Wind and seal

“Hyperspeed of plasma step,” William chanted.

He felt his body become incredibly light. Now, even though his opponent wielded one of the eight Dark Artifacts, he no longer felt fear.

The only problem was landing a precise hit.

“The air in this area is heating up,” Sudirja said, watching at William.

Struggling to control his momentum, William lunged toward Jenggolo.

His bare right hand clashed against Daramukti shield.

He felt firsthand how hard a Dark Artifact was when struck without a weapon.

But the blow was worth it—Jenggolo was clearly struggling to endure the pain he had just received.

William suddenly remembered—his spell allowed him to teleport whenever he was struck.

In an instant, he appeared above Jenggolo’s head.

Spreading his legs wide, he prepared to slam his heel down on Jenggolo’s skull-like head.

But his heel met Daramukti shield, which Jenggolo raised just in time.

Of course, the pain was excruciating—but William refused to give in, forcing himself to ignore it.

He teleported to Jenggolo’s right side and swung his left hand.

Once again, his unarmed hand struck Daramukti shield.

He tried his best to ignore the pain, but it didn’t fade—it only fueled his irritation.

“Hey, coward! Stop hiding behind your shield!” William barked.

The insult enraged Jenggolo. He despised being called a coward, and now he wanted to kill William in a single blow.

Unaware of the rising heat in the air, Jenggolo lashed out with a kick toward William.

Their attacks collided—William’s fist against Jenggolo’s leg.

William barely managed to hold his ground, while Jenggolo fought to withstand the heat radiating from William’s strike.

Spotting Jenggolo’s unprotected neck, William decided to take the chance—he drove his elbow into it with all his strength.

“Master, use me!” Daramukti’s shield cried out.

Too late—William’s elbow had already connected.

“Bastard!” Jenggolo roared, trying not to collapse.

“William! Don’t kill him!” Arga shouted.

“Any reason not to send him back to where his core was formed?” William asked.

“His core’s birthplace is right in front of the throne of the Dahaluk Kingdom!” Arga yelled.

Now William understood why Pusmoko and Puspo Geni couldn’t simply kill Jenggolo—it wasn’t about strength, but location. Even though the demon king Darmusdra was dead, killing Jenggolo here would cause him to summon other demons to invade.

William’s only option was to weaken Jenggolo—but that was easier said than done, especially with Daramukti’s shield in his hands.

He struck again—his left foot slamming into Jenggolo’s right side.

Without his final spell, the blow would have been useless—but the heat surrounding his body, even if faint, made the attack effective.

“You insolent—!” Jenggolo shouted, thrusting his right hand at William.

William instinctively grabbed it, trying to throw him—but failed to bring Jenggolo down.

Still, just holding Jenggolo’s arm made him flinch from the intense heat. It wasn’t a throw, but it was worth it.

“eschew from there!” a voice shouted from behind.

William turned to see Arga hurling his massive sword toward him.

The blade barely missed—William dodged just in time.

It struck Daramukti’s shield instead.

Arga charged at Jenggolo, trying to pry the shield from his grip.

Each of his blows clashed against the artifact. Painful as it was, Arga refused to stop—he wouldn’t quit until the shield was out of Jenggolo’s hands.

Seeing Arga struggle, William also wanted to help.

Arga, noticing William’s stance, knew he intended to join in.

But he also knew that if William got too close, the heat radiating from him could burn an ally.

It wasn’t that Arga didn’t want help—he simply didn’t want to get scorched.

“If you’re going to help, fine—but don’t let your heat touch me!” Arga shouted.

William understood—he couldn’t recklessly jump in and risk harming Arga. If that happened, he’d be left to fight Jenggolo alone.

He lunged toward Jenggolo anyway.

Arga braced himself for the heat—but had enough time to back away.

William’s hands struck Daramukti’s shield again.

Enduring the pain, he grabbed Arga’s sword.

It was heavy—lifting it was a struggle.

Jenggolo kicked at him, but William held firm, refusing to let go of the blade.

He tried to steady his breathing, thinking that with enough control, he could lift it.

And he was right—slowly, the massive sword rose in his grasp.

“You’re lifting it wrong!” Arga yelled. “One hand lifts, the other pushes!”

Following Arga’s advice, William used the hand near the blade to lift, and the other to push.

The sword suddenly felt lighter—he no longer struggled to wield it.

He swung it down.

The shield rattled violently on impact.

Jenggolo fought to keep hold of it, straining to suppress the vibrations—but William kept striking, harder and harder, until the tremors grew too much.

At last, the shield slipped from his grasp.

Pusmoko dashed forward, catching it mid-fall.

“Time to return to your creator,” Pusmoko said coldly, glaring at the shield in his hand.

“Let me go!” the shield resisted.

“William, carve the horn on this shield,” Pusmoko ordered.

“Understood,” William replied.

He pressed the sword to the shield’s horn.

No physical damage appeared—but the shield’s power weakened considerably.

“Now, only one thing remains,” William said, turning to Jenggolo.

In one swift motion, William severed Jenggolo’s left arm—and then his right.

“Now for the sealing,” Arga said, raising his right hand high.

A fierce wind swept through, scattering debris—and lifting Jenggolo into the air.

A magic circle formed beneath Arga’s feet.

Its design was elegant: a circle with overlapping triangles and a small star-shaped symbol at its center, glowing in a beautiful sea-blue hue.

“Sang kerso sworo lan asmo rupo, lan karmo dadio rupo seng ra roso,” Arga chanted.

The powerful wind carried Jenggolo higher, wrapping around him to bind and seal him.

As he struggled to escape, a searing pain tore through him—even though his body bore no wounds.

"Aren't you worried that the seal will come off?" asked William, looking at Arga.

"From my Alter's words, it looks like we have to destroy the Dahaluk Kingdom," Sudirja looked at Jenggolo was sealed.

"We, the demons of Jagrapati, are also ready to help," Pusmoko offered.