"Announcement, from this moment, the Small Secret Realm will be reclaimed, those with bloodline contamination will die, and the others will all be incorporated into Great Xia."
As the words fell, a trace of indifference and coldness flashed in the depths of Lin Ping'an's eyes, as if a god high above passing judgment.
His long and well-defined fingers paused slightly in mid-air, as if searching for some invisible thread in the air.
The fingertip trembled lightly, seemingly random yet incredibly precise in pointing into the Void.
At that moment, it seemed as though the entire space subtly quivered due to this action.
His finger was like an invisible paintbrush, sketching a mysterious and unfathomable trajectory on the boundless canvas of Space Law.
With this touch, faint ripples appeared around the space.
Like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, spreading layers of spatial ripples.
