The deathly silence engulfed the space like a tide, and even the sound of a pin dropping could be clearly heard.
Qin An's voice suddenly tore through this stillness, like a flash of bright lightning splitting the night.
Everyone turned their heads in unison, their gazes fixed on him like arrows.
If it weren't for the previous tense standoff between Lu Wufeng and Zheng Qun Mountain, these middle-tier cultivators might not have been so sensitive.
But now, with Qin An speaking and the previously tense atmosphere, many eyes were already flickering with dark undercurrents.
Wang Yue suddenly turned back: "Did Mr. Qin just say something?"
Qin An's gaze was like frost, sweeping over the surroundings: "The array is silently reconstructing, everything around us has been altered—the second trial is coming."
Before the crowd could react, the ground suddenly trembled.
At first, it was a slight tremor, but in an instant, it turned into a turbulent upheaval that made standing difficult.
