At that moment, the impact Borgna suffered was far greater than that of the other elves.
The sight before him had completely exceeded his imagination. Just the mount—a Vajra Realm transcendent creature—was enough to send enormous waves crashing through Borgna's heart.
Then his incredulous gaze involuntarily swept toward the figure seated atop the giant beast, only to find himself seemingly staring into an empty abyss. Endless mist swirled around it, as though it meant to drown him completely.
He tried to part the mist and see the other party's true appearance, but even after exerting all his strength, he failed to glimpse the slightest bit. Instead, he sank deeper and deeper.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!"
Accompanied by a shrill scream, Borgna covered his eyes and dropped to his knees with a thud. Steady streams of bloody tears poured from his eyes without stopping.
The commotion startled all the elves nearby.
The Elf King, hearing the noise, immediately checked Borgna's condition and understood what had happened. After sighing inwardly, he quickly spoke...
"Take Borgna down to rest. For the next while, don't let him run around."
Faced with the Elf King's order, the Silver Armored Guard behind him carried it out without the slightest hesitation.
The other elves nearby reacted a little more slowly than the Elf King, but they soon guessed what had happened as well.
They had long felt that this brat Borgna would suffer sooner or later. Now, it seemed that day had finally arrived.
That said, they had to admit that the strength of the Great Zhou Emperor before them was truly astonishing.
Although this brat Borgna had no regard for his own life, his strength as a Saint Realm Mage was genuine. For the other party to accomplish this so effortlessly meant that his strength had to exceed Borgna's