Infinite Evolution System Made Me Too OP!

As Azmodeus flashed and reappeared in multiple parts of the speed stream, he passed by the person who appeared the least frozen. Specifically, it was the Immortal General Razkar, who was still in the process of activating his technique.

Razkar's eyes got ahead of his body as they slowly turned to the left and saw a crimson-haired man surrounded by dark red electricity. His hair stood slightly on end, and his face was utterly devoid of emotion. From Razkar's perspective, it almost seemed like he was being looked down upon.

This infuriated him!

He was no longer amused! He was absolutely livid!

{|Lightning Shift|}

[|2nd Form: Speed Lord|]

His second form sped him up by a substantial amount, but it still wasn't enough to wipe off that disdainful look on the smug face of his target!

{|Lightning Shift|}

[|3rd Form: Blitz Cannon|]

Not enough!! Not fast enough!!!

{|Lightning Shift|}

[|4th Form: Super Accelerator|]

Still not enough!!! He would kill that arrogant bastard!!!

{|Lightning Shift|}

[|5th Form: Omega Power Plant|]

Razkar could feel it! His speed was close to breaking free of the shackles that the bastard put on it!!

{|Lightning Shift|}

[|6th Form: Hyper-powered Core Implosion Impacter|]

{|Lightning Shift|}

[|7th Form: Thunder Godling Explosion|]

So close! His blade was touching Azmodeus's neck!! Just one more! He just needed to use his Ultimate Form, then he would be able to!!!

{|Lightning Shift|}

[|Ultimate Form: Blue-eyed Lightning Dragon God|]

Just as Razkar's body hypercombusted into something far more powerful, a cold voice echoed out from beside him. "Sorry, but I am bored of waiting."

"!!!"

In an instant, time was slowed down even further as Azmodeus increased his speed by a couple notches. Even Razkar was unable to move a single inch, whereas the others looked as if they were frozen in time. As they lived their last moments unaware of how they died, Azmodeus's crimson electricity, gained from Domain Crystals and King Crystals, flashed and crackled. His body blurred faster than light could quantify as he zigzagged around the entire battlefield before returning to his original position.

Time then resumed. Chaos quickly followed.

SPURT! SPURT!

All at once, hundreds of heads flew off the shoulders of their owners. As they shot up into the air, more crackling sword strikes rained down and split them into thousandths; then those thousandths were further split into thousandths. After the heads were reduced to atoms, the bodies of the deceased pursuers followed in suit as they exploded into fireworks of blood mist.

"..."

Azmodeus blankly watched as the lives of hundreds of Immortal Kings and dozens of Immortal Emperors were snuffed out by him. The last to go was the Immortal General Razkar, and yet, even he was unable to escape the fate of exploding into a puff of blood mist.

As their deaths reached the final encore, Azmodeus refocused his attention on the incoming system notifications.

BLING!

[Ding! You killed a Grade 6 Immortal King. You have been rewarded 2,000,000 Immortal Evolution Essence!]

[Ding! You killed a Grade 7 Immortal King. You have been rewarded 6,000,000 Immortal Evolution Essence!]

[Ding! You killed a Grade 1 Immortal King. You have been rewarded 200,000 Immortal Evolution Essence!]

[Ding! You have…]

[Ding! You have automatically converted the loot of everything you killed!]

[Ding! Your Loot God Nourishment Rate has improved by 2.1%!]

[Ding! You killed a Grade 1 Immortal Emperor. You have been rewarded 80,000,000 Immortal Evolution Essence!]

[Ding! You killed a Grade 2 Immortal Emperor. You have been rewarded 120,000,000 Immortal Evolution Essence!]

[Ding! You killed a Grade 3 Immortal Emperor. You have been rewarded 250,000,000 Immortal Evolution Essence!]

[Ding! You have…]

[Ding! Your cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds after you finished devouring the existences of those you killed!]

[Ding! Your cultivation has reached the 'Grade 4 Immortal King' Realm!]

[Ding! You have killed the Grade 6 Immortal Emperor, Immortal General Razkar. The reward is 1,500,000,000 Immortal Evolution Essence!]

[Ding! Your cultivation has reached the 'Grade 5 Immortal King (Limit)' Realm!]

[Ding! Your Battle Power has tremendously improved!]

[Ding! You have obtained a large number of Black Tier Loot Halos and Orange Tier Immortal Lines!]

[Ding! Your total Loot Halo percentage booster has improved by x120 what it once was!]

[Ding! Your total Immortal Line percentage booster has improved by x115 what it once was!]

[Ding! Your Battle Power has improved by leaps and bounds!]

OOOM!

After feeling a wave of extreme power wash over him, Azmodeus looked toward the north. He figured it was about time he stopped running and instead faced his problems head-on. A certain Duke Ashford was still on his naughty list, and there were just some things that no amount of coal could possibly hope to fix.

His eyes narrowed as his aura intensified. He blurred from his spot and ascended to the skies, heading straight for the distant Duke's castle like a blazing ball of fury. For interfering with his task as taking over the duties of the Royal Advisor, Duke Ashford would soon regret ever having played God. That much, Azmodeus guaranteed.

A few days later, in the depths of the Azureflask Empire, within the noble bedroom of the one and only Duke Ashford.

"Pl-Please! Please spare my life," the duke pleaded through tears. His tubby body was a few feet off the ground as he was being choked out by a crimson-haired man wearing a demon mask.

An amused glare flashed past the crimson-haired man's dark red eyes as he lifted the Duke even higher off the ground. "You say some funny things for someone who dared to come after my life," he said coldly. "Not once did I have any animosity for you, and if all went well, then we would both be working together in the Royal Capital. And yet there you went and messed it all up…"

Kuk! Kukk!

Duke Ashford choked on his own spit and tears. He tried his utmost to escape the grasp around his neck, but even with his Grade 5 Immortal Emperor Realm cultivation, he couldn't budge the firm hand a single inch. Desperate, he sniffled, "P-Pleazze… Anythhing!! I'll dooo anytthring!!!"

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