King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 1110 - 1110 1097 We Must Find a Way to Drain His

Chapter 1110: Chapter 1097: We Must Find a Way to Drain His Power Chapter 1110: Chapter 1097: We Must Find a Way to Drain His Power “This is my power, everything within your body belongs to me, and once I awaken, everything will return to me. You should have ceased to exist by now.”

Seeing Muria’s avatar transformed into the Balrog Flame Demon, the will of the epic muttered to itself.

“Why do you still exist now?”

“Guess!” Muria, equally surprised by his current state, responded with a joking tone.

He had just been ready to reveal his trump card, but he hadn’t expected his consciousness to suddenly grow stronger, as if this was the posture he should have had in the sea of consciousness.

“Boring, mere ants, can be erased.” The indifferent voice, devoid of any emotion, rang out.

After speaking, a blue-white light engulfed Muria’s consciousness, and a chill began to spread that felt as if it could freeze the very soul itself—this was the power of ice and frost.

“This is indeed rare.” Despite the coldness that engulfed his whole body and the flames on his surface being extinguished, Muria remained calm as his body was covered in a layer of ice, “I am actually experiencing the sensation of cold once again!”

“Ant, what gives you such fearless courage? Why can I not sense any fear in you?”

Even though Muria seemed to the epic will like an existence that could be crushed at any moment, it still felt a tinge of curiosity. Muria’s behavior seemed overly strange to it.

The epic will made no effort to conceal its intention to annihilate him, yet the insignificant ant before it clearly understood its motive and yet felt no fear whatsoever.

“Because you don’t possess the capital to instill fear in me, oh Seven Disasters Demon.” Muria laughed, “As I said, you have awakened too early. If you had waited until I collected more of your power before your consciousness revived, I might have been apprehensive. But now, to me, you are nothing more than a petty nuisance that I can erase with a flick of the hand.”

“Who gave you such confidence? How dare you speak to me in such a manner?”

“Your consciousness is not awakening for the first time, right? Tell me, how many times have you awakened before and why did you re-enter annihilation?” Instead of answering the Seven Disasters Demon’s question, Muria posed his own, “Were you pushed back by the natives of this world?”

“…” The space seemed to freeze, and all the light surging around Muria came to an immediate halt, bringing a tremendous pressure upon him. His flame demon body, frozen in ice, began to crackle and fracture, articulating the fury of the ruler of the sea of consciousness in that moment.

Undoubtedly, Muria’s remark had hit a sore spot for the Seven Disasters Demon. As a being that once roamed the Void, to be suppressed by the natives after the world’s resurgence was a humiliation that could not be spoken of.

“Ant, since you wish so eagerly for death, I shall grant it to you. To die by my hand will be the greatest glory of your life.”

A storm raged, and the roar of thunder resounded, as the epic will just resurrected within Muria’s body was thoroughly enraged.

“No, no, no, you’re mistaken. If I truly die at your hand, that will be the greatest stain of my life,” Muria answered earnestly.

For him to be unable to handle even an epic that had just begun its resurgence would mean he might as well resign from the Titan Tribe rather than suffer the embarrassment.

But Muria’s blunt truth, to the ears of the Seven Disasters Demon, was nothing but a provocation.

Bang!

The Yanmo Form, now extinguished of flames due to the adhering frost, burst apart under the escalating pressure, shattering without a trace of resistance.

And this was to be expected, as the demon himself said, all the power held by Muria’s reincarnated body was his.

The reason why Muria still retained power within his sea of consciousness was that he had mixed something of his own into the Yanmo Form, a power that did not belong to the Seven Disasters Demon, insufficient to help Muria fight against the just awakened epic consciousness.

So, when the reincarnated body couldn’t resist any longer, it was time for the real Muria to step in. As the Yanmo Form shattered, a pair of golden eyes opened within the heart of Muria’s reincarnated body.

Then, a monumental consciousness burst into the sea of consciousness of the reincarnated body with a wild and domineering attitude.

To the epic consciousness that had just extinguished Muria’s reincarnated consciousness, everything in the sea of consciousness transformed the moment it obliterated that pesky ant.

Golden Thunder struck down from the sky, and a frenzied hurricane swept in from all directions—and within the hurricane, a towering colossus, of which only a part of the torso could be seen, began to slowly appear.

