Hearing Aldrian's arrogant warning, all the soldiers present felt fury, yet they hesitated to attack him. If he was truly the one who killed Marquess Parus, then he had to be at least a high king-stage cultivator. For a cultivator at the king stage, numbers meant nothing, as anyone below that level was merely an ant.
The garrison commander steadied himself, his ears still ringing as if they had nearly burst, and looked at Aldrian warily. What did he mean by if they could survive this event? Then, suddenly, he felt an intense heat radiating from the sky. When he looked up to see the source, his eyes widened in shock.
The people instinctively looked up as they, too, felt the sudden wave of heat. What they saw made their hearts tremble.
A massive spatial crack had appeared, opening like a gateway to the void. From within the darkness, a giant fireball emerged, radiating immense power. It slowly pushed its way out, as if preparing to descend upon the land.
