Dead silence.
In the dim corridor, several people stood frozen in place like sculptures, their bodies rigid.
Waves of icy chill slithered around their necks like venomous snakes, making their hair and scales stand on end.
Confronted with the Special Event, even Lord Azure Armor, an exceedingly proud Planet Destroyer, suddenly went pale.
Power was the source of their courage. Now that they had lost it, everyone suddenly felt as if they had returned to the beginning of the apocalypse, facing the terror of the unknown.
No one knew what would happen next, but everyone realized that something had already emerged.
A few seconds later, as the icy sensation gradually faded, Troll was the first to recover. He glared furiously at God Archer.
Perhaps knowing that he was the weakest, he grabbed the Hunting Suit on God Archer and cursed angrily.
"Fuck you! You stupid, shameless bastard! If I'm the first one to die, I'll never let you off, even as a ghost!"
"Could anyone have predicted this? You just had to run your mouth. I had only just thought of it when you blurted it out!"
His roar echoed through the corridor.
Faced with Troll's fury, God Archer looked equally grim. He had also been startled by the sudden change, and for a moment, he did not know how to argue back.
"I—I didn't!"
"Enough! Stop arguing!"
Seeing that the two were about to fight, Taurus hurried forward and pulled them apart.
"Troll! Calm down! No one knew this would happen! This isn't the time to argue over who's right or wrong. We need to decide what to do next!"
"Maybe all of this is just a coincidence! Besides, even if we can't say those two words, do you really think this mission will be that simple? Do you