But, he is the center.
The only will in this space.
At the forefront of the Celestial Punishment Association's camp, a black-robed figure with the deepest aura, whose mask edges faintly reveal dark gold patterns, suppressed the trembling in his soul and bravely stepped forward with extreme difficulty.
His posture was lowered.
He bowed deeply toward the silhouette ahead, his voice dry and hoarse:
"City Lord. With your presence here, what are your instructions?"
His voice was particularly jarring and abrupt in the stagnant air.
City Lord Da Lei seemed not even to bother to lift an eyelid, remaining with his back to everyone.
A voice, flat without any emotional fluctuation, resonated clearly in everyone's ears:
"Discuss everything after the contest ends."
"Understand?"
The leading black-robed figure's body suddenly stiffened.
Cold sweat immediately appeared on his forehead beneath the mask.
He obviously hadn't expected the City Lord to intervene so directly and firmly.
