Incomprehensible.
As Wei Wuyin's aura as a Mystic Star Phase cultivator diffused into the air, rippling outwards gently, twisting the air, uplifting his dark hair, and illuminating his steady figure in a clear, distinctly mystical light, the entire Battlefield of the Fallen Divine went utterly silent.
"I'll be your only opponent," were five words that the eight Sages of the No-Name Galaxy had never expected to hear!
Sage Nepit's pupils constricted; Sage Khepri's gut twisted with an uncomfortable feeling; Sage Amunet's thoughts quieted down; Sage Imentet pursued her lips; Sage Shattered Sphinx's hands clenched into two tight, bone-crunching fists; Sage Khonshu felt goosebumps arise on his skin; Sage Pakhet's eyes sharply narrowed; Sage Hathor's lips and eyelids quivered slightly.
Amidst this silence, all eight Sages had subtle changes to their facial expressions, clearly reflecting an array of emotions, both simple and complex.
