The Guardian of the Time Vortex's aura seethed, unleashing gushing waves of mystic power as he strode toward the new arrivals. His eyes were terrifyingly cold, "Leave—Saints are not permitted here." As the Guardian, his authority within the Time Vortex was of the highest, and he was disgustingly territorial.
The dozens of unfathomable auras all instinctively released waves of their own mystic power, directing their gazes toward the Guardian. However, the Guardian was undaunted by their strong presence, and murderous intent began to flow out of his eyes in the form of glaring spiritual light.
"Leave." That single word shook the foundation of the space. The expressions of the owners of these unfathomable auras distorted instantly, their eyes revealing mixtures of wariness, fear, and displeasure.
"Calm down, Time Guardian." Zhangjie Wushu flickered into existence, entering the crowd of unfathomable auras.
