Interception

"Just who is it!?"

That figure yelled again as he looked into the distance. His head appeared bald, while his black eyes seemed to be adorned by long white eyebrows that fell to his neck. The whites of his eyes were red at this moment, churning with wrath.

What he saw was a purple-robed woman on a mountain peak, blocking his path and causing his eyes to flicker in irritation.

"Since you won't talk, die."

He flipped his hand and flicked the other arm away, dragging it around and bringing forth an immense momentum with his fingers as he brought them forward and drew a circle, causing the space in front of him to rumble and start collapsing one by one.

It was as though layers were being peeled off one by one, heading toward the blurry figure in the distance.

"My grandson died, so the Aurora Cloud Gate doesn't need to exist anymore. I will bury its entire history in remembrance of his name."