Chapter 430: Who Do You Think You Are, Talking to Me Like That?

Two gazes swept in, each carrying a force beyond description. Where they passed, space itself seemed like brittle porcelain, cracking apart inch by inch. "Oh no!" "This is bad!" Stefan Zimmerman and the Commander both blanched. The eyes had not even reached them yet, and a crushing pressure had already descended, making their bodies tremble. They could not even think about dodging. They understood it clearly. If those gazes struck them head-on, they would die without a shred of hope. In the...