The malice flashed like a stone thrown into a dead pool, causing ripples before quickly returning to silence.
But it had clearly imprinted a vivid coordinate full of decay and greed on Si Lingle's perception map—deep within the shadows where about three Crystal Peaks intersect ahead to the right.
No hesitation, no probing words. In this place of judgment and exile, any sound is superfluous; power is the only language.
The traces of Divine Blood beneath Si Lingle's feet suddenly shone brightly!
The ancient, forcibly erased symbol on the ground became several times clearer in an instant, as if flowing with invisible blood.
Three faint golden phantoms rose skyward from the head of the remains, not physical entities, but the indelible will of the extinct race! They carried ancient sorrow and anger, converging into three streams of invisible Power of Laws, instantly augmenting Si Lingle!
