Like sharp intent to kill, like an invisible oppressive force.
This was truly the blood of myths, a mere glance could dizzy one's mind. Some Awakeners with only one or two levels of Awakening screamed out loud, clutching their heads as they rolled on the ground, their eyes bursting and oozing constant streams of blood.
The storyteller from Blazefire Commerce Guild suffered as well.
At this moment, he was gasping for breath, a gold-and-crimson blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, his body covered with scratches, with several spots revealing bones faintly tinged with gold.
Victory had not come easily.
