"Divine Paragon?"
"…"
Yuan remained silent despite being called out to, his gaze fixed solely on the portal just a few steps away.
Without uttering a single word, he began walking toward it.
Seeing this, the Demon Sealers standing in his path instinctively moved aside, their eyes locked onto his face without blinking.
Once Yuan reached Qian Chu's supporters, he lowered his gaze to the person standing before him.
The man immediately began sweating profusely, his clothes darkening within moments as cold sweat drenched his body.
"Three…"
Yuan suddenly started counting down, sending shivers down everyone's spine.
"Two…"
"Y-You can't fool me!" the Demon Sealer suddenly shouted, his voice cracking at the very beginning.
"The Divine Paragon has long since died! How dare you use his face for such a shameless stunt?!"
The moment the other Demon Sealers heard those words, they finally snapped out of their stupor, as though abruptly regaining their senses.
