Beyond the Apocalypse-Chapter 1065: Time Lord Gift

The White Death plummeted.

The impact shook the First Layer of Hell to its foundations.

When the White Death struck the ground, the force of the collision forged a colossal crater—so vast it resembled a fallen moon embedded in the infernal landscape. Shockwaves rippled outward endlessly, mountains collapsing and the sky itself trembling under the aftermath.

A wide smile spread across Beelzebub’s skull-like face as he gazed down at the colossal crater below. From its depths, he could feel the vitality of his opponent weakening, flickering like a dying star buried beneath stone and ruin.

The Devil Paragon allowed himself a brief moment of satisfaction—yet his eyes remained sharp, cautious, and calculating.

His gaze drifted to his own chest.

The pale, bone-like plates that armored his torso were scorched and fractured, white-hot burn marks eating into the dark sinew beneath. The wounds were shallow, but they pulsed with a foreign pain that gnawed at his vitality.

"It was nothing more than a simple kick," Beelzebub thought coldly, his killing intent sharpening. "Enhanced only by his flames... and yet it shattered my energy shield and corroded my vitality in less than a fraction of a second."

That realization sent a chill through even his ancient soul.

Danger did not weaken the Devil Paragon—it refined him. The oppressive killing intent radiating from his body intensified, distorting the air around him as his thoughts crystallized into a single conclusion.

"I must end him now," Beelzebub decided. "Before he uncovers the principles behind my power."

The thought passed through his mind in less than a heartbeat.

In the next instant, he launched himself downward, plunging into the crater with murderous intent, his form tearing through the air like a falling star. The earth screamed beneath his descent, unable to withstand the pressure of a Paragon in motion.

Yet just before he reached the crater’s depths, Beelzebub’s instincts screamed a warning.

Too late.

A massive surge of Entropy Flames erupted upward from the crater, a raging inferno of white destruction that devoured everything in its path. The flames roared with apocalyptic fury, consuming Beelzebub’s descending form entirely.

Reality itself seemed to recoil.

A heartbeat later, Beelzebub reappeared in the distance, space folding unnaturally as though he had been violently expelled from the inferno. His escape was flawless—but not without cost.

His left arm was scorched nearly to the bone, pale plates cracked and bleeding infernal ichor. One of his massive wings hung partially shredded, the membrane burned away in ragged strips. Smoke curled from his wounds as his expression darkened.

"He still has this much energy...?" Beelzebub thought, genuine disbelief flashing through his mind.

That was when his instincts flared again.

Without hesitation, he twisted his torso and hurled a ferocious punch behind him, the blow carrying overwhelming power capable of pulverizing mountains.

A hand engulfed in raging white flames caught Beelzebub’s wrist mid-strike, stopping the attack dead. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the air, but the grip did not yield.

Beelzebub’s eyes snapped wide.

The White Death stood behind him, his body battered and bloodied, yet his eyes burned with absolute killing intent. White flames wrapped around his arm like living chains as his grip tightened.

Before Beelzebub could react, the White Death drove his right fist forward with everything he had.

The blow slammed into Beelzebub’s chest with catastrophic force.

The Devil Paragon’s body lifted from the ground, space buckling beneath the impact, but the White Death refused to let go. His grip tightened further, anchoring Beelzebub in place as he unleashed another punch—and another.

Each strike felt as though an entire world was crashing into Beelzebub’s body.

Bones cracked. Plates fractured. Infernal flesh ruptured under the relentless assault.

Yet Beelzebub was no ordinary enemy. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Grinding his teeth, the Devil Paragon endured the punishment, forcing his body to stabilize despite the devastation. His muscles bulged, power surging outward as he retaliated with his own barrage of punches.

The two Paragons, locked together by the White Death’s grip, exchanged blows at point-blank range.

Shockwaves rippled endlessly, leveling mountains and ripping open the sky as their fists collided again and again.

The White Death’s eyes burned with unyielding resolve as he continued his assault, refusing to loosen his hold.

But every punch Beelzebub landed took its toll.

The White Death’s movements grew slower. His reactions dulled. Commands from his mind to his body lagged, as if something was interfering with his very existence.

Then Beelzebub found his opening.

With a roar, the Devil Paragon unleashed a devastating double kick straight into the White Death’s chest. The impact was catastrophic.

The White Death’s grip finally broke as his body was launched away at blinding speed, tearing through the air like a shattered meteor.

