At the very first moment he grasped what was happening, what the Guardian Saint felt was an incomprehensible shock, bewilderment so utterly unacceptable that he could not take it in, and even humiliation a hundredfold—followed by rage and madness multiplied ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million times over!
Those identical faces spread like contagious red lights, instantly turning livid or flushed. Divine Power erupted as they struggled with all their might, and then, one after another, they threw back their heads and roared.
The earth trembled like a rug, while overlapping roars became thunder.
They reverberated throughout Border Purgatory.
That continued until Ji Jue's brows furrowed.
He said, "Quiet."
And so, silence fell.
Formless ripples spread outward. Wherever they passed, heaven and earth settled as before, and all things fell silent as though mute.
It became so quiet that one could even hear the buzzing of tinnitus and the echo of blood flowing.
A dead silence!
All that remained were the Saints sprawled across the ground, convulsing in fury, opening their mouths and roaring in rage, yet unable to make a sound no matter what they did.
They were like test subjects fixed to an operating table.
At the mercy of others.
"In terms of how threatening you are, you can't even compare to Idra."
Ji Jue lowered his eyes to examine them and sighed regretfully. "After waiting so long, I was hoping something substantial would be sent in. In the end, it's just this sort of trash. After all that fuss, I'd have been better off biting a lighter.
"Has your Holy God run out of work?"
The Guardian Saint raged, raged furiously, raged again and again, but unfortunately, none of it was worth a damn.
Stats?
In this illusory world, stats were the most meaningless things of