The aura became almost tangible, with ripples in the air visible to the naked eye, like the heat waves in the distance of a midsummer day.
The Dashun officials were dumbfounded, gasping for breath. The Southern Frontier, Northern Court delegations, and the audience all retreated in unison, the originally neatly lined-up formations squeezing into a huddle.
Such commotion, such majesty...
They were at a loss before the scene, as if surrounded by three great masses of light, an unparalleled aura, an unparalleled oppression, drenched in cold sweat, almost ready to kneel on the ground, almost feeling fear.
The Wolf Lord felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, with thorns on his back and something stuck in his throat.
Beside him, the Northern Court Martial Saint and the Southern Border Great Witch were all in a mental blank.
