The tense, anxious atmosphere from moments ago was swept away, and everyone's tightly wound nerves relaxed.
Sighed in relief.
Thankfully, nothing unexpected had happened.
Even though the siege had looked completely one-sided, and the other side had been utterly unable to fight back from beginning to end, the key was that from the instant Tai'a had unfolded, Equality had been under control the whole time. It had never been released.
It was like fighting a Celestial Origin that had been expelled from the establishment, an Artisan who had lost all his works—
Most of its strength had been spent resisting Tai'a's suppression. If he let it bore even the tiniest hole through for a single instant, the consequences would be unimaginably disastrous.
Who the hell knew how many loans a Worm desperate to survive at any cost could take out?
In the blink of an eye, a hundred Equalities might turn around and surround them, or it might summon friends and call in who knew how many of its kind for reinforcements. By then, everyone would probably become good material and fine jade.
At that moment, Ji Jue stared at the oil lamp before him, feeling that it was seemingly familiar.
"It looks a little different from Old—cough, cough, from that elderly gentleman's model."
He had seen a similar oil lamp in Heavenly Furnace's hands. Back at the Ancient Beginning Temple, it had caught a Worm in a single exchange and burned it straight to ash.
Only, the one in the Old Bastard's hand had leaned more toward an Empire style, filled with the lavish ornamental feel of a royal court. This oil lamp, however, was more like a pot-shaped vessel, with the distinctive curves and decorations of the Central Earth, like an antique.
"You've heard of the Wish-Granting Lamp