"You refuse to speak, then accept the punishment of death,"
the Elder from the Witch God Temple uttered coldly, his body quivered, and a terrifying aura like a deluge rushed towards the Elder in the white robe.
That immense pressure, vast like the Primordial Era, bore down on the other, like an insurmountable mountain crashing upon him.
The force was so fearsome that it seemed to nearly collapse the void within the Witch God Temple, attesting to the Elder's terrifying nature, certainly a thing of horror.
Yet, faced with such a dreadful attack, the Elder who had intruded the Witch God Temple, dressed in a white robe, revealed a faint smile at the corner of his mouth and waved his hand gently.
Suddenly, that terrible presence in the void was dissolved into nothingness, restorating calm around, while the Elder from the Witch God Temple staggered back several steps, his eyes filled with a look of sheer horror as he stared at the other.