Beelzebub wrenched his arm free, rage burning in his soul as he prepared to pursue—

Only for the white flames coating his body to erupt violently.

The Entropy Flames surged out of control, consuming his form from within. Beelzebub snarled in fury, forced to halt his pursuit and devote all his energy to suppressing the destructive power eating away at him.

Meanwhile, the White Death crashed into a distant mountain range, obliterating its peaks upon impact. His body lay still amid the ruins—not because of physical injury, but because infernal energy had invaded his system, disrupting his control.

Fortunately, Entropy annihilated all things without exception.

Including the energy of another Paragon.

Within seconds, the invasive power was erased entirely.

Clenching his teeth and forcing himself through the pain, the White Death rose once more into the sky just as Beelzebub finally expelled the remaining Entropy Flames from his body.

Their eyes met.

A sharp, icy light ignited within the White Death’s gaze as he burst forward at full speed, his body transforming into a blazing comet of white destruction.

Beelzebub did not retreat.

He surged forward to meet him.

Just before their collision, the White Death sensed it—the Devil Paragon appearing beside him, despite his eyes still seeing Beelzebub directly ahead.

Prepared this time, the White Death twisted aside, narrowly dodging the strike, and countered with a ferocious punch that slammed into Beelzebub’s chest, driving him into the ground and carving out yet another massive crater.

But in the same instant, another Beelzebub appeared behind him.

A brutal kick slammed into the White Death’s back, making his bones scream in agony as he was sent spinning through the air.

Yet he did not lose focus.

His eyes sharpened as another Devil Paragon materialized before him, delivering a kick aimed at his head. Drawing upon every ounce of his martial mastery, the White Death dodged and lunged forward, his left hand flashing out to seize Beelzebub’s wrist once more.

His grip tightened like a vice.

And suddenly—no more Beelzebubs appeared.

A wide, bloodstained smile spread across the White Death’s face.

"Now I see it," he said coldly. "You’re not creating copies. You’re sending your body one second into the future."

Beelzebub’s eyes widened.

"That’s why you can exist in two places at once. The one left behind is merely a temporal echo."

Shock rippled through the Devil Paragon’s soul.

The principles behind his power were his greatest secret—one he had murdered entire civilizations to protect. Never had he imagined a human could unravel it so quickly.

Before he could recover, the White Death drove another punch forward.

"It’s an incredible ability," he continued grimly. "But you should only be able to use it alone."

His grip tightened further, white flames roaring.

"So as long as I’m holding you," the White Death roared, "you’re not going anywhere."

The White Death continued his relentless assault, his fists crashing down without mercy as the Entropy Flames surrounding his body burned brighter and more violently with each strike.

Maintaining such a tight grip on an enemy of this caliber was no simple task. Each counterattack from the Devil Paragon carried devastating force.

The damage was accumulating rapidly.

The White Death understood this all too well. If the battle dragged on, his body would fail him. He had only one choice—end the fight quickly.

Every punch he delivered made Beelzebub feel as though his body was on the verge of melting apart. Infernal plates cracked, vitality eroded, and the corrosive nature of Entropy gnawed relentlessly at his existence. Yet Beelzebub did not allow pain or agony to cloud his mind. He could feel it clearly now—the scythe of death resting against his neck.

If he did not act immediately, he would die.

Snarling, the Devil Paragon retaliated with even more ferocity, unleashing his full strength as he returned the blows. At the same time, he activated his Time Lord Gift, flooding the White Death’s mind with chaotic temporal energy.

The invisible force invaded his thoughts, stretching and distorting the flow of time within his consciousness, slowing his reactions and dulling the connection between mind and body.

The exchange became truly ferocious. Cracks spiderwebbed across reality itself as their power clashed again and again.

Sensing his thoughts beginning to freeze under the influence of temporal interference, the White Death acted decisively. He twisted his body sharply, rotating with all his might while maintaining his grip on Beelzebub. Centrifugal force built rapidly, white flames spiraling outward as he swung the Devil Paragon in a brutal arc.

Then he released him.

Beelzebub was hurled into the ground like a divine projectile, smashing into the earth and carving a massive canyon upon impact.

The White Death did not hesitate.

He surged forward instantly, white flames flaring as he pursued. The ability to move one’s body into the future was terrifying, but it was not without limitations. If Beelzebub was buried in the ground now, then one second into the future, he would still be trapped within that crater.