"High Priest Hamna just died so simply?!"
"This was a Curse Spirit that survived the Insect Devouring Punishment for three hundred years and was most likely to advance to the Sixth Order before the end of this era."
"Your Majesty, the Wild Hunt King, wouldn't this pool of blood on the ground be one of the Ten Calamities, ready to jump up and kill someone at any moment?"
More people turned their eyes to the Holy Lance of Origin in his hand, which looked like it was just in its rudimentary form.
With a hint of fear in their eyes.
Byron nonchalantly spun the lance, and the Holy Spear of Origin disappeared, a refreshing smile on his face:
"Everyone, my ability just happens to counteract this type of collective consciousness, it's not worth mentioning, it's still far from the Truth Embodiments of your schools."
What he didn't mention was that penetrating the collective subconscious ocean of all beings and poisoning to kill was just the most trivial use of the Holy Lance.
