A low growl came out and reverberated into the room. It caused the ground itself to shake.
These Nascent Spirit cultivators felt the cores in their chest tighten, as if it had just been pounced upon by a tiger, looking directly at its maws.
This kind of reaction came from instinct itself. People found themselves holding their breaths in fear. Even though they were Nascent Spirit cultivators, with powers that could rewrite reality itself, they still felt as if they were in the presence of a divine being sending down its orders.
The violet, gassy hand stopped in its place. The Rebornian opposition controlling it felt his own power constrict. His face twisted in pain as he felt the power in his hands start to feel the effects.
Losing all of its momentum, the violet hand stalled in the air. It couldn't move! Its speed, which should have been comparable to lightspeed, had slowed down significantly, to the point where even a snail could outpace it!
