Under Thea's pressure and cold glare, the around twenty middle stage Stellar ranked guards, couldn't let alone resist but even talk, despite being underwater it was clear they were sweating maybe because their sweat had a different density than regular water making it visible, as they inwardly cursed.
'Damn, how can we even answer under this horrifying pressure!', they screamed in their hearts.
Daimon slightly smirked as he observed the current situation, those were all entry level middle stage Stellar ranks, even of there were more than a dozen of them joining hands, they would be unable to lay a single finger on Thea whose battle prowess can rival high stage Stellar ranks.