Chapter 388: Burnt
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.
The blazing sphere was visible from every corner of the city, drawing the attention of many people, who turned in shock and fear toward it.
"To those who manage to escape alive, consider it your fate. Spread the word of what I’ve told you all. Good luck."
Aldrian’s voice echoed through the air before he and his group suddenly vanished.
Sweat rolled down the garrison commander’s forehead as his heart sank into despair. He never took his eyes off the massive fireball, sensing its overwhelming power. This thing could obliterate most of them! Gritting his teeth, he scanned his surroundings.
"Everyone, escape! Run as far as possible!" he shouted before dashing away.
Thousands of soldiers followed, sprinting for their lives. However, after covering about a kilometer, they suddenly crashed into an invisible wall—just like the one that had surrounded the mansion.
"Why is this here too?! We didn’t even sense when it was created!" one of the soldiers shouted in panic.