In front of the Light of Judgement, the walls of the theater crumbled and disintegrated, only to rapidly start repairing themselves.
The mighty and scorching Light of Judgement was bound within the theater, struggling to breach through.
Even the outermost curtain hanging in front of the stands couldn't be pierced, and it soon dissipated into tumultuous Source Substance, vanishing without a trace.
Huai Shi stood there, stunned.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Huai Shi." The face that Beelzebub had pierced, its lips moved, still emitting a voice, "According to Ivy Vine's calculations, as long as five members of the troupe support with their Stigmata, you cannot break the 'Golden Palace' from within with that weapon."
As he spoke, his features rapidly repaired and healed, returning to their original state. Not even a hair was out of place, and he remained calm.
"By the way, before the next act begins, any attack on the actors will incur punishment... Look, the audience is getting angry."
