Bologue's shout was like a supreme iron law. As the mark of the Staff Sword appeared in the eyes of all the Fuyras, the frenzied, approaching Fuyras, like legions, suddenly halted in their tracks. Their gazes were entirely captivated by that mark of the Staff Sword, and for the first time, different emotions emerged on their cold faces.
Confusion, puzzlement, bewilderment, surprise...
At this moment, they appeared like living human beings, displaying a myriad of emotions, hesitating in place without rashly attacking.
Bologue took a deep breath involuntarily; he had made the right gamble.
Within the Order Bureau, there was a strict division of authority. In facing the Fuyras who had gathered the entire power of the Ruins District, Bologue gambled on the idea that there were still some remnants of underlying logic from the Cultivation Room within the Ruins District.
