Rumble—The battlefield outside the shelter had turned into something hard to even describe. It wasn’t just destruction anymore… it felt unreal, like the world had cracked open a little and no one noticed how bad it actually was.High above it all, a young man in black sat on a golden throne.Kaelen Viremont.Just his presence alone made the sky feel heavier, like even the clouds were a bit too afraid to drift too close.A simple gesture.That’s all it took.And in that instant, hundreds of demonic beasts were wiped out of existence.No struggle. No resistance. Nothing dramatic.Just… gone.Below him, the endless beast tide that once looked unstoppable had completely changed. The roaring was still there, but it wasn’t proud anymore. It wasn’t aggressive.It was panic.Pure panic.And then they ran.Into forests. Into valleys. Anywhere that wasn’t that throne in the sky.“Trying to run?”Kaelen’s voice came down calmly, almost casually.But somehow it carried weight—like the air itself

Garrick Stonehart and the other young prodigies were still standing there in front of Kaelen Viremont.Quiet. Stiff. A little too careful with their breathing.Nobody dared to speak casually anymore.Not after everything that had happened.Ever since Kaelen Viremont rose to this level, the atmosphere around him had completely changed. It wasn’t something you could easily explain either. Just… pressure. Heavy, invisible pressure. Like if you said the wrong thing too loudly, something bad might happen without warning.Garrick kept stealing glances at him.Kaelen Viremont was slightly turned away, leaning toward that strange Ashvara creature, talking in a low voice. No one could hear a word of it.And honestly… that made it worse.Because when you don’t know what’s being said, your imagination starts doing the work.And that’s never a good thing.Garrick’s thoughts kept spinning. Not long ago, they had been testing Kaelen Viremont… or at least, thinking about it. In a place like this, am

In the southwestern part of the extraterritorial battlefield, a small shelter stood quietly amid broken land and swirling spiritual storms.It wasn’t impressive, not compared to those massive fortress-like factions scattered across the region. Honestly, it still looked pretty ordinary.But somehow… things had already started to change.A proper hall made of brick and reinforced stone now stood in the center. Solid, clean, and orderly—as it had always belonged there, even if it clearly didn’t before.Inside that hall, Kaelen Viremont sat in the highest seat.Dark robe. Straight posture. No unnecessary movement.He wasn’t trying to act imposing.It just… naturally happened.Below him, on both sides, sat Garrick Stonehart, Aurelia Duskryn, and several other young prodigies. All of them were above average in strength, clearly not ordinary cultivators.They weren’t just survivors anymore.They were the core members of the Wind God Alliance.Carefully chosen. Carefully placed.Kaelen Viremo

Kaelen Viremont jumped off the head of the subterranean fire dragon in one smooth motion. No hesitation, no wasted movement.Behind him, the massive beast let out a low growl… then disappeared back into his spirit beast pouch as if it had never been there at all.The air around him settled.Wind brushed past his black robes as he dropped down and landed near the edge of the huge sinkhole.Calm. Clean landing. Like he’d done it a thousand times.Even though that fire dragon was a strong trump card, keeping it out in a place like this was basically asking for attention. And attention in a battlefield like this? Yeah… not a good thing. Too many eyes, too many hungry hands.So Kaelen kept it simple.Use power when needed.Hide it when not.That was his style.At the edge of the sinkhole, chaos was already everywhere.People were running around on broken ground, digging through collapsed ruins like scavengers at a dump—but, well… a very dangerous dump.Half-buried coffins were being pried

The last breath of resistance finally left the battlefield.The final one of the three attackers hit the ground without even realizing what killed him. Just—thud. Lifeless. Like whatever was inside him got wiped out in a single blink.Then silence.A heavy, uncomfortable silence.Only the wind kept moving through the broken land around the Tiankeng, dragging dust, shattered rocks, and that lingering smell of blood everywhere.Far away, dozens of cultivators stood frozen.Not a single person spoke.Honestly, no one even dared to breathe properly.What they had just seen… it didn’t make sense.Three Second Level Divine Ability Realm experts.Gone.Like they were nothing more than bugs.Not a fight. Not even close.Just… one-sided annihilation.Kaelen Viremont stood calmly among the bodies.No excitement. No pride. Nothing like that. If anything, he looked mildly uninterested—like this whole thing was just a short delay in his walk.To him, they were never real opponents anyway.Just obs