1912 Challenge Coming from First Liege

Time flew by and, soon, three days had passed.

The three-day deadline that Yogg announced officially ended.

Only a couple of people prostrated themselves before Aza's throne at the door of the borderless mystic territory.

Nobody could tell whether He was happy or sad from His facial expression. However, Yogg, Nyarlathotep and Shub looked terrible at the moment.

Aza opened His eyes slowly, glancing across the couple of people who were prostrating themselves to surrender to Him.

The most powerful one was only a dominator-level rank-4 powerhouse, while the remaining few people were basically at rank-2 and rank-3. There was also one dominator-level rank-1 powerhouse.

They were shaking as Aza glanced at them.

They could clearly sense His glance, and it felt like He had seen through everything about them and that they could not hide any secrets before this man.