"It's still too early for him," Nymeria muttered inwardly. "He is not ready yet."
Assuming it was pointless to continue watching the match, she rose from her seat. Just as she was about to leave, a terrifying pressure descended upon the stage, halting her in place.
Her head snapped toward the source of the pressure, and the moment her eyes fell upon the scene before her, a chill ran down her spine.
Not just her, even the mighty Sect Masters present in the high tower could not help but rise to their feet as they witnessed the absurdity unfolding before them.
"I-is this some kind of joke?" Barbatos muttered, the usual playful expression vanishing from his face as absolute shock overtook his features.
"Im-impossible, this must be some kind of trickery," Aethon added, unable to accept the scene before him.
Even Aurelion, who remained unfazed by most events, could not help but stare at the stage with widened eyes.
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Thirty seconds earlier...
