The demeanor of the Divine King was as it had always been: robed in white without a speck of dust, his black hair dancing lightly, and his eyes as deep as the ocean, possessing an unparalleled charisma.
He advanced step by step, compelling the eleven Saint Master Level figures and two ancient fiends to retreat involuntarily, fear gripping each of their hearts.
The peerless Divine King, resurrected, single-handedly faced thirteen supreme powerhouses. Yet, he moved as if through an empty realm, his presence alone intimidating them all—a truly world-shaking display of might.
Among the Heroic Lords present, some wished to retreat. But the realization that the divine city was sealed caused their hearts to sink; perhaps a desperate battle was their only recourse.
BOOM!
