A mysterious, invisible wind of rhythm swept past, curling upward into the air and directly catching the man attempting to flee.
The golden light shooting skyward immediately twisted and rippled.
Then, everyone heard a scream from overhead and saw the purple-eyed young man turn his large hand palm-down and press it downward.
Blurred light and shadow leaked from between Gilan's fingers.
As though he were wielding some terrifying force.
"Ah—"
The robed man was ragged all over, his flesh mangled. His entire body seemed to be tightly wrapped in an invisible force and forcibly dragged back.
In truth, Gilan had refined the "gale force" a second time, compressing, condensing, and shaping it into a kind of "fluid" he could manipulate with his thoughts.
The invisible fluid transformed into a giant hand, gripping the man in its palm and smashing him viciously into the ground.
BOOM!!
A thunderous crash rang out.
The ground trembled.
Countless clumps of dirt and shattered rocks flew everywhere, kicking up a ring-shaped wave of mud.
Everyone instinctively retreated, raising their hands to shield themselves from the fierce wind and dust. After a while, they looked up again, their faces filled with shock.
Beside Angus's massive body was a crater over ten meters wide. Amid the billowing smoke and dust, they could vaguely make out the unfamiliar higher being lying inside.
But he was already gravely wounded, his flesh mangled.
He panted heavily, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the young man standing at the edge of the crater.
"Tell Anthony the Mason, and have Him pass it on to the other higher beings of the Federation faction... the mortal world is my territory. You may descend into the other side, but as long as I run into you, every last one of you will be killed!"
Standing