"Is running all you can do..."
"Zhou Heng..."
"Lord of Compassion · ...%￥%...￥ · (*^▽^*) · (•́へ•́╬) · Yixuxi"-that indifferent, calm voice echoed above the Compassion Realm, as though a mighty deity were bestowing his grace.
The voice was not loud, yet it penetrated every inch of space in the Compassion Realm, reverberating between heaven and earth like an ancient bell.
At that moment, every living being who heard the voice dropped to one knee the instant they heard it, devoutly worshipping the great Lord of Compassion who had descended.
Whatever they were doing, they all put everything aside at the same moment and prostrated themselves on the ground.
This was not voluntary. It was an instinct etched into their souls.
Zhou Heng did not respond. Imitating the posture of "Lord of Compassion · ...%￥%...￥ · (*^▽^*) · (•́へ•́╬) · Yixuxi," he held Xin Ling'er in his right palm in a pose of compassion, his figure flickering rapidly through the Compassion Realm like an illusory bubble.
One light-year, two light-years, three light-years.
Every flicker was precise and unhurried, as casual as a stroll through his own backyard.
Whether they were the sound-based attacks attempting to strike Zhou Heng-the majestic sound waves that condensed the power of compassion into tangible form-or other radiance-based attacks, those brilliant pillars of light pouring down like heavenly punishment, they all lost their target the instant before they touched him.
"Lord of Compassion..."
"I told you..."
"If this is all you've got, you can't take me down..."
Zhou Heng flickered more than two light-years away, leaving behind his majestic, indifferent divine voice before his figure vanished once again.
And the instant Zhou Heng vanished after leaving those words behind, "Lord of Compassion · ...%￥%...￥ · (*^▽^*) · (•́へ•́╬) · Yixuxi" appeared where he had just stood.