Silence!
Deathly silence!
[Demon]'s agonized screams still echoed through the hall.
The sight of him collapsing stiffly, blood pouring from all seven orifices, was like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing the flames of greed that had just ignited in [Fool] and [Wolf].
How could this happen?!
The madness and smugness on [Fool]'s face froze completely as he stared at the scene before him in disbelief.
[Demon]'s Fear Erosion might not have been the most powerful attack among the Thrones, but it was certainly the strangest and hardest to guard against.
Even a Throne of the same level would suffer badly if caught unprepared by his psychic shock wave.
Yet now, before he had even touched the hem of Yue Changlong's clothes, the backlash had blasted him into unconsciousness, blood streaming from all seven orifices?
What did that mean?
The gap between their mental powers had reached an unimaginable degree!
They were not even competing in the same dimension!
Meanwhile, [Wolf], who had been about to leap forward and attack Yue Changlong from the other side, forced himself to stop dead.
His green eyes were filled with terror.
In that instant, he had seen what happened a moment before [Death God]'s scythe was about to strike Yue Changlong's neck.
Yue Changlong had not even turned his head.
He had simply... snapped his fingers.
Snap!
One crisp snap of his fingers.
Then [Death God]'s body, moving so fast that even his afterimage was impossible to make out, abruptly froze in midair.
The enormous scythe in his hands, forged from abyss cold iron and reputed to cut through anything, was less than three centimeters from Yue Changlong's neck.
Yet those three centimeters were like an impassable chasm.
[Death God]'s body remained motionless, locked in his striking pose.
His expression had frozen