The moment Akentu's incarnation descended into the hall, space began to tremble. The stone pillars supporting the hall creaked and swayed violently, while sand and gravel rained down, as though this tiny space could collapse at any moment under the immense pressure.
The pressure spread in all directions, making the already-fanatical believers prostrate themselves even more fervently as they loudly praised Burning Twilight, Lord of Purgatory, and the name of the Demon King. Before Akentu, Fang Qi bore the brunt of it. His face was deathly pale, cold sweat streamed down his forehead, and his eyes were pitch-black, like a lone boat in a violent storm, ready to surrender at any moment to boundless fear.
Yet this performance was far from enough to satisfy Akentu. The Lord of Purgatory had apparently never expected anyone to remain standing beneath its pressure. It roared, "Mortal, kneel!"
Fang Qi felt as though he were carrying an unbearable weight. Though he gritted his teeth, his body sank, and his knees slowly bent.
How could this genius of the Ghost Chariot lineage submit willingly? With a furious roar, he thrust the Jade Dragon Sacred Sword in his hand into the ground. The blade screeched and grated as it sank inch by inch into the Sanctuary's floor.
Fang Qi was just about to fall humiliatingly onto both knees when, at that very moment, a clear voice rang out, seemingly unaffected by the Demon King's might:
"Burning Twilight, Akentu, Lord of Purgatory, great Demon King, it seems that thousands of years of imprisonment still haven't taught you enough of a lesson?"
At least three people present trembled when they heard that voice.
The first was Loot. The little fae seemed to think she was hallucinating. She hurriedly lifted Lian's hood, poked out her tiny head, and looked