Lu Ce's voice was enormous, the rolling sound waves like divine edicts churning through the city's sky.
However, Perfect Life standing closest to him seemed completely deaf to it.
Because right now, he was staring at the astonishing scene before him, his mind struggling to process it, his pupils having constricted sharply moments before!
Everything else was somewhat explainable, could be attributed to displays of power, but this feat of gesturing into empty space and silencing the entire city had genuinely shocked Perfect Life.
What did this mean?
Had he actually formed genuine faith?!
What exactly had happened during the time he was performing his calculations? What crucial moment had he missed?
Moreover, that feeling of pressing down on emptiness gave him a sense of effortless mastery, as if the man was utterly confident and completely certain this move would produce exactly this response.
This...
Perfect Life looked up, staring directly at the profile of "Sin" beside him.
He wanted to observe the man's facial condition this time, to see if the mask had fused with his face yet.
Clearly, it hadn't. That meant this guy hadn't entered that berserk state yet and should still be relatively "normal."
But this time, in his eyes, "Sin" looked utterly bizarre no matter how he looked at him.
Previously, no matter which mask "Sin" wore, he always gave off that insane, utterly deranged feeling, like someone who had escaped from a mental institution.
But now, this golden face felt... perfectly fitting.
Even though his sudden declaration of being the Saint Lord, directly becoming a world's savior, was also crazy.
But if you really put yourself in that world, if there truly was a Saint Lord there, then it should be him! It should be exactly like he is now!
Thinking this, Perfect Life's body couldn't help but shudder.
Meanwhile, Lu Ce didn't care what was going through the mind of the guy beside him. He continued speaking to the entire city:
"All Saints, come out now."
"And while you're at it, people from the [Demon] faction, show yourselves too."
!!!
Instantly, everyone in the city below began looking at each other with suspicion and unease. The Saint Lord had spoken—it seemed there were actually Demons hidden among them?
The recent events were still fresh in their minds, and for a moment, everyone became like startled birds.
As for the Saint faction players hidden among the crowd, quietly observing everything, they were now collectively losing their minds.
Who the hell would dare go out now!?
Everyone initially agreed they were all just Saints playing a game in this world, and you could even change factions freely.
The only fixed rule was that one of you and the Death Messenger had to die, and it didn't even specify whether you two could switch factions!
Now, for no apparent reason, you've become the Saint Lord, gained a large group of quite powerful fanatics who clearly look ready to die for you.
That number had long exceeded normal limits. Even an idiot could see now that those New Saints probably weren't normal players.
The Death Messenger over there hadn't shown herself for some reason, no one knew what she was thinking.
This was supposed to be a game to eliminate the "Sin" anomaly, but now it seemed like "Sin" was about to crush you instead.
They absolutely didn't dare claim to be "teammates" of the [Saint] faction at a time like this. "Sin" had a fierce reputation, and killing teammates seemed like a very simple matter for him.
Besides Perfect Life, who would dare fly over so directly right now?
Wordcaster-Bai muttered under his breath, thinking that if he'd known the [Saint Lord] was you, he wouldn't have spoken up at all—he wouldn't even have come to this city!
Tch, is he going to come after me later? I just fought that new Saint archer for ages before barely getting away.
"Don't waste time."
"Do I need to drag you out myself?"
Jiang Yuan on the side was already frowning deeply. He'd long heard the Saint Lord had other followers under him, but were they... disobeying orders now!?
Perfect Life assessed the situation, his insight into the crowd's mentality seemingly crystal clear.
He thought, I really owe you one. For the greater good at a time like this, it falls to me to say something, doesn't it?
Slowly raising his right hand, a small Eight Trigrams diagram gradually materialized in his palm.
"Everyone, come out and meet. You're already here."
"We're all from the same faction, let's cooperate fully."
As he spoke, the Eight Trigrams began spinning wildly, and several locations within the city actually began glowing with golden light!
After deploying the city-wide formation earlier, Perfect Life's understanding of this city was extremely clear.
In one move, he actually pinpointed all the Saints hiding here!
Instantly, the Saints collectively cursed in their hearts. They were truly caught between a rock and a hard place now. Being teammates with "Sin" was terrifying, but switching factions at this moment was suicidal.
As for the [Demon] faction members, they didn't even need to be mentioned. Their strongest fighter, Sun, was recovering from injuries, and the Death Messenger was completely MIA. What a joke! Of course, most of them had already run away, not staying in Gen City.
For a moment, all the Saints looked up, meeting the gaze of the New Saint forces Lu Ce had gathered himself. For a moment, they just stared at each other in silence.
Jiang Yuan and the others wore unfriendly expressions, looking ready to fight at any moment.
"Which of you wants to quickly switch factions and join the Demons right now?"
These words made everyone's expressions change. No one spoke, the atmosphere growing heavy.
In this state, looking at Pride in this form, most people still felt some mental intimidation, a sense of fear creeping in.
"I don't care. Your existence is meaningless to me anyway."
"Actually, I originally planned to just eliminate all of you. It would be more convenient."
The Saints: !?
Is he going to kill his own teammates right from the start?
After pausing briefly, just as Jiang Yuan was about to take action, Pride continued speaking:
"But thinking about it, doing that would seem like I'm afraid of Him, worried He might play some tricks to scheme against me."
"Actually, it doesn't matter. Whether you people betray me or not isn't within my consideration. You can switch and leave right now if you want."
"But if any of you do defect, take a message to that turtle who only showed its face once."
"Tell Him: He is even weaker, more exceptionally weak, than all the other Divine Messengers I've encountered!"
"I won't give Him much time. My seal will come very soon. So if He's preparing some little trick, He might not have enough time. He should hurry! These words... are spoken by the Saint Lord!"
As Lu Ce spoke, he was practically grabbing his own mask.
The worship of the masses, the identity of Saint Lord—while it seemed to have increased his mask fusion rate, the overload was clearly still lacking something.
As his words echoed, a distant voice carried from the horizon.
"What, is that face of yours growing impatient?"
Xie Antong's figure stood at the city's edge. At this moment, she was the only [Demon] here!