The Borisin roaring into a charge suddenly froze in midair, as if someone had hit pause.
A tiny red dot appeared on its forehead, and its eyes went empty.
Boom! Its hill-like body smashed into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
No sound followed.
It had not even known how it died.
Inside and outside the prison, everything fell deathly silent in an instant. The remaining Borisin and People from the Heavens had not even had time to put away the vicious looks on their faces before they all froze there, their eyes bulging round as they looked at the corpse on the ground, then at Mo Wang, who looked as if nothing had happened. A chill shot up from the soles of their feet straight to the crowns of their heads.
No, seriously, just like that? He killed it outright?!
"Hey," Mo Wang said, amused, clapping his hands. "I'm saying, you Borisin really are short a few screws, huh? In such a hurry to get yourselves killed?"
The moment he finished speaking—
Bzzzz!!!
An indescribable "force" erupted from Mo Wang! The air instantly turned thick as glue, light twisted, and even time and space seemed to fall into chaos.
Every enemy, no matter how ferocious they had been a moment ago, had now become wooden stakes, fixed in place, unable to move, unable to cry out, unable even to roll their eyes. Only the fear in their hearts kept flooding their minds like a frantic screen of messages.
Jingliu, who had shown little expression the entire time, tilted her black-cloth-covered face slightly.
Though she could not see, she felt it—this power was wrong! This was not something an Emanator should have! This power was clearly far above an Emanator's!
"This aura...?!"
Among that group of enemies, one