From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 489

"Blood Fusion Technique—Bloodsea Prison!"

The Blood Demon formed a hand seal. Scarlet droplets sprayed from his palms, transforming into a mist that filled the air.

Leander narrowed his eyes. The tiny crimson specks reacted like they had been ignited by a catalyst. In an instant, they swelled into a torrential downpour, encasing him at the center. Thicker and more sinister than the blood coffin the Blood Demon had just formed, the air reeked of iron and decay.

The liquid surged from all directions, merging into a massive sphere of blood that sealed him like a cage. Christopher and Jimmy could only watch as his silhouette seemed to dissolve inside the crimson mass.

Boom!

A massive fist imprint bulged on the blood sphere—Leander striking from within, attempting to shatter it. The mark lasted only a moment before melting back into the writhing blood.

"Jeff, this Blood Fusion Technique was created by the Blood Demon Patriarch himself. It was made to trap martial artists like you. No matter your strength, you cannot escape this Bloodsea Prison. Enjoy the corrosion of flesh and the boiling of blood!"

The Blood Demon laughed, unhinged and wild, his voice roaring across the skies.

When he first obtained the manual, he had drowned himself in revenge, then spiraled into a frenzy of killing.

To master this technique, he once wiped out an entire Rusmya village overnight, a massacre that triggered an international manhunt.

He escaped unscathed, draining the villagers' blood to cultivate his Bloodsea Prison. For decades, he nourished it with his own innate vitality. Each droplet carried corrosion and decay. Anyone trapped inside would weaken and break down.

This was a level beyond the Dragonbound Array Leander had faced in the Aorinth Peaks.

More fist imprints struck the sphere, then fell silent. Eventually, the blood sphere congealed, floating eerily in midair.

"General Ashcroft!"

Christopher and Jimmy shouted, hearts pounding.

Leander had risen rapidly in recent years. Yet the Blood Demon had been a world-renowned killer for decades, ranked second on the Assassin Leaderboard and having hunted true King Phase experts.

In their eyes, Leander still had a way to go.

The Bloodsea Prison was terrifying. A bird brushing a single droplet had turned instantly to bone. Now Leander was trapped inside, with death closing in on all sides.

The Blood Demon formed another seal, turning to the two, eyes blazing.

"Watch closely. Your so-called strongest of Astria will melt in my Blood Fusion Technique! The Iron Sovereign's legend ends with me!"

Before Christopher and Jimmy could react, the blood sphere exploded, spraying a storm of crimson everywhere.

A wave of fire erupted from within, sweeping across the sky, consuming every droplet and turning it to steam.

The world shifted instantly as heat surged violently.

"What?"

Terror gripped the Blood Demon. Leander hovered midair, wreathed in flames. Fire coiled around his palms and surged up his arms. A fire dragon curled beneath his feet. He looked like a god of flame descending.

"This Bloodsea Prison is vicious, devouring essence, flesh, even primordial energy. Too bad it can't withstand fire."

A crooked, dangerous smile tugged at Leander's lips.

The Blood Demon had swept in with a world-devouring Bloodsea Prison, his aura fierce and overwhelming. Yet he died beneath Leander's hand so cleanly that not even ashes remained.

A super-assassin who had terrified nations—now gone.

"So this is the power of the number one on the International Combat Units list in all history?"

Celia, hundreds of feet away, swallowed hard.

Leander topping the list had always felt like an abstract idea—something distant, almost symbolic. Seeing him unleash his power in person erased that distance in an instant. The reality of it hit like a tidal wave, overwhelming and undeniable.

The Blood Demon's brutality was infamous. Yet before Leander, he was like a child. Not a scratch, not a dent. The gap in power was staggering.

She couldn't help but realize that if even a half–King monster like the Blood Demon had been crushed effortlessly, Leander's power must have reached an unimaginable level.

"Maybe only a true King Phase could match him."

Celia shook her head with a bitter smile. She felt smarter and safer that Barrett acted first. Had she rushed in, she would already be dead.

Christopher and Jimmy finally regained their composure. They exchanged a look, drawing a sharp breath.

They understood what the Blood Demon's death meant—the martial and assassin world would be reshaped forever.

Leander ignored all of it. Hovering in the sky, he stared at the dying flames ahead. A flicker of light crossed his eyes.

"Spirit Avatar?"