The lingering force of the plane made it feel as though a cold stone were pressing against everyone's chest. Their fingertips tingled slightly, and they unconsciously softened their breathing.
That second just now had been truly terrifying.
It had not been mere Soul Power pressure. It was as if heaven and earth itself had come alive in an instant, bearing down upon them with a cold, indifferent scrutiny.
Only now did several elderly Councilors struggle to straighten their hunched backs. Cold sweat had soaked their graying temples, droplets sliding down their loose skin and falling onto the polished marble floor with faint taps.
Several Legion Commanders still gripped the hilts of their swords or the handles of their Soul Tools at their waists, their knuckles white from exertion. Having endured countless bloody battles between life and death, they were exceptionally sensitive to the hierarchy of power.
What Di Yue had displayed just now was absolute, fundamental pressure that could easily crush them and their entire legions. It was no illusion.
"N... no objections."
A gray-haired Councilor pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat continually beading on his forehead. His voice carried a barely restrained tremble.
"The mighty power of the Plane Master... proves everything."
"I second that!"
"Entirely agreed!"
"This is a blessing for the Federation!"
After a brief deathly silence, voices of agreement rang out one after another. No one dared raise the slightest doubt again.
The terror of nearly suffocating still lingered in their hearts. More importantly, the ability Di Yue had demonstrated meant that the festering problem that had plagued the Federation for so long now truly had a chance of being completely and swiftly eradicated for the first time.
Di Yue lifted her small chin a little higher, her crimson eyes curving into crescents as