The gravity of her words plunged the majority of the Yin Lords aboard into a frenzied panic, their hearts chilling as the realization of their contemptible fate settled upon them.
The voice of the Frost Demon Wyrm was effortlessly amplified by her spiritual power, allowing it to penetrate and remain audible even through the ship's defensive screens.
Xiao Ming and Xue Mao sensed the pervasive terror in the room, visibly displayed by their fellow passengers.
It was almost laughable how the wyrm's mere threat had reduced them to senseless fear. There was no trace of resistance in their tear-filled, terrified eyes, only a desperate plea for freedom, or perhaps the complete erasure from this catastrophic encounter.
They kept casting meaningful glances toward Xiao Ming, tacitly suggesting he intervene.
The divine being had spared him before; who could say his good fortune wouldn't save them all this time?
