Though the cold flashes came swift and fierce, Chen Rui was faster. He appeared in midair like lightning, drew a circle with his hand, and ripples of power spread outward, striking later yet arriving first as they swept every cold flash aside.
Chen Rui was currently wearing a Disguise. Though he outwardly possessed only Soldier-level strength, he could wield his power however he pleased.
Lola glanced down. The several flickering shadows on the ground suddenly felt their weight double, their speed dropping sharply. In the blink of an eye, they had lost all ability to move beneath the immense force of gravity.
Those shadowy figures were all Devil Emperor-level, peak "Saint-level" existences even in ordinary nations. Unfortunately, before Lola, they had no power to resist whatsoever. The dense, immense spiritual power here had piqued the Fairy Dragon girl's interest. Intending to leave someone alive, she had not dealt any killing blows.
The people in the distant plaza had clearly been alerted as well. Several more rushed over, but before they could even see their opponents' figures, they were suppressed by the Gravity Spell and rendered immobile—Chen Rui and Lola had already shifted to the air above the plaza.
At the center of the plaza stood a circular structure resembling an altar, likewise the source of countless powers of resentment. A figure who seemed to be the leader, dressed in a voluminous black robe, stood in the middle of the structure, conducting some sort of sacrificial ritual.
There were no other people nearby. Counting them all, there were fewer than ten people in this secret realm.
The black-robed leader abruptly raised his head and saw the two hovering in the air. Chen Rui and Lola likewise saw the mask on the black-robed man's face. It was white, revealing only his eyes