"So many feathers?"
Charles and Richardson's expressions simultaneously turned blank.
They knew well that each feather represented a terrifying and nameless technique.
If they couldn't pass the judgement, death would come!
Even though they were 'Perfect Ones,' with high resistance to abnormal statuses, one or two times might be fine, but a thousand? Ten thousand?
Just one failed judgement would mean death!
Not to mention, their highest-ranking subordinates were merely 'Ascenders'!
Under the coverage of the Three-eyed Feathered Serpent's wings, even the pure white light of the sky seemed blocked.
Under the shadow, only death was eternal!
Those who survived the previous onslaught were the elites of the clubs and the sect.
They withstood a round of death judgement either by magical items or through their bloodline abilities.
But as death surged like a tsunami, wave after wave, a supreme terror appeared on their faces, watching the white feathers merge into their bodies.
