"Freeze!"
A heavy, cold shout carried through the air. The word "freeze" echoed continuously around them, and along with that shout, an obscure magical power began to ripple in a mysterious manner.
As soon as the word fell, the figure charging toward Wu Yan with unstoppable momentum abruptly froze before him!
The sharp claws were only a few centimeters from Wu Yan's chest. The hideous monster had already reached him, and Bing Mian used all his strength to thrust his claws forward.
Yet no matter what he did, he could not close those few short centimeters and pierce Wu Yan's chest!
"What is going on?!" Bing Mian screamed, his seven pupils glaring furiously at Wu Yan.
"What did you do?!"
Wu Yan smiled faintly. He glanced at Bing Mian's ugly face, twisted with rage, clicked his tongue, and turned his head away.
"It was only a little Word Spirit Art..."
"Word Spirit..." Bing Mian froze.
"Art?..." Bing Ling and the Peak Eighth Order experts frowned.
Seeing Bing Ling and the others' baffled expressions, Wu Yan scratched his cheek, unsure how to explain it to them. In the end, he could only say this.
"Simply put, it is an art that can force others to act according to the words you speak, or influence what they do. Well, just think of it as magic..."
"Magic that can forcibly regulate another person's actions or influence what they do..." Bing Ling and the others were shocked. They exchanged glances, each seeing the uncertainty in the others' eyes.
They had never even heard of magic that could forcibly regulate someone's actions and influence what they did...
Did such miraculous magic exist in the Sparlier World?
Wouldn't anyone who learned it become invincible?
At that thought, even though this was not the time to be