Suppressing The Hunting Party
*Bzzz!~*
"Soul Suppression Art."
Davis's lips moved as his soul force extended in all directions. It instantly brought all Heaven's Warriors to their knees, but he intentionally let a few escape his grasp.
"Ahhh! Evil Anarchic Divergent, die!"
"You do not deserve to live while ignorantly causing so many calamities! That is the very essence of evil!"
"If we can die and take even a bit of your energy in return, I'd call that a profit!"
Three Level Two Autarchs roared and charged at Davis as they cornered him from three different directions, their expressions grim yet resolute. Each of them exuded more powerful undulations than their cultivation base, their respective Laws creating a terrifying synergy of pressure that seemed to compress the very space around them.
Davis had noticed these three were together in the outer region. It seemed like they were a bit too late for the party.