The gale-force winds suddenly stopped, and the flying snow hung suspended in midair.
At the summit, all things froze, even time seeming to have solidified in this very moment.
Buzz!
The void rippled like water as two figures stepped out from it and appeared atop the peak.
They were none other than True Monarch Qingshui and True Lord Hanli.
The two stood in the sky, their gazes sweeping across the summit. Sensing the faint lingering fluctuations there, their eyes narrowed, their expressions grave.
"Fang Mo's judgment was correct. At the very least, it was at the peak of the True Lord Realm, and terrifyingly powerful... but..."
True Monarch Qingshui lightly moved his fingers, seemingly feeling the energy in the void. His expression was solemn. "But why is there the aura of a strange beast within it? It doesn't seem to be a cultivator!"
Buzz!
Suddenly, he snapped his eyes open and reached out. A clump of pale golden bloodstains flew out from the snow. "How is this possible? It was really injured? Fang Mo actually wounded it during their battle across the void?"
He could not help swallowing. The aura scattered through the void made even his heart tremble. He had no confidence in fighting it himself, yet Fang Mo had actually injured it.
"Let me take a look!"
True Lord Hanli was also somewhat puzzled. She closed her eyes, faint blue light rising around her body. The power of her Primordial Spirit plunged into the depths of the void like countless tendrils, tracing the lingering remnants of will that had yet to fully disperse and traveling upstream.
Buzz!
Space-time unfolded before her eyes.
The scene before her rapidly rewound. The gale-force winds reversed, snowflakes swept back upward, and at last, everything froze within a fragment of space-time.
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