Tyron watched anxiously from a distance, worried for Adrian. He hadn’t expected the latter to fall into such a dire situation.

Blood-red essence flowed from Oscar's puppets, forming ominous crimson formations in the air. The terrifying power of the void surrounded Adrian, making the onlookers tremble in fear, uncertain of what might happen next. Tyron had a nagging sense that danger was looming for Adrian. Oscar's sinister formation was clearly no ordinary one. If it were simple, it wouldn’t have been set up.

But Adrian simply smirked coldly. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you that righteousness will always prevail?” He then vanished, only to reappear above the river and unleash a powerful punch.

Boom!

The entire world seemed to erupt, and the onlookers realized Adrian intended to break the formation with brute force.

“Hmph! Do you really think you can break it?” Oscar sneered.

“What do you think?” Adrian replied.

Boom!

Adrian punched the formation again, and this time, it shattered.