As Han Li's words fell, San Mu and Xuan Yu's expressions darkened at the same time.
"There's reinforcements!"
Both of them felt a chill in their hearts.
What chilled them even more was that this person had remained hidden until now, yet they had not sensed a thing.
Yet the golden spear before Han Li did not slow in the slightest. Instead, its radiance abruptly condensed, transforming into an even more concentrated golden streak that stabbed straight toward the core of the blood cocoon—clearly, the one controlling the spear had decided to kill her first and deal with everything else afterward.
However, just as the spear tip was about to touch the blood cocoon's surface, a golden sandglass no larger than a fist silently appeared.
"Ding."
It was as though the nearly inaudible sound of falling grains of sand echoed deep within their souls.
Everything around them abruptly froze.
The ice spikes filling the sky stopped, without the slightest sound. Only the golden spear containing the power of law still had a point of golden light flashing fiercely at its tip as it continued to advance toward the blood cocoon inch by inch.
Space seemed to have turned into viscous golden amber, while the golden spear was an insect struggling desperately within it.
Amid that absolutely stagnant silence, a blurry figure stepped out from the void thirty feet behind Xuan Yu.
It was Zhang Tie.
His expression was calm. A flash of black light flickered between his brows, and an inch-long little sword wreathed in black lightning shot forth.
The little sword carried no astonishing momentum. With merely a flash of black radiance, it had already plunged into the back of Xuan Yu's head. Xuan Yu's frozen eyes shifted slightly, as though he wanted to look behind him, but in