Your Laws Aren’t Absolute
Far from where the fight was happening, one could see a group of 10 people, all of them injured. Their injuries were at varying degrees of severity. Some only had surface wounds, while some had severe ones. But what was the same for all of them was that none of them were in a near-death state.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? It seems we've come across a group of fat and juicy pigs from the Spirit Awakener Guild." Standing before them was a handsome man with a majestic bearing, each of his actions containing the regal grace of a king. In contrast, the words he uttered were anything but such.
He wore a crown on his head that emanated a suffocating feeling. He arrived before a kneeling man, picking up his storage ring as he began to go through the things inside it. The defensive formation inside the ring was instantly broken by the man. Even the same went for the equipment spirit that was ordered to erase all sensitive data and items when worse came to worst.