As Armad gained more years of pol, the rainbow kept adding more colors. From its original red, it now had black and yellow as the pol years reached 30,000 years.

Armad roared defiantly and dug his nails into the miyura. Steam emerged from his body. His pol rose even further.

31,000, 32,000, 33,000...

Another color appeared in the rainbow. It was white.

34,000, 35,000...

Another color appeared. It was green. The rainbow now had five colors.

As his years of pol increased to 40,000, another color appeared in the rainbow. It was black. The grey ice of the Great Cold fell from the rainbow like rainfall.

Armad roared. He needed more years. Why did it stop? He pushed the miyura again, but it didn't budge.

Somewhere far away, on the borders of the first world, countless chains made of black metal appeared out of the Black Stone and fell to the lower worlds. Although the chains didn't reach the battlefield, Armad felt as if he was physically chained.

He had reached the limit allowed by the Lord King. The Lord King was strict when it came to the level of pol the inhabitants of the lower worlds could use. It could not exceed 40,000 years. The Black Stone not only protected the first world but also restricted the lower worlds.

Armad would have to do with 40,000 years. It was beyond anything he could have imagined. It felt like he could destroy the world with just a flip of his finger. His skin glowed faintly and his five senses transformed into another level. He could even hear people's breathing and heartbeat and see them blinking from hundreds of meters away. He was ready.

"Lightning!" He said, clapping his hands in a gesture. His eyes locked on Uznu.

The world darkened at that single word. Twenty thousand lightning bolts, each bolt equivalent to one year of pol, appeared in the sky and covered the clouds. They looked like miniature bolts from afar but each bolt was at least a meter in diameter. These bolts came together and transformed into one.

Then twenty thousand more bolts covered the ground. The earth and sky turned to lightning. The weapons on the ground turned to lightning. Even the men who were too slow to run away were consumed and turned into lightning.

All these bolts of lightning came together to create a single gigantic bolt. It was a bolt made from 40,000 years of pol. Multicolored lightning with the six colors of the rainbow above.

"Sikai!" Armad called again. In response, the multicolored bolt shot into his right arm and merged with it. For a moment, Armad's body disappeared and only his gigantic hand was visible.

"Lightning Arm," he said, and the lightning fist shot toward Uznu.

Everything happened within a few seconds. And, for the first time, Uznu looked scared. He chanted some incantations, placing a hand on his chest. A scroll appeared on the chest. He yanked it and threw it aside, making his years of pol rapidly increase. His body emitted a dark mist.

He was sure of this technique. It saved him once during the battle of the Book-sword. He believed it would do so now.

Armad shot the multicolored lightning fist at Uznu, swallowing him and his weapon. Uznu tried to reduce the impact with his hardened tomahawk, but the weapon dissolved instantly. Uznu's body was blown away. His muscles and bones were dissolved instantly. When the multicolored lightning fist dissipated, only his heart remained.

"He... He... He... Killed him!"

"He killed Uznu Ururu, one of the Ashura!"

The soldiers couldn't believe or understand it.

But then the remaining heart trembling on the ground glowed. It stopped bleeding and visibly grew bigger. Muscles and bones formed around it. The torso was reformed and limbs grew out of it. Uznu's body recomposed itself, and Uznu rose again. The whole recomposition took less than fifteen seconds.

Uznu looked weak. Yarsaira ran forward and held his hands. Pol passed from her hands into him.

"That's enough," Uznu said weakly. "I'll be fine."

The woman nodded slowly. "You should quickly finish him off. I'm getting a bit worried."

Uznu smiled wickedly. "I intend to."

"Is this the best you can do, Wilberforce?" Uznu taunted. Armad remained silent. "Well, let me tell you a secret. Although I am the weakest of the Ashura, the limit of forty thousand years in the lower worlds is still far beneath me."

Armad frowned. He had to get rid of this man. He didn't have the strength to borrow another forty thousand years any time soon. And even if he could, Uznu would most likely survive it as before.

"I have already decided on killing you today, why won't you just die?" Armad said.