The Mandate Emperor's golden eyes were wide with incredulity as he looked at the Spatial Blight Emperor's unmoving body that was on the floor while the wine cup, his Legacy Artifact, looked as if it had been abandoned while every wicked path character retreated.
He slowly turned to look at the meditating Davis, his eyes still reeling in disbelief. It was the first time he witnessed such a scene where a peak hegemon helplessly dropped like a fly, and even he couldn't tell what had happened or how he was attacked!
This... this was otherworldly and even ephemeral in his eyes!
