the rest.

Black Fang’s words made their way into Damian’s skull, “Come back. I may have a way to resolve our problems faster...probably.”

Damian was relieved but also skeptical, “What on earth is he about to do?” He was relieved because he knew that he had yet to kill even one fifth of the newly summoned clones after so many days. If Black fang had another ace up his sleeves he would welcome it with open arms. But he was also skeptical because he couldn’t think of anything that could be done other than killing the clones one by one.

Black Fang held the belief that the clones would be too afraid to approach now that he was awake… which would in fact give them more chances to do what they were about to do.

...but the clones would not be that stupid anymore once they felt his lifeforce disappearing from the world. They would know that he had died and their morale would soar to the skies as they redirected their angry fists at Damian and the Godbeasts.

After all, for what he was about to do...he had to die first.