A massive and vast power flowed down through the dazzling radiance, causing Locke's physique to shrink and solidify almost instantaneously. The aura emanating from him soared in that fleeting moment, like a mountain range rising abruptly from the ground, escalating continuously.
A tremendous oppressive force spread throughout the entire hall. The thick walls began to crack as the red-haired woman standing in the distance seemed suddenly burdened with an unbearable weight, stumbling and falling to the floor, unable to stand.
The flying knives that had danced in the air plummeted to the ground.
In the corner of the hall, the red-haired little girl was also frowning deeply at this moment. The wings of the Paper Butterfly in her hair hung limply, her blood-red dress rustling soundlessly as if moved by an unseen breeze.
Standing before Locke, He Ao bore the brunt of the pressure. His blood-stained cheeks were creased with a frown, but his hands never halted in their activity.
