That voice clearly did not belong to anyone present. Along with it came an invisible force.
The energy was not explosive. Unlike the people before them, whose divine power seemed ready to burst through the entire room as it surged wildly in every direction.
Instead, it carried a stifling pressure, suppressing everything and unquestioningly pressing all other divine power beneath it.
The air was clearly well ventilated, yet it still gave everyone the illusion that they were about to suffocate.
Nie Jiutian had been angry just now, but he also regretted it somewhat. He knew that his concern had thrown him off balance and made him lose his composure.
Too much had happened recently. Gods were about to descend, Sin had vanished, and these so-called hopes of humanity were each more disgraceful than the last.
That was why he had grown impatient and escalated the conflict. He should have endured a little longer. These people could no longer really be considered human, so ordinary reasoning would not work on them.
But when he heard that sudden voice beside his ear, disbelief and wild joy flashed through his eyes. He instantly turned toward a certain direction.
He was not the only one. Everyone present did the same! Their eyes turned in unison, all paying attention toward one direction.
At the end of everyone's line of sight stood a figure who had lived up to all expectations, dressed in a golden formal suit and wearing that cold, arrogant golden face.
—Sin!
Still in the pride mode that carried the greatest sense of oppression.
After absorbing a vast amount of divine power, Lu Ce needed to maintain his rationality and self-awareness as much as possible. Pride's self-awareness was the strongest, so he chose to walk around wearing it.
The moment those gazes fell