The events encountered during this promotion ceremony have already exceeded Bologue's control, yet Bologue still maintained his composure. He knew very well that panic would only hasten his defeat.
Bologue tried hard to control his emotions, observing everything with an absolutely rational perspective. He didn't understand the situation he was experiencing at that moment and could only analyze it with his limited knowledge.
At this moment, Bologue's soul was frozen into an ice sculpture, standing on the earth, while his mind was soaring. Caught in the scorching white storm, he was swept into the howling wind almost in the blink of an eye, like a fallen leaf.
As he approached, Bologue forced his eyes open to observe the core of the storm. It was an absolutely scorching white light. After a brief glance, Bologue felt a burning pain in his pupils. Helplessly shifting his gaze away, he saw the figures swirling around with it.
