The purple pillars of light that had descended upon the dead sector of the universe began to fade, leaving only the cold silence of space, except for the heavy, ragged breathing of a fallen king.
Noah looked at Beelzebub calmly.
Right now, he felt he could crush Beelzebub like a bug.
The overwhelming aura he had felt from the demon just moments ago, the pressure which was pinning him to a place and crushing his bones, had vanished.
It wasn't that the pressure had stopped; it was that Noah had grown so powerful that the demon's aura felt like a flickering candle next to a supernova.
Moreover, he could feel something more.
The Crown of Destruction had given him a major boost in his power, and it acknowledged him as its one and only master.
The artifact didn't just sit on his head; it pulsed in sync with his heartbeat, feeding him the raw laws of the universe.
Noah descended through the void.
His feet stepped on nothingness as if it were a solid marble floor.
