Shi Hao looked around, his voice sincere.
Shortly after his voice fell, the oppressive force from the void actually dissipated.
The two Golden Burial Officers, Shen Ming and Sanzang, suddenly regained their normal states.
However, each of them was gasping for air, like people struggling against the current, their bodies drenched in cold sweat, looking very much like survivors of a calamity.
It took a good while for both to barely regain their composure, but the terror on their faces had not faded and still covered every inch of their skin, with shock filling their expressions.
The two exchanged a glance and looked towards Shi Hao. Although they did not speak, the meaning they wanted to convey was quite clear in the depths of their eyes.
What on earth just happened?!
They had clearly done nothing, yet suddenly they felt a disaster looming over them, a sense of impending death, as if they would be directly suppressed if Shi Hao had not spoken up to plead on their behalf.