The Heirloom Seal of the Realm cracked a tiny fissure once more.
Watching this scene.
Ying Zheng thought briefly, then suddenly lowered his hand.
Buzz—
And as he lowered his hand.
The gaze from above the heavens directly fixed upon him.
The crown robe on him showed even clearer signs of disintegration at the sleeve.
And beneath his feet, it became downright exaggerated... towering waves suddenly surged around.
Just a simple gaze.
The powerful suppression seemed to squeeze all the seawater beneath Ying Zheng to the sides, revealing the seabed.
Those who were barely holding on at this moment felt abandoned and squeezed by the world, experiencing an indescribable oppression, clutching their chests and breathing heavily, a few remaining Advanced Empowerers turned their heads with difficulty to watch Ying Zheng.
They were very regretful.
Deeply regretful.
They should have left earlier.
