Time passed by the second in the midst of the violent thunder and oppressive waiting.
At the edge of the basin, various factions lay in wait like lurking beasts, restraining their agitation, while the tension in the air grew increasingly intense.
Within the ranks of the Rusted Flame Brotherhood, the blue glow of weapon charging flickered uncertainly in the gloom.
On the side of the Black Stone Council, shadows wriggled subtly as if alive, and the aura of the assassins became even more elusive and deadly.
Wen Tianzong remained seated like a stone, but the hum of the Thunder Punishment Mace at his waist seemed a bit clearer.
In other directions, undercurrents surged, with countless greedy eyes glinting in the shadows.
Half an hour later.
In the center of the basin, the dark purple core within the boiling sea of thunder began to pulsate at a rapid pace!
The emitted Origin wave swept out like a tsunami!
