Chapter 479: The End of Gareth!!! [Part 2]
The End of Gareth!!! [Part 2]
Gareth’s body jerked.
His eyes widened for an instant.
Then the strange black aura hidden within him suddenly erupted.
It poured from his body like thick smoke escaping from a dying flame.
The darkness twisted violently around the blade.
It writhed.
It struggled.
It desperately clung to the last traces of life remaining inside Gareth.
But in front of the Supreme Demonic Sword, that terrifying darkness suddenly looked so fragile.
The sword intent surged through Gareth’s flesh.
It tore through his body without resistance.
Then it entered his meridians.
And finally—
His soul.
The Dark Body that had once made countless cultivators tremble could not withstand the ancient ferocity contained within the broken blade.
Leon pushed the sword deeper.
His expression remained cold.
The killing intent inside the sword erupted.
Gareth’s soul trembled.
For one final moment, that strange darkness attempted to resist.
Then—
Crack!
His soul shattered.
Completely.
There was no chance of recovery.
No hidden fragment remained untouched.
The man who had spent his entire life protecting this inheritance had finally fallen upon the very land he had fought so desperately to preserve.
His body slowly went limp.
The final light in his eyes faded.
Gone.
But Leon did not immediately withdraw the sword.
He had learned his lesson.
More than once.
That strange aura was simply too peculiar.
It had survived things that should have resulted in certain death.
It could hide.
It could corrupt.
It could burrow into places ordinary spiritual senses could never reach.
Worse still, it seemed capable of interfering with the boundary between life and death.
Leon had already witnessed enough to understand the danger.
He wasn’t going to make the same mistake again.
If even the smallest fragment survived inside Gareth’s corpse, there was a chance that Gareth could return in some form.
Perhaps not as the same man.
Perhaps as something far worse.
Leon wasn’t willing to take that risk.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
The Supreme Demonic Sword trembled in his hand.
A terrifying killing intent spread across the battlefield.
It was invisible.
No one could see it.
Yet everyone felt it.
The atmosphere suddenly became oppressive.
The air itself seemed heavier.
Even breathing became difficult.
The strange aura inside Gareth’s corpse began struggling violently.
It twisted around the sword.
It shrieked without making a sound.
It tried to escape.
Again.
And again.
But the Supreme Demonic Sword gave it nowhere to go.
Its ancient killing intent swept through every corner of Gareth’s body.
Nothing was overlooked.
Nothing was spared.
The darkness began to break apart.
Piece by piece.
The black aura that had once seemed so terrifying slowly weakened.
The blood-red mist surrounding Gareth’s corpse became thinner.
And thinner.
Until, at last, even that final trace of darkness began to fade.
The terrifying pressure that had covered the entire battlefield slowly weakened.
Then—
Something cold touched Leon’s cheek.
He paused.
Snow.
It was snowing.
A single white flake drifted down from the gray sky and landed against his skin.
Leon slowly raised his head.
The battlefield had become strangely quiet.
There were no more explosions.
No more furious roars.
No more clashes of weapons.
Only the cold wind remained.
Ash and snow drifted through the air together, falling over the ruined land.
The battlefield that had been stained with blood only moments ago now looked almost peaceful beneath the white flakes.
Almost.
Leon raised his left hand.
Another snowflake descended and landed softly in his palm.
For a brief moment, it remained there.
Then the warmth of his skin touched it.
The tiny crystal melted.
A single drop of water slid across his palm.
Leon lowered his gaze.
His expression did not change.
There was no excitement in his eyes.
No pride.
No arrogance.
Not even satisfaction.
He simply looked at the battlefield with the quiet expression of someone who had finally finished what he had come here to do.
His right hand moved.
The Supreme Demonic Sword descended.
Whoosh!
A crimson arc flashed across the battlefield.
Gareth’s remaining body suddenly trembled.
Then—
Boom!
His body exploded into a cloud of bloody mist.
Flesh vanished.
Bones disappeared.
Even the smallest trace of his corpse was erased.
The strange aura that had remained hidden within Gareth’s body was also torn apart by the terrifying power of the Supreme Demonic Sword.
There was nowhere left for it to hide.
Nowhere left for it to escape.
Gareth’s soul had already been shattered.
Whatever strange and terrifying power had once supported him, it could no longer save him.
This time, there was truly nothing left.
Not even a corpse.
The battlefield fell silent once more.
Leon stood alone beneath the falling snow.
His midnight-black robe fluttered gently in the cold wind.
His long black hair moved behind him, occasionally brushing against his shoulders.
His purple eyes remained calm.
He looked at the place where Gareth had disappeared.
For several seconds, he said nothing.
Then Leon lowered the Supreme Demonic Sword.
There was nothing more to do.
He turned around.
His footsteps were quiet as he walked away.
He left Gareth behind.
He left the ruined battlefield behind.
And he left the disciples of Sky Breaker Academy standing there in stunned silence.
None of them dared to speak.
Fear was written plainly across their faces.
Some stood frozen in place, staring at the empty space where their patriarch had once stood.
Others lowered their heads.
A few clenched their fists so tightly that their fingernails dug into their palms.
One disciple’s shoulders began to tremble.
Another desperately swallowed the lump in his throat.
They wanted to cry.
They wanted to scream.
They wanted to deny what they had just witnessed.
But reality stood before them.
Gareth was dead.
Their patriarch was dead.
The man they had followed for years had disappeared beneath Leon’s blade.
"Patriarch..."
The weak voice barely carried across the battlefield.
It trembled with grief.
No one answered.
Another disciple opened his mouth.
He wanted to say something.
Anything.
But his throat refused to cooperate.