"A True Spirit!!?"
Gao Yiling's pupils contracted, and his heart instantly sank to the abyss.
Without the slightest hesitation, his figure flashed and vanished from where he stood, pouncing toward the exit. At the same time, he took out an emergency communicator and pressed the switch.
Once activated, the switch would have all nearby fleet strategic weapons open fire and bombard this place simultaneously, before proceeding directly to the second-stage self-destruction.
The appearance of a True Spirit had already thrown the current situation severely off balance. He had to take action at once. Otherwise, if the strategic weapons here—especially the Black Hole-grade ones—were lost, it would be an enormous loss for the entire empire.
But after he had rushed only a few steps, within a few hundred-thousandths of a second, an invisible and terrifying pressure nailed him to the spot, leaving him unable to move.
Blood slowly seeped from the corners of his eyes. Clearly, he was enduring tremendous pressure, held in place by some unknown spirit art.
"Looks like the overall situation has already been decided," Andanifa, the Revivalists' representative beside him, said softly.
"We should leave as well. There is nothing left to see here."
He gave Gao Yiling one last look, a trace of regret flashing through his eyes.
Originally, they had come here partly to observe this important negotiation. The other reason was to recruit Gao Yiling, an Immortal Councilor, into their organization after the negotiations concluded.
But unfortunately, Gao Yiling had firmly rejected their invitation from the very beginning.
Andanifa immediately stopped hesitating, turned, and led his subordinates toward the exit.
Strangely, everyone around them seemed unable to see them.
It was as if they had been completely ignored by everyone.
This was Andanifa's exclusive Immortal Spirit Art, capable of greatly reducing his sense of