"Kneel and prostrate yourself before this Sovereign!"
As Zayne's words fell upon them, so did the bloodline pressure he had released on the powerhouses within the command room.
The invisible but tangible weight caused by his bloodline pressure forced all of them to kneel and prostrate on the ground, regardless of their willpower and strength!
When doing so, they couldn't help but feel fear in their hearts. It was like the instinct and fear of encountering a top predator of the food chain!
Even Benedict Winsmore, a battle-hardened war veteran and a four-star general, couldn't help but have his eyes widen in fear!
Not daring to gaze at Zayne, Benedict's lowered his head, his thoughts running, 'Who is this young man?! How come I can't even lift my head in his presence?!'
'Facing him even felt like a mere single-celled paramecium confronting a fully evolved human! He's way out of my league. It feels as if I'm merely a lowly existence that shouldn't dare stand as equals before him!'
