Chapter 1804: Scheme
All the Prima Deities stood frozen, their eyes widened in shock at the sudden and brutal violence unleashed by Cain. None was more outraged than the second member of the blazing-winged race, whose expression twisted with fury at seeing his comrade struck down so ruthlessly. Yet, before the blazing-winged man could even twitch a muscle to retaliate, he felt an unbearably sharp, lethal presence pressing coldly against his neck. Instinctively, he knew that a single movement forward would cost him his life.
He wasn’t alone. That chilling, deadly sharpness simultaneously enveloped all the other Prima Deities. They quickly turned their heads, astonishment and apprehension evident in their eyes, to find the Depravita of Pride holding two gleaming swords at the ready.
Meylin’s aura radiated icy dominance, her eyes conveying an unmistakable threat. If anyone dared interfere with Cain, she would strike without hesitation.
Logic dictated that the overwhelming numerical superiority of the Prima Deities should grant them confidence, yet primal instincts warned them otherwise. Deep down, each understood clearly that if they dared to challenge her, some would surely perish, regardless of their numbers.
Their hesitation deepened as thunderous echoes reverberated violently through the distant terrain, each sound marking Cain’s relentless strikes against the blazing-winged Prima Deity. The ground beneath shook violently, cracks spreading rapidly as Cain continued his merciless assault.
It was only after five earth-shattering impacts that Cain finally ceased, calmly ascending into the sky with his defeated opponent’s battered and unconscious body held casually at his side.
Upon observing this scene, the Prima Deities noticed something intriguing—the blazing-winged Prima Deity appeared severely wounded yet, upon closer examination, they realized the injuries were only superficial. Cain had deliberately controlled his immense destructive power, showcasing an astonishing mastery typically achievable only after countless millennia spent fighting through life-and-death battles.
The Prima Deities exchanged meaningful glances among themselves, quietly acknowledging that Cain was more than just a brute force; he possessed refined martial prowess capable of precise control, even amidst overwhelming aggression.
Cain tossed the unconscious blazing-winged cultivator carelessly back to his companions before calmly positioning himself beside Meylin once again. His gaze scanned the remaining Prima Deities, a clear, piercing challenge reflected in his glowing golden eyes.
"Does anyone else have a problem with my methods?" Cain’s voice resounded clearly, imposing and unwavering, leaving no ambiguity about his intent.
An uncomfortable silence lingered heavily in the air. Though no one dared openly protest, it was painfully obvious the situation remained precarious. Cain carefully analyzed their expressions, perceiving not only fear and obedience but also resentment, anger, and deep-rooted distrust. Clearly, their compliance was superficial at best. If confronted by true danger in the future, hesitation born from these unresolved feelings would inevitably jeopardize the entire army.