Chapter 626: A Demonic Being
Everyone outside the citadel froze when they saw a blur burst through its upper wall like a meteor tearing through stone. A sonic boom cracked through the sky as the figure shot across the air, trailing a streak of broken clouds behind it.
Gasps echoed across the floating platforms surrounding the citadel, and all eyes instinctively turned upward. It wasn’t until the figure abruptly halted midair—his robes flapping violently against the wind, his silver-white hair streaming behind him—that they realized who it was.
"Max!" someone shouted, voice laced with disbelief.
Shock rippled through the experts from the Lower Domain. The strongest among them—leaders, veterans, kings—all stared up with pale expressions. The same Max who had crushed Drevon in a single blow, the one who had ascended from Seeker Rank to Expert Rank in a day, was just blasted out of the citadel like a broken arrow.
They couldn’t fathom it. If he was thrown out, what in the world had done it?
"What?!" Elias muttered, mouth dry. His eyes twitched as he stared at Max, whose chest now bore the faint trace of a bruise. It was hard to believe, but he had seen Max’s strength up close. He knew that not even ten of himself would be enough to make him flinch, let alone send him flying like that.
Aria’s brows drew together, a rare seriousness overtaking her usually calm face. She’d seen many things in the Middle Domain, fought many horrors, but this... this was something different. Something darker. "That isn’t normal," she whispered sensing a very dark aura coming from the citadel.
Before anyone could ask more, it came.
A suffocating weight fell from the skies like an invisible tidal wave. Especially on the leaders of the Lower Domain. It pressed down on their chests, their bones, even their thoughts. The weaker ones directly collapsed to one knee, some coughing out blood, while even the strongest among them clenched their fists to remain steady in the air.