“Get lost!” Jorge Craft raised his hand, forming a seal that he hurled forward.
Kian George wasn’t idle either; his eyes darkened as he launched a powerful attack.
“Arrogant fools!” Tyrese Aguirre sneered at their assault.
His wrists twisted continuously, and soon a black orb, the size of a soccer ball, formed between his palms.
Upon closer inspection, the orb seemed to churn like a dragon playing in water.
As the orb solidified, the surrounding space distorted as if being devoured by it.
“Take this!”
With Tyrese Aguirre’s deep voice, the orb surged towards the two attacks.
It appeared slow, much slower than Jorge Craft and Kian George’s assaults.
However, as it moved, the space around it seemed to tear apart.
Boom!
In an instant, the black orb exploded about ten meters from Jorge Craft and Kian George’s attacks, producing a thunderous roar.
Despite its small size, the explosion generated an incredibly terrifying shockwave, causing the entire space to tremble as if it would collapse.
Under this shockwave, Jorge Craft and Kian George’s attacks were instantly obliterated.
At the same time, both men spat blood and were flung backward, flying seven or eight hundred meters before stopping.
Their breaths were uneven, faces grave, brows furrowed.
Clearly, they had underestimated Tyrese Aguirre’s strength!
Though neither had used their trump cards, neither had Tyrese Aguirre!
If all three went all out, they had no confidence in defeating him!
“Not bad!” Tyrese Aguirre spoke again. “Come on, show me your trump cards!”
“I haven’t had a good fight in a long time; today is a perfect opportunity.”
“Mr Craft, he’s yours. Be careful!” Kian George glanced at Tucker Aguirre’s position and disappeared.
He had noticed Tucker Aguirre slaughtering people from Sky City’s sects several kilometers away.
Slaughter was an apt description; with a casual wave of his hand, many were turned into blood mist instantly.
As an Otherworldly Realm expert, even using only fifty to sixty percent of his power, Holy Realm individuals couldn’t withstand him.
This was while he was also using spiritual power to scan for hidden individuals within a hundred kilometers.
Otherwise, if he went all out, the nearly thousand people in Sky City wouldn’t stand a chance against him alone.
“I told you, you’re not qualified to make the second in command take action!”
As Kian George disappeared, Tyrese Aguirre also vanished.
He reappeared five kilometers away in mid-air and struck towards the right.
A loud bang echoed as Kian George emerged from the void, flying back several hundred meters and spitting blood.
“Elder Kian, are you alright?” Jorge Craft rushed over.
“I’m fine!” Kian George took a deep breath to suppress his internal turmoil.
“Let’s attack together!” Jorge Craft said gravely.
“Alright!” Kian George responded.
He knew that without first dealing with Tyrese Aguirre, they couldn’t approach Tucker Aguirre.
The three engaged in battle once more.
Although Tyrese Aguirre’s cultivation was higher than both of theirs, he couldn’t quickly defeat Jorge Craft and Kian George.
At this moment, a loud noise erupted from Opal’s battlefield. Opal and a ninth-rank Holy Realm expert were both sent flying.
They had exchanged blows for over ten rounds, ending in a stalemate.
Despite being three ranks lower, Opal’s teleportation speed matched her opponent’s.
She often avoided direct confrontations, using Phantom Trail to dodge attacks and strike back opportunistically.
After several rounds, her opponent’s arm bore multiple wounds.
Of course, Opal wasn’t unscathed; hit twice by her opponent’s attacks, blood trickled from her mouth, reducing her combat power by twenty percent.
“A mere sixth-rank Holy Realm dares to wound me like this. Even if you die…” The man glared coldly at Opal.
Before he could finish speaking, a sword aura pierced through the void towards him.
“You court death!” The man frowned and countered with a gust of wind.
The two forces collided, sending both flying back again.
Before the man could stabilize himself, a surge of energy approached with howling winds-Opal’s Celestial Black Finger!
“Hmm?” The man’s pupils contracted slightly.
Unable to dodge in time, he instinctively countered with another gust of wind.
A loud explosion followed as the man was sent flying again, spitting blood.
“Get down!”
To his shock, before he could catch his breath, Opal’s attack was upon him again.
This time, she unleashed Sword Roaring Across Heaven and Earth.
Centered on Opal, countless sword lights filled the air within a kilometer radius, exuding a dense killing intent.
Already injured, the man was further wounded by the sword lights, blood spraying everywhere.
Just as he prepared to use his trump card, a hundred-meter-long phantom ancient sword with thunderous momentum flashed towards him.
“Hmm?!” His pupils shrank rapidly; death loomed over every cell in his body.
With no time to think, he tried to dodge but couldn’t escape with his current speed.
The sword flashed by, slicing him in half mid-air. His body fell to the ground in pieces, blood and flesh mangled.
His face bore an expression of deep unwillingness!
A ninth-rank Holy Realm expert slain by a sixth-rank-he was indeed unwilling!
“Bastard! You killed him!”
At that moment, a member of the Holy Heaven Sect Elder Pavilion roared furiously.
“Prepare to die!”
As his voice echoed, Opal felt the surrounding space distort and found it hard to breathe.
She wanted to escape but felt immobilized as if bound by chains.
Clearly, her surroundings were under his control.
“Remember to kowtow and apologize to my nephew when you reach the nether world!”
As the elder spoke again, a spear shot towards Opal from less than a hundred meters away.
The distance was too short; it reached her in an instant.
Opal had no time to react and stood frozen as her pupils shrank to pinpoints.
“Opal, watch out!” Casey and Azure Fang shouted simultaneously from their nearby battle.