Compared to the others sprawled on the ground like dead dogs, Kaius was in a slightly better state.
He was on one knee, which was sunk deep into the soil.
A blue light rippled from his body in continuous waves, attempting to counteract the terrifying pressure.
But it was utterly useless.
He was utterly horrified. He had only ever felt such pressure from his father.
In fact, this pressure was even stronger than that of his father—the leader of the Western Theater Command, a Tier Five Human War God.
'Who on earth is this person? Could it be the Empress from the Southern Theater Command?'
As this thought crossed his mind, Kaius raised his head and scanned his surroundings, trying to locate his assailant.
Soon, his gaze landed on the sky overhead.
Although it was the middle of the night, as an Evolver, his eyesight was sharp enough to clearly make out the person's features.
It was a burly man with white hair, blue eyes, and an indifferent expression.
