P.S. Nothing to say. Just helpless.
No one spoke. The silence was absolute.
No one dared challenge Diabolo's authority now. Even the World Lords had to think twice. A demon with such a strange attack was not someone they wanted to provoke.
Besides, this was an area the Abyssal Will watched closely. If they did not want to draw its attention, they were better off avoiding trouble. As World Lords, they had already surpassed the limits of the First Abyss Layer. Only by keeping their auras tightly restrained could they remain here. Even the power of the Laws leaking from them would shatter the surrounding rules, and if they fought, they could use only a fraction of their strength.
For all the earth-shaking force of Karsus and Diabolo's battle, it had not greatly exceeded those limits.
What the World Lords feared was simply Diabolo's strange attack.
They were waiting for the Rule Gate to open. This time, something seemed different about it. It still had not opened, and with the appearance of that Space-Time Rift, they had reason to believe that something extraordinary was about to happen in the Central Prison.
That was why the World Lords of the major factions, who would not normally have come, had gathered here.
The atmosphere had turned strange. Though the World Lords had released none of their auras, their mere presence carried an unfathomable pressure. Hundreds of thousands of demons dared not make a move. They did not even speak loudly.
The members of the Burning Legion gathered behind Diabolo of their own accord and waited in silence.
The other factions did the same. All of them waited—for the Rule Gate to open, or perhaps for someone to break the deadlock.
Hum~
A strange pulse suddenly spread through the world, rippling outward in