BOOOOOM!
BOOOOOM!
BOOOOOM!
The deafening sound of explosions reverberated through the air, and the ground quaked violently as rocks and debris were sent hurtling in all directions, propelled by the sheer force of the impact.
"Did we take it down ?" A man in a military uniform hurriedly asked, his voice tinged with anxiety. His experience as a general, earned through countless battles, did little to calm his nerves in this unprecedented situation.
The once dark night sky had been transformed into a war scene as the trees burns from the previous attack.
Before him stretched a small hill, its once serene landscape now engulfed in a chaotic scene of smoke and debris, remnants of their relentless high-powered tank assault. It was a scene of devastation that bore the scars of their powerful weaponry.
Yet, their mission was far from over. It was not an army they were sent to confront, but rather a lone individual, a threat so extraordinary that it had taken the might of their military tanks to this extreme.
At this point, it was crystal clear they had unleashed enough rounds to level a small hill. They were dead serious and fully committed to completing their mission, regardless of the obstacles they faced.
But what could have cause such a level of action from them?
"I think we did it, General," one of the military officers said, his voice tinged with fear. He peered through his binoculars, equipped with night vision, carefully scanning the area. His hands shook a little, even though he maintained a considerable distance from the target.
Then he shifted his view to infrared to double check, scanning the area again but found no sign of life. Given the high-powered rounds they had used, the likelihood that their target had been reduced to a pulp by now was really high.
"Are you sure?" The General's voice wavered with doubt.
Despite his subordinates words, an unshakable sense of fear gnawed at him. He even contemplated calling for an airstrike, just to ensure the their target was already dead.
"Yes..." The officer replied.
The tanks continued to unleash their destructive firepower, but in the presence of this elderly man, none of their shots found their mark. His power seemed to defy their every effort.
The rounds didn't even get close to him before they exploded. Even the force of the explosion was pushed away by his power.
"Is this truly the power of the strongest Gifted in Asia?" The General's eyes widened in astonishment. This went far beyond his expectations. He had heard of the legendary figure they now faced, a being so formidable that he could, with just his own power, obliterate an small nation.
He was not just another gifted individual; he had transcended the boundaries of what was considered the Super Danger Level.
Zed's powers defied conventional scales, and his notoriety was because of his overpowered abilities.
Surprisingly, he possessed only two abilities—Pull and Push—but the extent of his mastery was astonishing. With these two abilities, he could manipulate gravity to an extent that, when he exerted his full effort, he had the capability to annihilate entire hill.
"I've had enough of you ants. It's time for you to die," Zed declared, his voice not particularly loud but still heard by everyone. It was as if he had passed judgment, and instinctively, everyone wanted to drop their weapons and flee.
They observed him as he raised his finger into the air.
"Pull," he whispered to himself, and then a Blue energy orb formed at his fingertips.
A small orb materialized, and the moment it did, everything around them began to revolve around it, eventually taking form.
The gravitational force was so intense that even the nearby army struggled to stay in place, but it proved futile. With each passing moment, the suction force grew stronger until even the tanks were drawn into it. No one can escaped the overwhelming power of this technique.
Above him, a colossal earth sphere formed, absorbing everyone in the vicinity, drowning them to their death.
COUGH !
Zed began to vomit blood, and as he looked at his hand, he saw black liquid coating his palm.
"I'm running out of time ," he forced a chuckle.