The sight of the Starlord's unbridled display of tyrannical might sent Ming Yuling's senses staggering into the hollow abyss of despair. After escaping death once, her focus had snapped back, yet it had been broken entirely after seeing how easily the Starlord suppressed everyone else. Her body couldn't stop shivering when the Starlord's piercing gaze swept across her body.
The unease was distressing and uncomfortable. An urge to flee simmered in the pit of her stomach, yet her feet refused to move.
"Juni-Junior Brother Yun…" She subconsciously called out as her mind grasped straws for comfort. Yi Yun's cultivation was the same as hers, and he was younger by several decades. He hadn't even been recognized as an official Chosen, recklessly coming to the Chosen King Competition as a Dark Chosen. She didn't know why she sought out hope in his presence.