Within the Imperial Hall, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive, suffocating all present.
Tyrin and Lin Qinghe both emitted an invisible pressure that enveloped the entire hall.
Tyrin still sat firmly there, unmoving, yet a Destroyer within the hall shouted coldly, "Impudent."
It was one of the Saint Tiya Clan's Destroyers, Tils.
A sharp aura emanated from him, his Source Power rampaging.
"Boom..." Suddenly, a terrifying spiritual power surged into Tils' mind. In an instant, he felt his mental domain being madly invaded, and Lin Qinghe's figure appeared directly in the depths of his mind.
Lin Qinghe extended his left hand, and suddenly, Tils' body seemed to be frozen, slowly levitating.
"Buzz." As Lin Qinghe's arm swept across, Tils' body directly slammed into the Imperial Hall with a loud crash, shaking the entire hall.
