Within the cave, golden light intertwined with thunder, casting the silhouettes of four opposing figures.
Qin Tian stood before the three, the Black Frost Saber pointing obliquely at the ground, its blade wrapped with purple-gold lightning like serpentine spirits, emitting a buzzing sound.
Around him, the Thunder Domain quietly unfolded, countless tiny arcs leaping around him, turning the air into a faint blue halo, making him appear like the Thunder God descending to the world.
His gaze calmly swept over the three.
There was no killing intent, no anger, not even any noticeable emotional fluctuation in that gaze—just calm, so calm it was like a pool of dead water.
Yet it was this very calm that caused the three facing him to feel an indescribable sense of oppression.
Ossar's forehead was soaked with fine beads of sweat, Feili's fingers unconsciously tightened around her dagger, and even Saral, this Tier Eight Holy Blood Asura, felt a slight oppression.
How is this possible?
