Red-colour Cultivator, the Merge of Mutation Energy and Qi

The earth trembled violently as a deep ravine split the ground, consuming everything in its path. Ancient buildings crumbled into dust as if they had never existed.

Despite some faint obstructions lingering in his way, the horned demon charged forward in an unrelenting rampage. His destruction was absolute—humans, objects, and structures alike were obliterated, leaving chaos and ruin in his wake.

The group of old men watched in silent horror, chills running down their spines as the devastation unfolded before them.

"A Tier Six Demon…" one of them whispered, his voice trembling. "There's only one Tier Six cultivator in our entire city."

Murmurs broke out among the elders behind the golden-crowned old man. Their gazes tentatively shifted to him, looking at his back.

"It's fine. I will face him," the crowned man declared.