The instant the Weird Gun landed in his hand, the milky-white patterns on its body lit up in the night.
It was not fluorescent powder applied afterward, nor light sparked by some kind of energy, but something purer and more ancient.
Like sunlight piercing the clouds and spilling onto the earth, warm yet impossible to look at directly.
The light was not dazzling, but every Weird present sensed it at the very same instant.
A crushing pressure descended from above.
The cold smile at the corners of the Silver-Haired Female Weird's lips froze.
The Burly Man had been grinning, his tusks gleaming coldly in the moonlight, ready to watch a one-sided slaughter.
But now his tusks clenched together, and a fine layer of sweat seeped out over his dark blue-green scales.
His breathing grew heavy, and his limbs felt as heavy as lead.
The Hunched Elder's hand trembled slightly on his bone staff.
The two balls of ghostly green fire in his eye sockets flickered violently, like candles swept by a gale, threatening to go out at any moment.
Even the fog surrounding the ever-silent Fog Weird grew turbulent, like a lake disturbed by a thrown stone, rippling with unease.
"So... the Innate Yang Steel really is in your hands!"
The Burly Man forced the words from deep in his throat, each one laden with incredulous horror.
His naturally booming voice still thundered, but everyone could hear the tremor within it.
Innate Yang Steel suppressed all Weirds. This was a law etched deep into their blood.
Even though he was at the eighth tier, even though he already stood at the pinnacle of the Weird world, he still could not fully escape this instinctive suppression.
They could clearly feel their strength being forcibly driven down a substantial notch.
Their eighth-tier