The very first sensation the Guardians felt upon realization was a bewilderment so profound it defied comprehension, a confusion utterly unbearable, and above all, a humiliation multiplied a hundredfold, mixed with an anger and madness amplified ten thousand, even a million times over!
Faces, nearly identical and as contagious as a red warning light, instantly spread into an expanse of iron-blue and flushed red.
Divine power surged forth explosively, struggling with all their might, followed immediately by roaring cries!
The earth trembled like a thick carpet being shaken, the howls overlapping and multiplying into thunderous roars.
Echoing throughout the Border Prison.
Until Ji Jue’s brows furrowed.
He said calmly, “Quiet.”
And so, silence descended.
An invisible ripple spread outward; wherever it passed, heaven and earth returned to their original peace, and all phenomena became tranquil as if in mute stillness.
So quiet, one could even hear the faint buzzing in the ears and the echo of blood flowing inside their veins.
Complete dead silence.
Only the holy ones lying prone on the ground remained, their bodies spasming with rage, mouths opening to roar in fury, yet no matter how hard they tried, no sound came out.
As if they were experimental subjects pinned down on an operating table,
Left to be slaughtered at will.