Cold sweat rolled off his pale forehead, dripping onto the ground of the Memorial Square.
If his dream was true, then he might have previously been controlled by a very strong Ninth-order Blood Clan, thereby having his will altered, poised to obey the other party at the critical moment.
Not far from him, in front of the Fourth Military God's Jade Throne.
Yaspeel also felt a sharp pain from her prosthetic eye, as if countless needles were stabbing.
She instinctively wanted to raise her hand to cover it but endured because this was one of the grandest ceremonies of the Cerryti Empire. She, as the Guardian Emperor's war god, held an important position and couldn't lose composure.
She held her breath, striving to maintain an unmovable posture.
The same condition was experienced by Fifth War God Yunmu Lugayard, whose face also looked paler than usual.
As an influential Eighth-order doctor, he could adjust his state better than others.
