One was of the Soul-Weaving Crowd, and the other was of the Corrupted Blood Sect. Even when facing the Lord of the Ultimate Dark's God's Chosen, they still had to swear an oath to the gods they believed in.
This was not a harsh oath.
After all, they were not clergy, and the Myriad Gods Hall was, on the whole, fairly restrained when it came to the secular faiths of the Central Star Zone.
Otherwise, if they raised a whole crowd of Fanatical Believers, they would have long since fought among themselves until everything turned into a mess.
Though the oath was relatively lenient, the Great Monarch's scrutiny was very real.
Even if High Priest Yuanhou did not directly pressure the two of them, his very existence increased the weight of the Abyssal Spirit Net.
"Weight" was also a form of favor. This was the tradition of the Ruin and Fall System, and it was also fact.
But to bear and digest this "favor" here and now required using every bit of strength they had, leaving not the slightest room to spare.
Correspondingly, there would be no concealment of any kind.
At the side of the Square Pool, Jirosi looked toward Priest Jiting again with great difficulty, but the latter merely followed High Priest Yuanhou's gaze, sizing up the two people opposite them.
This was the reaction Ronan captured with the last bit of strength he had left, just as he became the focus of the surrounding Abyssal Spirit Net's attention.
Then he lowered his eyes and focused on bearing the weight of the Abyssal Spirit Net as it arrived in an instant.
The Domain Machine Core in Ronan's mind palace trembled faintly. At a time like this, it was only natural to use it to share the pressure.
But