"We underestimated him. He and that Senior!" Inside the sect, dry screams echoed.
After Alm and Bruno destroyed the walls, they quickly disabled the power of the tattoos. The duo suppressed the defenses for just a fraction of a second during the attack, a movement so fast that no one in the sect could comprehend how it happened. In fact, they had barely even used the power of the tattoos yet.
With a wicked grin, Alm stepped into the sect. At that moment, a strong, imposing female voice resounded, accompanied by a storm of winds:
"Get ready!" With that command, explosions echoed, and new walls emerged from the ground, made of the strongest metal.
*Buzz!*
Shortly after, a bloody glow appeared on the surface of these walls, as if they were undergoing refinement. Gradually, they turned a deep scarlet.
"They… sacrificed countless powerful figures from the sect!" an experienced spectator murmured, shocked.
The walls were made of a special demonic metal, forged with the power and sacrifices of many Ancestral Devils, combined with Primordial Elemental Spirits born from the laws of the earth.
Next, a gray mist enveloped the area, highlighting the absurd amount of chaos crystals used. Even if someone broke the walls, they would instantly regenerate, preventing any invasion.
The sect, once vulnerable, was once again protected by the famous walls and a terrifying formation. No intruder could enter. And those inside would never be able to leave.
"You ignorant traitor, do you think you’re above everything and everyone?! There will be no surrender! Only death!" The leader’s voice echoed furiously.
She now realized her mistake and, to raise the defenses again, was forced to sacrifice nearly all the chaos crystals and several important figures. The damages would be incalculable, and the sect would take a long time to recover.
"Surrender? I’m about to kill all of you with a single strike," Alm replied, his expression impassive.
The leader’s expression soured as she watched him from the top of the central mountain. The distant spectators held their breath at the deadly threat.
"My sect will crush you! Men, advance!" she shouted.
Various cultivators emerged from the ground, clad in armor that shimmered with elemental runes. They were Chromaraics and Alvs, mastering multiple elemental laws, positioning themselves and engaging in runes and laws, forming a sphere of multicolored light.
They charged at the duo like balls of light, some leaping into the sky for even more momentum. These cultivators were powerful, and their impact could destroy anything.
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At the same time, the scarlet walls moved, closing off all directions and escape routes, acting as mobile shields. If the first attack didn’t eliminate them, the shields would crush them.
"Die!"
The sect leader hurled her wind spear, creating a triple ambush with all the sect’s strength. The goal was to severely wound the fearsome Senior, and now that he was inside the sect, they could use the formation to force him to flee or, with luck, kill him.
The spectators were stunned, unaware that the sect’s formation had such offensive power. With the bloody sacrifice, their defenses had transformed into a devastating attack, like a tsunami of steel.
The three waves of attacks were directed at the duo simultaneously, with flawless teamwork, surrounding them from all sides.
The sky darkened as the balls of light covered the heavens. There was no room to run, and blocking seemed impossible.
*BOOOM!*
The area inside the sect was crushed, turning into a fragmented field. Dust and chaos in the laws obscured any clear vision.
"So strong! Perfect teamwork!" a distant cultivator exclaimed, astonished.
But then, a heavy rain began to fall.
"Is it raining?" Someone touched their face, feeling something viscous. It was blood.
The dust cleared, revealing the scarlet walls and the entire sect formation... reduced to lifeless fragments.
The cultivators who had advanced like balls of light were dismembered or disappeared, their blood turning into a mist that spread, falling like rain from the heavens.
The strong smell of death filled the air, and the spectators felt a pressure in their throats, a nauseating and oppressive sensation.
"I can’t believe it…" someone murmured, trembling.
The crowd realized that his statement wasn’t just empty arrogance — he truly had enough power to massacre everything by himself.
The unknown man was now holding a spear, the same one the sect leader had used to attack him. He kept calmly moving through the sect, while the poor leader followed closely behind, her face pale.
