The mercenaries' steps involuntarily staggered, retreating continuously, and those who were only Bronze Rank professionals were even forced to kneel on one knee by the sudden pressure, their tightly held weapons trembling slightly. Their eyes, besides shock, held an unprecedented fear.
At this moment, Lis seemed to become the core of the plaza, his will supreme, overlooking everyone present. The mercenaries' eyes, originally cunning, indifferent, or resolute, now all coincidentally converged on Lis, carrying a trace of tremor and an undisguisable awe.
How could this be?!!
Holan, being the closest to Lis, felt it most acutely.
From the first glance at Lis, he realized that the young man before him was very strong, stronger than himself.
But he did not expect to such an extent that merely releasing his aura made him abandon any thoughts of resistance.
He had encountered Golden Rank professionals, but none had ever given him such a sense of powerlessness.
Could he be a legend?
