"Did I go too far?" Mu Yi floated in the air, gazing down at the guards sprawled below, battered and disheveled.
Those who had attacked him earlier were blown hundreds of meters away, lying unconscious.
Had he overdone it? Using 70% of Despair Tremor felt overly showy.
He hadn’t expected no one in the Imperial Capital would dare stop him.
He’d only meant to raise the pressure slightly to draw out strong warriors.
Instead, not a single one emerged. The entire Imperial Capital became his solo stage.
This wasn’t his goal—he never aimed to flaunt power so arrogantly.
He just wanted to intimidate them. But they were far weaker than imagined.
"Master, most in the Imperial Capital fainted from your pressure," Aiva whispered softly, eyes closed, sensing fading auras.
Half the citizens had already collapsed, unable to endure his aura.
If he kept this up, the whole city would soon pass out.
"My mistake," Mu Yi said, reining in his deathly aura. "I overestimated them and underestimated Despair Tremor’s effect here. This world’s power level is weak."
Compared to high-level players in the game world of ‘Quake’, their strength was pitiful.
A single skill caused earth-shattering phenomena—it was honestly overwhelming.
"Let’s go. We’ve achieved our goal; time to leave," Mu Yi chuckled awkwardly, glancing at the unconscious guards below.
Sorry—I didn’t expect this. You’ll just have to sleep it off.
This solidified his Demon Kin identity perfectly.
Lafas’s death would be seen as punishment for angering the Demon Kin, with no suspicion on others.
Mu Yi indirectly gained a new identity too—a win-win.
For future events where he shouldn’t act personally, he could use his Demon Kin guise...
"Master! Look out!!" Aiva’s cry snapped Mu Yi from his thoughts.
Above him, a giant pure-white hexagram blazed with blinding light.
The slowly rotating light magic array illuminated the night, its holy glow stark against the dark fog.
"This array looks familiar," Mu Yi frowned at the hovering formation.
Its sacred aura felt identical to the one under his feet when summoned here.
His arrival was tied to that magic—the caster likely brought him to this world.
This grand array matched the tier used by the demoness he’d met.
Such high-level magic should cause massive energy waves, yet neither he nor Aiva sensed any caster in the Imperial Capital.
"Where is the—" Mu Yi’s murmur cut off as searing light crashed down.
He stood at the center, instantly engulfed by the holy column.
"Ahhh~" Mu Yi moaned comfortably, bathed in radiance.
Cool, soft magic seeped into every cell, cleansing impurities like gentle hands massaging him. Pure light brought total relaxation.
His reined-in pressure erupted explosively under the holy buff.
A massive black vortex swirled in the sky, tearing through dark clouds with shockwaves.
Spiritual pressure burst out dozens of times stronger, shattering the light array above him.
"Comfortable," Mu Yi murmured, eyes closed, savoring tingles. His body felt light and relaxed.
All his stats doubled under the holy blessing.
Already maxed stats now skyrocketed beyond limits.
Energy surged from within. A casual finger snap summoned a terrifying storm vortex.
"Who’s buffing me?" Mu Yi clenched his fists, baffled. Who’d buff a Demon Kin here?
Boosting his cool factor while showing off? Such high-level magic? That person’s oddly kind.
"Master... you look... so holy..." Aiva stammered, staring at Mu Yi’s divine glow.
His master resembled a death-bringing monster in dark armor, yet holy light bathed him. A sacred halo floated above his head.
The scene was absurd—a cursed demon blessed by an angel.
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"Oof!!!" The shattered array sent a force slamming into Nora mid-prayer.
The light ring in her hands broke like glass. She fell hard on her butt.
Surrounding light particles vanished instantly into the pitch-black night.
"W-what joke... even a grand forbidden light spell couldn’t scratch him..." Nora sat pale, staring at the fading array.
This can’t be real... this Demon King’s absurdly overpowered...
