Chapter 452: After You

"Bunch of idiots!" Damian Quixall sneered, contempt curling at the corner of his mouth. Then something baffling happened. Instead of pressing forward, Damian Quixall halted and even retreated a few steps. The crowd exchanged confused looks. "What's going on?" Everett Waller asked, his voice low. Flynn Lincoln's brow snapped down. "This is bad!" Benson Santee's fingertips were less than an inch from the two Red Mystic Holy Edicts. At that exact moment, one of them erupted with a wildly chaotic...