Silas looked down at the city beneath, at the warehouse where several criminals patrolled.

Compared to the other warehouses where the gang members were posed as traders, these ones were moving blatantly, fully armed.

Silas looked at them calmly.

His katana appeared in his grip and he dropped to the floor.

The wind beat against his coat, making it rise with an ethereal elegance.

With a soft thud, Silas landed.

The sound, although low, was enough to draw the attention of these cultivators whose senses had been heightened beyond normal.

"An intruder," someone called out, but the words hitched as he completed them.

Another thud echoed through the air, followed by the sound of liquid spraying.

It was the person who had shouted. His head fell to the floor as Silas flashed behind him.

The others stared with wide eyes, seeing one of them fall to the floor.

Silas smiled as he muttered a single word. "Drop."

Although that was not needed to use the skill, he still felt the need to add flair to it.

Instantly, he felt a sudden shift, like his soul was being shifted to accommodate something new.

Then he felt it, a new soul occupying a new position within him.

Silas smirked as he turned to the rest of the gang members who were already closing in.

"Come, let me see your drops," he said as he shot forward.

He reached the first person, sidestepping to avoid a thrust aimed at his neck.

His katana arced forward in the same breath, cleaving through the attacker’s neck with ease.

Silas did not waste time. He moved on to the next enemy, ducking beneath a horizontal slash aimed at his neck.

He rolled to the side in the next instant, avoiding a downward strike.

Silas rose smoothly, somersaulting over another sweeping attack.

He looked at the three attackers, then at the ones closing in.

"Let’s try this," he muttered, his head whipping back to avoid another thrust.

Aether began to condense around his body, forming a fully condensed aether armor.

The armor was wrapped tightly around him, with ethereal blue wings flaring at the back.

"Yeah, I seem to have become a style freak," Silas could not help but say, seeing as he had wasted aether in creating the wings.

But the attackers did not give him time. They lunged.

A club coming from above, a whip lashing at his legs, and a sword aimed at his torso.

A smirk formed on Silas’s lips as he saw this.

He raised his leg, avoiding the whip with ease.

His katana slashed upward, cutting the club into two perfect halves.

The sword struck against his armor, sending a tremor through the earth.

Silas smiled, then moved.

Thin blue lines appeared on their bodies.

Their eyes widened as blood sprayed from their split torsos.

Silas had moved.

His katana arced upward, splitting a gang member into two perfect halves.

He raised the flat of his katana, catching a sabre.

The floor beneath him cracked from the weight of the attack.

Silas did not mind. He pushed back up, his katana a streak of blue as it tore through the attacker’s torso.

Silas backflipped, his wings unfolding as they carried him higher into the sky.

He looked down at the crater that had formed where he stood just moments ago, then at the attacker, a gang member whose punch was enough to carve a crater into the ground.

Silas smirked.

"At this point, I am basically bullying these guys," he muttered.

"Won’t a strong one come and rescue them as usual?" Silas asked, a sigh escaping his lips.

After losing a battle in the Virtual Arena, he itched for a fight where he could actually pour all his pent up frustration.

Moreover, this was the main warehouse of the Crimson Fang. It was meant to have higher ranking officials compared to the other ones.

Silas was even hoping for two people on the same level as Han.

The criminals on the ground stared up into the sky, at the enemy whose light shone brightly due to the aether radiating from him.

He looked down on them like he was a god.

"Whatever, maybe if I cause some destruction, they would be forced out," Silas said.

And with those words, he snapped his fingers. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Around him, motes of aether began to form, expanding rapidly until they covered the entire sky.

"One, two, three... hundred."

One of the criminals gasped as he counted the motes in the sky.

He had not even counted a percent of everything yet and he had already counted over a hundred.

Silas looked down and spoke.

"If you don’t want to die, I give you five seconds to call the strongest officials stationed here out."

The world seemed to hold its breath at Silas’s declaration.

The wind stilled, everyone held their breath, staring at the motes in the sky, then at the door standing between the outside world and the warehouse.

One of the criminals drew a gun in a desperate attempt to shoot Silas.

A sound tore through the air, faster than light itself.

The soft sound of liquid dripping broke the silence.

Turning back, they saw the person, a gaping hole in his head.

From it, blood dripped like a half open tap.

The criminals stared at Silas again, like he was the devil’s incarnate.

Everything had happened in just three seconds.

Silas did not mind. He counted down the time for them, noting each millisecond like an overly precise clock.

Another second passed.

Veins popped on their foreheads as they looked back to the warehouse.

They could not say anything, as even that would result in their death.

They were stuck, either snitch on their bosses and die by their sword, or support their bosses and die by the enemy’s sword.

Silas sighed lightly.

The deadline had been reached.

The criminals looked up with despair. Silas looked down with calm and serenity.

Calmly, he waved his hand.