As soon as these words came out, the hall instantly grew cold.
Utter silence reigned!
Even the chickens and ducks outside the hall stopped their calls.
For some reason, the sunlight also began to dim, and the statue above the offering table cast a shadow that enshrouded the entire hall.
That shadow, distorted by the light, imprinted on the ground. Although it was a benevolent figure, it now resembled a ferocious monster with bared teeth and waving claws.
An intangible aura spread out, making even Greg Jensen feel a trace of chill and danger.
It was a warning from the Nascent Soul!
Greg's mind grew more cautious. It's no wonder, given that it was an old daemon who had lived for tens of thousands of years. Even with only a residual body left, it still possessed such strength.
