At this moment, Lin Hui wore a gentle smile, his expression placid. He even spoke as if making casual small talk.
But in truth, threads of hidden killing intent had already locked onto Bai Lu.
A strange, cryptic light flashed in Bai Lu's eyes.
"That's easy enough."
He reached out and tapped lightly on the table beside him.
DONG.
In that instant, a transparent ripple spread out from the point of impact.
The ripple expanded far faster than the speed of sound. It shot out from the Divine Palace at a stunning velocity, vanishing in a flash as it blanketed the entire host of gods across a radius of several thousand kilometers.
All the Fog Spirits and their divine descendants, who had been anxious, agitated, and chaotic, swiftly grew quiet under the wave's influence.
It was as if a part of every god's emotions had been forcefully extracted and erased in that single moment.
