His gaze swept across the hundreds of Divine Rank experts. None dared to meet his eyes. The leaders of the Four God Nation, the commanders of the Seven Overlord Forces, and dozens of other peak experts all stood frozen with beads of sweat trailing down their temples.
Mark's voice thundered across the sea.
"Who unsealed my soul?"
The words struck like a hammer against their hearts. The air trembled under the force. Many leaders felt their knees weaken. Not one dared to respond. They all knew the truth—they were preparing to kill Mark by using his greatest weakness, one he didn't realize existed. Even a slight slip could reveal their intentions.
So silence prevailed.
Mark's eyes narrowed dangerously at the wall of silence. The ocean itself churned violently beneath him in response to his irritation.
None of the leaders spoke.
None dared to breathe too loudly.
