Time seemed to have been precisely severed at that instant.
The tip of the Asura Demon Sword, condensed with endless killing intent and capable of piercing through stars, was only a hair's breadth from Yue Zhengyu's back. Its fierce sword aura had even pierced the holy light shield formed by burning his origin, leaving a distinct dent in his sacred armor.
Yet, at that very moment, the space between Yue Zhengyu and the Asura Demon Sword collapsed inward without warning, like a shattered mirror.
It was not a violent explosion, but a deeper collapse on the level of laws, forming a tiny spatial rift that appeared and sealed itself in an instant.
That insignificant rift became an impassable chasm.
Tang San's inevitable strike, its edge capable of slaying a God King, stabbed straight into that abruptly formed void. All its power, all its killing intent, vanished like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
It was instantly swallowed and deflected by the chaotic spatial currents, ultimately slashing futilely through empty space without touching Yue Zhengyu in the slightest.
"What?!"
Even with Tang San's state of mind as a Supreme God King, his pupils contracted sharply, and an incredulous cry escaped his lips.
His unavoidable strike imbued with the Asura Law had actually been neutralized in such a bizarre manner?
For the first time, his gaze fell upon Lu Jun and Gu Yue Na, who had stood quietly in the rear as though completely out of place on the battlefield, carrying unprecedented gravity and scrutiny.
He had kept part of his attention on those two all along, knowing they were the greatest variables. Yet he had never expected their methods to be so unfathomable that they could manipulate space so exquisitely without him noticing at all.
Before he could think further,