บท 1552: In Style

It's like an invisible giant had risen and decided to slap down these arrogant ants. The aura of the region, as if guided by an unseen rule, flowed down and pressed tight from all sides.

'The power of order. The power of chaos.'

"You!"

The seven overlords were scared by his intimidating move and teleported away, creating a lot of distance between them in a blink.

"Hehe."

As if it was all a bluff, the flowing aura which caused space itself to crack due to its powerful flow dissipated.

Varian's silhouttee blurred from the place, leaving only an echo of time as he appeared behind a three-foot woman in a scaly armor.

"Coward!"

The little lady, no, an actual grandma with sagging skin and wrinkles cursed and tried to teleport.

But she twitched like she was electrocuted when her soul was struck and allowed her head to be caught by Varian.

He didn't crush her head as she feared. He poured into her invasive vitality.