“Ah, I see!” Seeing the arrival of Muria’s original consciousness, the will of the Seven Disasters Demon immediately understood everything, and also grasped Muria’s intent, “So, you are a junior coveting my power.”

“The Path to Epic is far too arduous; I want to take a shortcut and save some time, please forgive my impertinence,” Muria, whose reincarnated consciousness had been erased, replied very politely without immediately resorting to action.

“I understand, if it were me, I probably would make the same choice. Unfortunately, I’m not you.” And similarly, even though he knew that Muria wanted to seize his power, the Seven Sins Demon God did not become angry. Because anger is futile, his power does not grow stronger with greater fury as a result of some innate talent.

“There is simply no leeway between us. I want to take your power to shorten my Path to Epic, and you likewise want to resurrect and return to the Void.”

“Let’s get started! But remember, I will come back again.” The Seven Sins Demon God, after exchanging a few words with the true consciousness of Muria, said decisively.

Because he was just a recently awakened and incomplete consciousness, and Muria was an epic in his prime, the two were not even on the same level.

For instance, the seemingly magnificent sea of light evolved by his newly awakened consciousness was held in the palm of the true consciousness of Muria as the Titan, who could erase him simply by closing his hand.

“I suggest that you don’t act recklessly next time. Wait until you’ve gathered enough strength to come out again!”

Muria looked at the light swirling within his palm, clenched his fist, and thus, the light in his hand gradually extinguished, everything returning to silence.

Outside, the golden eyes within the heart of Muria’s Reincarnated Body slowly closed, and the eyes of his Reincarnated Body slowly opened, casting out a crimson gold radiance that shone three meters around him.

“Is it resolved?” Michaela asked after seeing Muria open his eyes, having been standing guard at his side.

“It’s resolved,” Muria breathed out slowly, the entire process having gone more smoothly than he had anticipated.

“How do you feel?”

“Simpler than I thought. The Epic Consciousness that awakened in my body wasn’t as strong as I had imagined.”

“Be careful, this might have been his way to deceive you and lower your guard. He might have become aware of your true self as well,” Michaela warned, raising an alarming hypothesis.

“What you’re saying is not impossible.” Muria nodded, not finding Michaela’s words to be sensationalist. One could not afford to be careless when dealing with epics that exist for tens of thousands of years.

The modified Sky Demon Secret Art could deceive the World Will, allowing epics to act within the world under another identity, but it did not mean that one could deceive another epic.

After all, at a certain level of power, epics are not much inferior to the scale of the world itself.

“This time you’ve erased the Epic Will in your body, but as long as you continue to collect the power that epic left in this world, his consciousness will appear in your body again, and it will be more difficult to deal with than this time.”

“This is something I must go through to usurp the power of an epic. However, it’s not entirely without a solution,” Muria said, stroking his chin.

“What’s the solution?”

“Just now when I was erasing the Seven Sins Demon God’s consciousness, I discovered a very interesting phenomenon,” Muria described everything to Michaela, asking for her analysis.

“When the consciousness of the god of the Seven Sins revived, my Reincarnated Body’s consciousness should have been powerless, yet I displayed the Yanmo Form.”

“So, you also want to change the power of the other forms of the Demon God?” Michaela spoke Muria’s thoughts.

“Exactly,” Muria’s face showed excitement, “I merged the power of the Balrog Flame Demon, which is not under his control, into my Yanmo Form, and then in the sea of consciousness, I can utilize that power.”

“But the Seven Sins Demon God can also use it, right?”

“Right, but originally, only he could use this power after his appearance. Now, I can too.”

“Alright, I get it. But have you thought about the cost of doing this?”

“The cost is source power, I know,” Muria said, rubbing his chest somewhat painfullly. Changing the power of an epic is no easy task. For him right now, source power is his only and best option.

“In that case, the amount you’ll need to consume is probably not small. All the gains from the last century might have to be poured into this, and it might not even be enough,” Michaela said, arms crossed, informing Muria of the cost required.

“I know, but if I succeed, I will gain the power of an epic, at least ten times the profit. Such an investment is totally worth it.”

“Have you considered the possibility of failure, the consequences of failure? Have you thought about that? You’re playing with fire.”

“I’ve thought about it all, but do you think it’s possible for me to stop? I can’t,” Muria said with resolve.