Shock

Olga flew at the very front of the group, looking somewhat distracted.

However, every so often, he would still radiate his divine sense outward to check if any bandits were approaching.

As a Five-Star Fiend, Olga's divine sense could reach a distance of three thousand li in Hell, a range sufficient for the team to react accordingly.

"Everyone, pay attention! Enemies are approaching!"

"Judging by this speed, they are High-Gods!"

Suddenly, Olga's expression darkened, and he immediately issued a warning.

The speed of a Low-God is roughly two thousand meters per second.

The speed of a Mid-God is roughly three thousand meters per second.

A High-God can reach speeds of five thousand meters per second.

One could judge the general strength of an opponent simply by their flight speed.

"There are seven of them!"

Upon hearing Olga's warning, the expressions of the merchants in the caravan changed instantly.

Even the ten Mid-Gods who were Two-Star Fiends looked grim.

Their side only had two High-God Fiends.

Even if they faced them two-on-one, the enemy would still have three High-Gods remaining.

The head of the merchant guild, while possessing the rank of a High-God, would likely not last long in a real fight.

Two High-Gods could slaughter them several times over.

"Should we run?"

Several Two-Star Fiends exchanged glances, feeling tempted.

When encountering powerful foes that cannot be defeated, Fiends are permitted to abandon their mission and flee.

Although this would leave a record of mission failure, it would not be considered a breach of contract.

In an instant, four Two-Star Fiends descended to the ground and vanished into the jungle.

The merchants of the guild felt angry at this sight, but there was nothing they could do.

Fortunately, Olga and Aier did not flee.

However, could they protect them?

When Olga issued his warning, Aier had naturally discovered these enemies as well.

However, because Aier did not feel that these seven High-Gods posed any threat to their group, he did not take them to heart.

On the contrary, he had already set his sights on the Godheads of these seven High-Gods!

A single High-Godhead was worth ten million Inkstones.

If there were any Earth Element High-Gods among these seven, their Godheads might even become the catalyst for Aier to fuse his six Laws and Profound Mysteries.

Thinking of this, Aier's eyes blinked.

Truth be told, the four Rules of the Coiling Dragon Universe were different from the seven Elemental Laws.

The Profound Mysteries of the Rules were a single, unified whole.

If Aier had refined a Rule-category Godhead back then, it was possible that after refining so many Low-God Rule-category Godheads, he might have already become a Paragon of the Rules.

However, Aier ultimately shook his head.

Since he knew the path to transcendence in the Coiling Dragon Universe, he naturally had to follow that path.

Being a Paragon was nothing; compared to an Overgod, it was still far too inferior.

If he could not transcend, what would be the point, even if he cultivated all Eleven-Element Divine Clones to the level of a Paragon?

Only after attempting this path and finding it impassable would Aier consider refining Godheads outside of the Earth, Wind, Water, and Fire elements to explore new paths to transcendence.

"Lord Olga, leave these bandits to me!"

"I leave President Eric and the others in your care."

Olga took a deep look at Aier and nodded, not insisting on taking the lead.

Seven High-Gods appeared to be a very strong group of bandits.

But as long as there were no experts among them exceeding the level of a Five-Star Fiend, Olga was not afraid.

In fact, if these seven High-Gods only possessed the strength of Three-Star or Four-Star Fiends, Olga could kill them all by himself.

Coincidentally, Olga also wanted to see what Aier was capable of.

Although, ever since he had a showdown with Aier, Olga had abandoned the idea of attacking him.

After all, if it were true as Aier said, that his strength far exceeded his own imagination, then not only he, but even West would die!

Olga had previously been blinded by the potential existence of a heaven-and-earth treasure on Aier, but now that his reason had returned, he naturally wouldn't be so reckless.

However, there was still a lingering sense of unwillingness in his heart.

What if?

As everyone knows, the fish that gets hooked but manages to escape only grows larger in the angler's mind; even if it was only the size of a thumb, as time passes and the angler's memory fades, it eventually becomes larger than a whale.

A range of over ten kilometers is nothing more than four seconds for a High-God traveling at five thousand meters per second.

When these seven High-Gods appeared in everyone's sight and attempted to scatter to surround Aier and his group, Aier made his move!

In that instant, Aier's figure seemed to teleport, appearing directly in front of the leading High-God, his right fist thrusting forward—

"BOOM!"

The space in front of Aier was shattered by this punch, creating a spatial void one meter in diameter. The High-God bandit, along with his defensive divine artifact, was instantly blown to pieces by Aier's punch. The blood mist was swallowed by the spatial void, leaving behind only a black Godhead.

Following this, Aier opened his palm and reached into the spatial void, grabbing the Godhead directly.

The spatial turbulence within the spatial rift brushed against Aier's arm, yet it failed to even scratch his skin.

"Hiss—"

Seeing this scene, everyone present was instantly stunned.

"This, how is this possible?"

"The space of Hell... was actually shattered?"

Among everyone present, the bandits were oblivious, but on the side of the caravan, the strongest was merely Olga, who possessed the strength of a Five-Star Fiend.

Yet even for Olga, using his full strength, he could at most cause a slight distortion in space.

At the same time, it was precisely because Olga knew the stability of Hell's space that he understood just how incredible it was to achieve such a feat!

No wonder Aier said his strength had already exceeded the scope of my imagination...

At this moment, a cold sweat broke out on Olga's back.

He felt incredibly fortunate that he had ultimately not made a move against Aier.

Otherwise, his fate would have been no better than that of this High-God bandit.

"Did I use too much force?"

Pulling the Godhead out from the spatial rift, Aier frowned slightly.

He hadn't expected that a casual punch of his would tear such a large spatial void in the space of Hell.

However, thinking about it carefully, it made sense.

His physical strength was comparable to a Godhead, and his Laws and Profound Mysteries had reached the level of five-fold fusion; among the ranks of Asura and Prefect, Aier could also be ranked near the top.

It was only that at this stage, Aier's attainments in the soul were still lacking; otherwise, it wouldn't be unreasonable to suspect that Aier was a Paragon.

Aier's move was not intended to kill all of these people.

Seizing the Godheads was Aier's primary goal.

If the Godheads of those he killed were swallowed by the spatial turbulence, wouldn't Aier have been busy for nothing?

Without delay, Aier's Divine Domain radiated outward, directly shrouding the remaining six High-Gods within it.

"Heavenly Lock!"