A Defeat In A Minute

"What the hell?" Two of the Thorny Asuras said in shock as they looked at the levitating Zeras, who was oozing with an otherworldly amount of power.

"Last for one minute. Last for one minute, you say?" The smaller Asura said with a malevolent grin as the space around him shook, before cracking open.

Instantly, his clawed hands moved into the collapsed void of space, pulling out something.

It was a spear, a full five meters in height, flaming red, and inscribed with various blood-red runes.

Its tip dripped with blood, and as he brought it out, the sky and the air howled.

An illusion of screaming agony and bodies being thorm appeared around the area, followed by an otherworldly, evil, and suffocating pressure.

"RIIIIIIIIP... RIIIIIIIIIP... EIIIIIIIIIIP!"

The void of space was repeatedly sliced as the spear in the young man's hand revolved with speed, dancing among his ghostly claws before he held it tight and stared up at Zeras.