The midday sun beat down on the empty street, casting long shadows across the stillness. The usual sounds of city life were nowhere to be found; the street was eerily silent as if time itself had paused.
Two powerful figures stood at one end of the street, their presence overwhelming, the very air around them thick with energy.
A group of cultivators, poised to attack, stood frozen at the other end, their attention fixated on the two individuals. Despite the oppressive silence, the tension in the air was undeniable—something was about to unfold, and no one dared to make the first move.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that even Tyrant Henry and the other commanders of the cultivator groups following the four great sects wanted to flee at this moment.
Even then, they wouldn't be blamed!