Pitch-black demonic waves engulfed a hundred thousand miles of sky.
Utterly pure destruction Asura laws surged wildly like abyssal tides sunk in eternity, crushing heaven and earth in all directions.
The entire Heaven-Piercing Official Road running through the Spirit Domain had now been completely sealed by layer upon layer of dark space laws.
Space within the domain had been repeatedly overlaid, locked, and solidified.
Never mind flying through the air at the Highgod level.
Even shifting half a step would invite the omnipresent, savage Asura power to tear and crush them, instantly shattering their divine bodies and exploding their divine souls.
The entire airspace had become a veritable cage of death, leaving no room whatsoever for escape.
High above, at the vault of the sky.
The Demon Race Asura's heavy demonic armor lent his figure an unrivaled ferocity, while his demonic robes snapped in the raging winds of laws.
His scarlet, slit-pupiled eyes were cold and indifferent, devoid of any living warmth.
He quietly looked down at the two Elves figures struggling to hold on in midair.
In the eyes of a true Asura-level powerhouse, all of Kaiser's and Kailin's struggles were insignificant, powerless, and utterly laughable.
Both were outstanding Seven-Star Tree Cultivators of the Elves Race's younger generation, their combat strength comparable to Hell's Seven-Star Fiends. Anywhere else, they would already have been formidable figures.
But before the absolute gulf in cultivation separating them from the Asura level.
They were like two blades of shallow-rooted grass barely swaying and clinging to life amid a raging tempest.
A slight movement of his fingertip was all it would take to snap them off at the roots and grind them to ash.
In midair, Kaiser was already nearing his limit.
The once orderly, radiant life divine runes covering him were now all