Chapter 190: Torture Session
The king-stage devil tried to unleash his technique, circulating his energy to the maximum to break the influence of whatever Aldrian had just done. The energy surrounding them felt heavy and couldn’t be absorbed. At their cultivation stage, they could typically use the surrounding energy as a boost to strengthen their techniques. This ability is inseparable from the fact that high-level cultivators can perceive the energy of heaven and earth more easily and effectively.
However, Aldrian did not give them a chance, as he teleported to one of them and delivered a punch to his middle dantian, where the energy was stored. The force of this punch was enough to shatter the dantian instantly, leaving him crippled. Not stopping at just destroying the dantian, Aldrian also infused his golden energy into the devil, imbuing it with a poisonous property that inflicted agonizing pain.
When the others finally managed to unleash their techniques, Aldrian simply created a space crack to swallow their attacks and looked at them with his piercing gaze. The grand duke-stage devils who met Aldrian’s eyes felt as though they were staring into the eyes of death itself, as if they were falling into an abyss of darkness—an abyss of death from which there was no escape.
They tried to resist it, to fight the fear seeping into their hearts. The king-stage devil realized that Aldrian was using some kind of illusion technique on the others, but, quick-thinking, he dashed to escape the room. However, this was a mistake in itself, for the moment he turned his back on Aldrian, it would mean his end.
Before he could reach the outside of the room, he felt an immense weight and dropped instantly to the ground, as though the weight of an entire mountain pressed upon him. He trembled at the power he sensed, realizing that this man had been toying with them from the very start! If this young man had truly wanted to, he could have killed them long ago—but by choosing to play with them, it was clear they meant nothing in his eyes.
He saw Aldrian’s foot from the corner of his eye as Aldrian stood there. Suddenly, he felt intense pain and coughed up blood as Aldrian’s fist struck his lower back, directly at the middle dantian. He knew instantly that his dantian had been shattered.
"NO!" His cultivation he had painstakingly gathered over a long lifetime, slowly dissipated from his body. An extreme weakness spread through him, unlike anything he had ever felt before. Gritting his teeth, he struggled to look up at Aldrian’s face from the ground, but all he could see was Aldrian’s smile—a smile that seemed more demonic than human.
"Isn’t it ironic that you would call my smile demonic after the acts you’ve committed in this town?" Aldrian said. "Come on now, I want to see the devils struggle. Stand up. Your friends seem unresponsive, so I hope you can give me something interesting, Rex Yarin."
The king-stage devil trembled when Aldrian called his name. He didn’t know how this young man knew his name, but he forced a smile and said to Aldrian,