The words fell, and the entire venue fell deathly silent.
Be it the Human Clan, Alien Race, or Demons, everyone simply stared dumbfounded at the multiracial monument constructed by the Alien Race.
Atop the monument stood the fierce eagle head with uncloseable eyes. On its connected spine still remained copious amounts of blood and flesh containing golden spiritual power, which—even in death—emanated a suffocating Monarch pressure.
An ordinary Morning Star Level who dared to get close might be shaken to death.
But at this moment, it was merely a piece of decoration.
Nothing more.
"Am I dreaming?"
"How could it be an instant kill!?"
"What kind of monster is Gary Smith, feeling more like a villain?"
"My God, could this guy actually be an Evil God's Kindred disguised in human skin?"
"..."
The Alien and Demon sides exploded in an uproar, not just the typical geniuses of smaller clans who were frightened; they trembled at those three words.
