A finger casually beckons.
Above Hadara, past experiences, memories, and even deeply buried thoughts, like images forcibly played, uncontrollably project into the air!
The scenes rapidly shift, only slowing when involving information about the Holy Court, Wu Heng, and other details.
"A group established by a few heroes, presumptuously trying to override the Holy Court?" The Divine Spirit's voice is devoid of joy or anger, only an indifferent gaze like looking down on ants, "Elf Race... it seems they have been too comfortable for too long, and there are too many heroes."
Before the words have finished, the 'God' lightly flicks a finger.
No earth-shattering explosion, no radiant energy brilliance.
Under the terrified gaze of everyone in the meeting room, Hadara, the chief of the association and the mighty elf hero, disintegrates in an instant.
