Atop the dais, all twenty-four elders slit their wrists at once.
They smeared their golden divine blood over the surface of the Doomsday Horn.
The chief elder drew a deep breath, puffed out his cheeks, pressed his lips tightly against the horn's mouthpiece, and blew with all his divine power!
"Wooo-"
Barely half a note had emerged from the horn's bell.
Standing on the sea's surface, Chu Men picked at his ear and frowned.
He raised a hand, pointed an index finger toward the dais, and said casually.
"What are you screeching about so early in the morning? Can't you see we're about to start renovating over here?"
"I hereby declare that, from this moment on, flight and loud noises are forbidden throughout Heaven."
Hum...!
On the dais, the chief elder's aged face instantly flushed crimson, his eyes bulged, and the veins in his neck stood out.
The air in his lungs was still pouring furiously into the horn.
Yet the [Doomsday Horn], which supposedly could shatter galaxies, seemed to have a wet rag stuffed into its bell.
Forget world-destroying sound waves-it couldn't even squeeze out a fart!
"Pfft... pffft..."
Two comical hisses of escaping air leaked from the rim of the horn.
The chief elder failed to catch his breath and nearly passed out on the spot. Clutching the horn, he roared in horror...
His mouth gaped, his vocal cords vibrated violently, and his lips remained shaped in a roar.
Yet his surroundings were so quiet that a pin dropping could have been heard.
All twenty-four elders clutched their throats, desperately opening their mouths and gesturing.
But not a single sound came out, and the scene instantly turned into a ridiculous pantomime.
Something even more terrifying happened next.
Above them, the army of twenty million Six-Winged Seraphim and Cherubim