Can we really turn the situation around?
The thought of unease and anxiety sprang up unexpectedly in the Zhuo Han Burial King's heart.
And it grew increasingly intense.
It was simply that the gaze was too deep and inscrutable, nothing but indifference to everything.
A calm indifference.
An indifference towards everything in the world.
In the eyes of the other, they, the Burial Kings who had lived for who knows how many years, seemed no different in essence from mayflies that don't even know what a day is.
All were ants.
Those who comply will prosper.
Those who defy will perish.
Swept by that gaze of the figure in snow-white clothes, the Zhuo Han Burial King felt as if his body was filled with lead, unbearably heavy.
It was as if countless enormous mountains fell on his back in an instant.
Under such tremendous pressure, he almost knelt down on the spot.
Suddenly, he felt that his previous line of speculation might be utterly wrong.