A moment later, in the sea region where Qin He had undergone Tribulation Transcendence.
The spatial ripples tearing through the heavens suddenly trembled, and an ancient, somber teleportation gate burst open from the depths of the clouds.
There were no earth-shaking battle cries, and even the airflow seemed nearly frozen.
Ten figures shot out from the teleportation gate like falling meteors. Their robes were embroidered with dark Divine Punishment patterns, and their cuffs bore department insignias engraved with shattered stars.
The instant the ten landed, heaven and earth itself seemed to sink three inches.
This was the unique aura of Late Saint Tier experts. There was no need to deliberately build momentum; their Dao bodies instinctively suppressed the order of heaven and earth around them.
This was more than half of the Divine Punishment Department's top combat strength.
Veteran Saint Kings who held down entire regions, along with the duty commanders who oversaw the department, had gathered here.
The man at the forefront had silver hair cascading over his shoulders and an indifferent expression. Not a trace of killing intent emanated from him, yet the void beneath his feet remained forever creased, and the flow of time within a thousand-mile radius had silently shifted.
That was a foundation in laws rooted deep in his bones, hidden within flesh and blood without revealing the slightest trace, yet capable of altering the very origin of the surrounding world.
"Spread out. Lock down the aura of every living being in the entire region."
His voice was not loud, yet it pierced the rolling thunder and fell upon every inch of sea.
The ten immediately scattered, their positions faintly forming array patterns that sealed the heavens and locked down the earth.
No one activated any secret art or spiritual radiance, yet the bedrock beneath