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Dobroslav, undeterred and defiant, retorted mockingly, "A nameless demon trying to make me betray my human race?"

"Hahaha," laughed the demon, relishing the anticipation in the air. "You want to know my name? Let it be!" Dobroslav's face remained unchanged as he awaited the revelation.

The demon hesitated for a moment but ultimately divulged, "This lord is called Nobis."

A wicked expression painted across Dobroslav's face as he laughed, "I will let you taste the might of my ancestors!" He weaved intricate hand signs, chanting with a glint in his eyes, "Shadow Devouring Martial Law."

Fear gripped Nobis's face, his voice stuttering as he called out, "Y-you!"

Dobroslav fixed a stern and serious gaze on the panicked Nobis, and with deliberate precision, chanted syllable by syllable, "Essence Devouring!"

Dobroslav's martial spirit materialised, growing to the size of a 4-meter demon that bore a striking resemblance to Dobroslav himself, complete with short horns on its forehead and a tail. Mimicking its master's movements flawlessly, the martial spirit stood erect, combining its palms in a commanding sign.

With a powerful shout, Dobroslav seized Nobis's shadow and pulled it toward himself. "Arghh!!!" Nobis fell to the ground, shrieking in agonising pain. "You bastard! Give it back!" he roared furiously. However, it was too late; a green orb floated into Dobroslav's hand.

"Old fool! Even in front of my martial spirit, you did not realise who my ancestors were and even told me your true name," Dobroslav sneered, his eyes filled with a mix of hatred and arrogance.

"You are..." Nobis stuttered.

"Yes, as you have probably finally realised, my ancestors were Fel Lord Karolius and Shadow Dragon Erilia," Dobroslav's gaze turned cold, freezing the very soul of the ancient demon.

Dobroslav proceeded to devour the demonic essence of Nobis as if savouring a juicy plum, his face expressing pure bliss as he gulped down the entire essence. Nobis witnessed the unfolding nightmare, his very essence, akin to the martial spirit of humans, being consumed before his eyes. To make matters worse, it wasn't just any human but a descendant of those who had betrayed him in the past.

A green flame ignited in Dobroslav's eyes. "It's starting!" he shouted with unbridled happiness. The aftermath of the demonic essence consumption triggered a profound transformation, marking the beginning of a new chapter in Dobroslav's power.

As the transformative energy surged within him, Dobroslav's half-demon heritage ignited in a spectacular display of power. The green flame in his eyes blazed intensely, reflecting the culmination of his ancestral fusion. Shadows danced around him, swirling like a tempest, as the transformation reached its pinnacle.

In a moment reminiscent of legendary warriors, Dobroslav's Shadow Demon martial spirit expanded, growing in stature and radiating an overwhelming aura. The green serpent-like light intensified, encircling his transformed figure. His facial features, now fully visible, mirrored Dobroslav's determined and resolute expression. The ornamental green spaulders on his shoulders gleamed ominously, and the shield, once held by Nobis, now became an extension of his power.

With a primal roar that echoed through the chamber, Dobroslav's transformation culminated in a surge of energy. The green flame in his eyes reached its zenith, symbolising the harmonious union of his demonic and human lineage. The very air crackled with the newfound power, marking Dobroslav's evolution into a formidable force, a living testament to the strength derived from his unique heritage.

With his newfound power, Dobroslav's rank surged by 2 levels at once, reaching an impressive rank 30. "Are you ready for the final death?" Dobroslav taunted, tilting his head to the side with an evil smirk.

Boiling with fury, Nobis began to charge his power. Despite losing his essence, his qi remained formidable. His power surged upward, climbing from rank 35 to 36, then from 36 to 37, and finally peaking at 39. A furious curse escaped Nobis as he realised the harsh truth―he was now forever stuck at rank 39. "Fuck!" he exclaimed in frustration. Without his essence, transcending to the Martial Spirit Fusion realm was impossible. In his despair, he roared, "I will turn you into a bloody pulp! You will regret being born!" The ancient demon lord's fury echoed through the chamber, a desperate declaration in the face of an unassailable power.