A full thirty million legionnaires—every single one at the Sage Lord realm!
All eyes converged on that true Sage Master of Oblivion Originkin.
The air solidified. Even breathing seemed to stop.
The Sage Master's mouth twitched violently, his pupils contracting sharply from shock.
Locked by so many gazes, his scalp felt as if it were exploding—like his very soul was about to be torn apart.
He felt as though he had poked a hole in the sky. He had only wanted to probe the depths of the Divine Sanctuary.
And now? Tens of millions of Sage Lord soldiers!
For a moment, he had the urge to cry.
The world sank into a deathly silence.
At this instant, whether it was the Apocalypse Sanctum temple lord Lindsey hidden in the dark, or Thoreau of Elysium Starrealm, Leon the Thunder Warden clan head, or even the Saintess of Truth, the Slaughter Angel, and the many powerhouses from across the Star Sea—everyone was "satisfied."
They had all seen what they came to see.
