C198 Who Is Calling Me?(1)

The cold, haughty voice echoed from the Martial Competing Platform, imbued with an air of supreme disdain and a detached, imperious presence.

An intangible force of intimidation radiated outward, enveloping everyone in the Safe Peace Underground Square with a palpable sense of oppression.

It was as though not a mere mortal, but a deity, stood upon the stage