"Eh?"
Lin Qiye, seated in the tavern and constantly monitoring the situation in the central plaza with his Mental Power, let out a surprised murmur.
The Mental Power he had spread out to sense the situation had suddenly lost contact with him.
After hesitating for a moment, Lin Qiye swiftly rose and left the tavern. He climbed to the rooftop of the nearest building and looked into the distance.
Above the central plaza, countless pale golden threads were drifting out from beneath the agents' feet, all flying toward the City Lord standing majestically atop the city wall with a Golden Scepter in hand.
"It's Mental Power..." Lin Qiye stared at those golden threads and muttered, "Their Mental Power has been drained?"
At the same time, the agents in the plaza fell into complete panic.
"My Mental Power is empty!"
"Me too... I can't use my Divine Realm!"
"Damn it, what did that old man do?!"
In the crowd, No. 22 stared blankly at the Golden Scepter in the City Lord's hand, as if he had realized something. He muttered to himself:
"The scepter... that's the King's Scepter? This is bad..."
The golden threads filling the sky converged into the City Lord's body. This old man, who had displayed no fluctuations of Mental Power whatsoever, began breaking through at a speed visible to the naked eye!
"Lamp," "Pool," "River," "Sea," "Boundless"... "Klein"!
"That scepter can actually forcibly seize other people's Mental Power to raise its wielder's realm?"
Having witnessed it with his own eyes, Lin Qiye's gaze was filled with shock!
What kind of divine artifact was that? How could it achieve something like this?
The City Lord's pale hair rose strand by strand on its own. Gripping the Golden Scepter, he looked down with gleaming golden eyes at the panicked