"What kind of power was that...!? Incomprehensible!" exclaimed one of the leaders of the four groups, his voice tinged with awe and fear. The realization of Lyon's true strength dawned upon them, casting a shadow over their earlier arrogance.
The cultivators exchanged uneasy glances, their previous confidence crumbling. They had thought themselves significant, powerful, but now they felt insignificant in the presence of a man who could command fire with a mere word.
Their legs began to tremble, the weight of the encounter pressing down on them like an invisible force. The invitation from gravity grew stronger, threatening to pull them to their knees.
Azleid, still reeling from the display, turned to his group with a sneer. "Don't just stand there gawking! Regroup," he ordered, his voice dripping with disdain. "We can't afford to fall apart now."
