The silence hanging over the scorched crater of the White Dragon Sect was suffocating, fraught with an uncanny, hair-raising dread that paralyzed the gathered players.
The sheer, terrifying weight of Shen Haoran's piercing golden gaze felt like an invisible razor pressed directly against their real-world minds.
His casual declaration, acknowledging that they hailed from another world entirely, had shattered their perceived boundary between the digital realm and objective reality, leaving their hearts pounding with genuine, primal horror.
At this moment, a man with the name ThickThighsSaveLives shouted, "BallsDeep! Use taunt and aggro him! Everyone! Run and grab anyone from the White Dragon Sect and use TP back to the sect!"
The frantic roar broke the petrifying spell like a bucket of freezing water thrown over their heads.
ThickThighsSaveLives, a heavily armored vanguard with a jagged iron shield strapped to his left arm, didn't hesitate for a fraction of a second.
