The moment the three glowing figures appeared, the whispers and quiet conversations in the hall seemed to be pressed down by an invisible hand, falling completely silent.
The pressure did not come from the body, but from a crushing force on the mind.
Ang's heart tightened. The next instant, a sharp, icy mental force swept down like a blade, seeming to mercilessly dissect everyone's soul.
Ang's entire body suddenly froze.
His body tensed involuntarily. His skin stung as if countless tiny needles were scraping across it, while a numb, nauseating sensation rose from deep within his bones.
His chest churned, and it felt as though a heavy hammer had struck his stomach. He could not control it at all.
His vision went dark, and he bent over sharply, vomiting right onto the floor.
Sour liquid splattered across the smooth white ground, the sound especially jarring in the hall.
The air instantly froze.
The three lights overhead paused at once, and the edge of that mental force slightly receded, as though they had been caught off guard by the sudden situation.
Ang instinctively raised his head, but the instant his eyes met those three gazes, his heart turned cold.
He could clearly feel the intense disgust looking down from above, as though they were staring at a filthy insect.
Ang's face went pale, and his fingers trembled slightly.
He took a deep breath, forced down the nausea in his chest, and quickly circulated his mana.
A small-scale cleansing spell blossomed at his fingertips, instantly wiping the filth from the ground clean.
Not even a trace of odor remained in the hall, but the embarrassment and oppression only grew stronger.
The mental force then withdrew, no longer sweeping through the hall as before.
Ang was secretly alarmed. *What exactly are these gods?