At first, Mora did not hear him clearly.
Perhaps because he had exerted himself too hard, Ronan had some trouble controlling his vocal cords. The first few sounds he made were especially slurred, and all she could vaguely hear was the resonance of a human body cavity.
Yet it was precisely that indistinct syllable that seemed to make Mora's very soul tremble.
Mora had always been someone obsessed with voices. She had been that way ever since she first sensed the world from within a cultivation tank, which was why she had been so captivated by Raven's "breathing."
But now, Ronan's slurred pronunciation seemed even more lethal!
It left her dazed for another instant, squandering what might have been her last chance to escape at minimal cost.
With a muffled bang, Mora's face and shoulder slammed hard into the glass curtain wall.
The impact jolted Mora fully awake, allowing her to distinguish Ronan's actual words from her hazy memories.
Strictly speaking, aside from the beginning, most of his words had returned to that ducklike rasp. But the impression created at the start was simply too deep, carrying an indescribable suppressive force. Together with Ronan's standard reverse Seizing Skill, it pinned her against the glass curtain wall.
Her face was pressed into the misty handprint she had left on the glass earlier, while Ronan's other hand held down the most vulnerable spot at the back of her head. For the moment, she could not move at all.
Only then did cries of alarm and sharp intakes of breath rise from the people around them, exceptionally loud in the brief silence after the dust had settled.
Mo Ya was somewhat surprised. Meng Fei beside her was even worse off, so nervous that she clutched at Mo Ya's clothes and instinctively tried to