At this moment, a series of accusation letters, scattered like celestial flowers, spread across the table with a crisp sound, leaving everyone pale-faced.
As if falling into an icy abyss.
It's like waking up from a self-satisfied dream, suddenly realizing the terrifying reality before them, and even glimpsing an even more frightening future.
"You all truly possess extraordinary skills, one by one."
Yidra sneered, "Speak up, why are you silent now? Weren't you speaking loudly just a moment ago? Let me see, who else has any earth-shattering words to say? Any more grievances or injustices to accuse?"
"Saint have mercy!"
Amidst a series of sounds of kneeling, each figure trembled as they prostrated themselves on the ground, unable to speak further, leaving only the miserable crying and wailing.
Fully expressing disbelief and horror, and even the regret of being deceived.
How much of it is acting, and how much is genuine?
Yidra lowered his eyes, looking indifferently from above.
