Chapter 156: Meeting ‘Him’ Again
The moment the devils saw their attack and artifact swallowed by the space crack that appeared and vanished in an instant, they immediately realized it was the work of space laws. They had no time to react before Aldrian disappeared, only to reappear directly in front of their group leader, Xarz Raliath. Instantly, Xarz unleashed his devil energy to its fullest, channeling a fiery technique through his hand.
Flames spewed from his hand, trying to engulf everything in front of him. Yet Aldrian simply grabbed his hand as if it were nothing and crushed it. Before Xarz could scream from the pain, Aldrian delivered a punch to his abdomen, targeting the middle dantian. The peak heaven-grade armor that Xarz wore shattered upon contact with Aldrian’s punch, and his middle dantian was instantly destroyed, rendering him crippled.
"Arrgghhh!" Xarz screamed in agony from the consecutive blows.
Without stopping, Aldrian turned his attention to the other devils. With a mere thought, he altered the gravity beneath them. As they attempted to assume their devil forms, the sudden weight pinned them down, forcing them to crash to the ground and disrupting their transformations.
In that moment, Aldrian became an executioner, mercilessly dispatching his powerless foes. He killed every single devil present, using the overwhelming gravity to crush their bodies. The sound of splattering filled the air, leaving the ground bloodied and littered with scattered body parts, ensuring that none were left alive.
Watching his underlings slaughtered with ease, Xarz Raliath trembled, momentarily forgetting his pain. Now he was certain—this young man was the one who had triggered the heavenly tribulation. He couldn’t comprehend how someone at the mere peak of the Earl stage could invoke such a powerful tribulation, let alone withstand it. How was it possible for a cultivator of that level to endure such immense power?
He had no answer, but he didn’t have time to dwell on the question. In his pitiful state, all the cultivation he had amassed over his life was vanishing rapidly, leaving him a mere mortal without any trace of his former power. He gritted his teeth, glaring at Aldrian with eyes full of hatred, while Aldrian barely spared him a glance before turning his attention to the dwarves who were trembling in terror.
In under 15 seconds, the hundred devils in Xarz’s group had been slaughtered, leaving only Xarz alive. Vandal, the leader of the dwarves, felt his heart quiver as he watched the massacre, overwhelmed with fear, even forgetting that he wore middle divine-grade armor. In this moment, the gaze Aldrian cast upon him and his group was that of the Grim Reaper himself.
Yet, despite the dwarves’ terror, Aldrian’s mind was elsewhere.