The air seemed to freeze, and time itself seemed to grow thick and sluggish.
Across the plaza, thousands of eyes fixed intently on the reviewing stand, on the young figure wreathed in fine yet terrifying purple arcs of lightning.
The powerful pressure weighed down on everyone like lead, leaving them struggling to breathe.
In the silent plaza, the only sound was the crackling of electricity, beating clearly against every heart.
This suffocating silence lasted for about three minutes.
To the people below, counting every second as if it were a year, those three minutes stretched on like a century.
At last, the countless tiny arcs of lightning that flickered in and out of existence in Lin Yi's eyes suddenly drew back, vanishing completely into the depths of his gaze.
The purple lightning dancing and swirling around him flowed back into the sea like a hundred rivers, vanishing into his body in an instant.
The terrifying pressure that had blanketed the entire plaza and struck fear into every heart receded like the tide.
"Whew."
Almost at the same time, a wave of uncontrollable, relieved sighs rose across the plaza.
Many people even instinctively wiped the cold sweat that had gathered on their foreheads, their faces pale as if they had just been fished out of the water.
Lin Yi blinked, quickly adjusted to the scene before him, and immediately understood what had happened.
After a brief moment of thought, he decided to change his plans and reveal a little more of what he could do.
With all these outstanding talents gathered here, and having reached enlightenment because of it, my original plan was too cautious—too small-minded. There are so many heroes in the universe. What harm is there in showing everyone a little more?
As he thought this, Lin Yi put