Suddenly, the sky distorted, and Alm looked up, showing a wicked grin. Out of nowhere, thousands of figures appeared, all wearing robes with a familiar symbol.
"The Celestial Mirror Sect has come to help the Sovereign Blade Sect!"
Someone shouted, and in an instant, countless more figures filled the skies, forming an army of Elders and High Elders from the two most powerful sects.
"Fall back," Bruno ordered in a serious, booming tone. He had to at least try to save them, or Alm would really wipe them out without mercy.
"I’m just here to deal with the leaders of your sects and the high-ups responsible for all this. You’re nothing but little bugs being manipulated; I’m not irrational enough to want to exterminate everyone. Stay out of this, and I’ll handle it quickly."
"Ridiculous! He’s bluffing, attack!" voices rang out among the army, even without a direct order from the leaders. Bruno just sighed; at least he tried.
"KILL!"
The nine races charged fiercely in unison, merging their inner laws into the most powerful attack possible. It looked like a sea of stars falling from the sky, heading toward the duo and leaving colorful trails behind.
Even from a distance, the spectators felt the blinding light and the overwhelming power radiating from it. Some weaker cultivators couldn’t help but vomit blood and rushed to retreat.
Alm casually retaliated, throwing his spear into the sky. The sea of stars halted, the light faded… when the crowd could finally see, the world shook with the explosion of winds.
*BOOOM!*
Everyone’s eyes were wide. An enormous amount of bodies from the two sects fell to the ground, piling up like mountains and forming rivers of blood. The view inside the sect turned into a true macabre hell.
"It’s time to end this," Alm said slowly, continuing to walk calmly forward.
The leader of that poor sect was right behind him, now with a strange calmness, as if she had surpassed the shock level and no longer felt anything. Her legs were steady; even going into a dragon’s den, she wouldn’t care anymore.
"What are the two leaders going to do now?" murmured a cultivator.
"She’ll have to summon the ancestors… or it’ll turn into a sea of blood," replied an older cultivator.
As the duo reached the inside, near the central mountain, they saw a long staircase and began to ascend slowly, one step at a time.
The leader of the Celestial Mirror Sect stood beside the leader of the Sovereign Blade Sect. Both exuded a cold aura, showing no sign of fear in their expressions. Their fists were clenched, and shattered crystal fragments were visible in their hands.
To the left, seven disciples were tied up, their expressions serene. They had visible but superficial injuries; they hadn’t even had a chance to fight.
Six men stood next to them, each holding a cauldron with flames from the laws of fire. With a simple command from the leader, the disciples would be turned to ashes.
"I still underestimated you," declared the imposing sect leader, looking directly at Alm with a bloodthirsty gaze.
"You’re not the first. How do you want to die?" Alm smiled and replied.
"It’s not too late to surrender now, or I’ll turn you to ashes!" Her eyes narrowed, cold.
She glanced at the six men. With a single gesture, she could wipe out the group of young disciples…
*Pluff!*
Blood sprayed. The moment she made the threat, Alm raised his hand, and a tattoo briefly glowed on his wrist. In the blink of an eye, the six men exploded in a cloud of blood.
"How boring," Alm said, sounding bored. "Where are they? Are they gonna make me wait?"
The leaders huffed, and in the next moment, four figures appeared in the skies above the mountain.
"Those two… are the last intermediate-level Divine Inquisitors? They’re alive!"
"The other two… yeah, I’ve heard of them, they’re even older than they are. But they’re at the same level."
The crowd watched in surprise. Those were some of the most powerful beings existing since the last apocalypse. Now, after the actions of that unknown man, everyone was sure he was also at that level.
Four opponents appeared at once. He wouldn’t be able to face them all…
"Let’s play a game," Alm’s voice interrupted everyone’s thoughts. "If you can injure or incinerate the seven before I rescue them, I’ll stop fighting, and you can do whatever you want with me. This makes this boring massacre a lot more interesting, doesn’t it?"