The Chaotic Sea Lord was like an inflated balloon. He was on the verge of exploding when Yang Xi forcefully pushed him back.
Under the control of the power Upanishad, the scattered energy was as docile as a young beast, obediently returning to order.
This process looked like a reduction in the number of entropies.
Inexplicably, a hint of inspiration appeared in Yang Xi's heart, but it disappeared in a flash.
The Lord's Island regained its calm after a slight tremor, as if the small earthquake just now was just an illusion.
The people who had closed their eyes and ears in despair came back to their senses.
"Are we already in hell? It turned out that hell was not much different from the real world!”
"Are you stupid? We even have shadows. How can we become ghosts in hell?”
"In that case, that damned Ennea Monkey from the Judgement Organization really guessed it right. That cowardly lord of the Chaotic Ocean cowered at the last moment?”
