Their eyes widened, and they took a few steps back towards the edge of the space, trembling.

Astonishment filled their faces, and only the blank stares of the crowd spread out in all directions.

Both Leah and Priscilla were stunned by the sight before them.

They covered their mouths, their clear pupils reflecting the eerie green mist and flowing will-o'-the-wisps, revealing deep astonishment.

Bishop Michaela, standing to the side, faced the mist spreading at his feet and devoutly clasped his hands in a fist-like gesture.

He bowed his head in prayer, silently reciting a prayer.

Those most terrified were undoubtedly the kingdom's nobles who knelt on one knee.

Apart from the Marquis of Sancher, all the other earls involuntarily looked up.

Their gazes were drawn to the huge and mysterious door behind Grand Duke Barlow.

Instantly, a strong sense of detachment filled their entire bodies.

Their bodies gradually withered, like old cocoons emerging from the cocoons of newborn butterflies.

Strands of ethereal green spiritual energy were extracted from their eyes and mouths, swirling and converging upwards.

As their souls departed, eerie green flames ignited in their eyes.

They knelt on the ground, as if offering themselves up in a frenzied sacrifice to some elusive being.

At this moment, countless eerie green souls converged into a swirling storm.

They roared ferociously and madly, circling around Grand Duke Balo's body.

Grand Duke Barlow's gaze pierced through everything, and a ghostly green flame ignited in his eye socket.

It carried a chilling aura that seeped into the bones, revealing an unquestionable decisiveness and authority:

"Therefore, you cannot escape punishment."