Mo Chen's face abruptly stiffened. His expression kept shifting-conflict, fear, hesitation... until it finally twisted into a vicious, hysterical snarl!
He turned to the Collector and Lord Ten Thousand Woods beside him. "Black King has gone too far! Let's fight him! I refuse to believe the three of us together can't take on one man!"
Boom!
A terrifying pressure erupted in an instant. Mo Chen's eyes turned blood-red, and a low growl like rolling thunder rumbled from his throat.
His aura climbed steadily, and his white, gold-trimmed military coat billowed without wind.
Suddenly, the space behind him warped, and a shadow resembling a black hole slowly took shape.
As the phantom black hole appeared, a savage suction erupted through the banquet hall.
The crystal chandelier swayed violently beneath the vaulted ceiling, sending light and shadows dancing.
The floor tiles trembled as well. The roses on the surrounding carved columns instantly broke apart, and countless crimson petals whirled wildly through the air.
Even the faint glimmers drifting through the air were swept up by an invisible force, becoming visible streaks of light that raced into the black hole.
The guests' robes were dragged backward by the suction. Even the air seemed to have been sucked away, making it extremely difficult for them to breathe.
They shrieked and clung desperately to the columns, terrified of being sucked into the black hole.
Only then did everyone realize what it truly meant to be a Federation lieutenant general: power that was no weaker than that of the Ten Kings.
Yet however powerful he was, he still faced Black King with fear written all over his face, not daring to attack and only defending himself.
Gao Bancheng and the others rose in unison, their expressions tense, ready to rush over to help.
Cunning Rabbit stopped