Villain Ch 1487. Rebuilding War
The Devil Emperor threw his head back and laughed. Not the laugh of a madman—but of something ancient. Something victorious. Something that had just evolved mid-battle.
"Oh no…" someone near the crowd whispered in horror. "He just powered up."
"He consumed the orb," another player said shakily. "Did you see his level spike? That wasn't a buff. That was permanent."
Arcana's jaw tightened. "He just got stronger."
The Emperor's laughter died down into a dark chuckle, and he turned his head slightly, letting them feel the difference. His presence no longer merely loomed—it devoured the air around it.
His aura pulsed outward like a detonation, and every player in the plaza felt it—bones rattling, stomachs tightening, a primal instinct screaming run. And then, slowly, he lifted his hand again, dark energy spiraling from his fingers.