Fire.
The Judicial Court's prison ignited in blazing flames.
But the firelight flickered only for an instant.
Many people merely had a few strands of hair singed before the flames extinguished.
Shen Ye snapped his fingers:
"That's enough."
Humans.
Must not be killed.
Not even one.
As long as the entries are devoured, it will suffice.
With Shen Ye's thought, the crowd reappeared on the street, frozen in their previous postures.
After a moment longer.
"Blood"-type entries were completely consumed, and they would slowly regain consciousness.
But this was, admittedly, a troublesome matter.
-- Falling asleep, only to awaken and find themselves suddenly standing in the street.
Collective sleepwalking?
That wouldn't sound plausible.
Shen Ye sighed, clasping his hands together to form a Spell Seal.
-- Heavenly Technique!
The Heavenly Technique could transform dreams into reality and reality into dreams.
However, this time, there was no need for such thoroughness.
