Although the old man was not strong, shackled by formation chains and severely wounded, when he spoke there was a mysterious strength.

His voice was not loud, but every word was like a clap of thunder, resounding across the sky and a vast, majestic light aura diffusing in the air.

On the public plaza.

The nearly one hundred thousand figures, at this moment, felt as thoughsome sort of heated object was burning frantically in their chest.

The countless lowered heads ...