But Asher couldn't help but reason that this lazy Emovira was a bit naive. Did it really expect the people who had captured it to set it free later on?
The next moment, Asher felt a hand tear through his gut, emerging from his back with ease. His eyes widened in pure shock as they fell upon Xal'Thar, who now stood before him with a lazy expression. The being had been sitting one moment, and the next it was standing before him as though it had teleported.
Asher didn't hesitate. He immediately punched forward without holding back, his fist rocketing towards Xal'Thar's chest. Asher's fist met nothing but air as an overwhelming torrent of wind and pressure burst forward in a titanic impact, shredding everything before him into bits and smithereens. Everything was covered in dust and blown backward, cracks spreading across the walls like spiderwebs.
"Damn, you really want to kill me, huh?" Xal'Thar's voice came from the side.
