Yet at that very moment, Asura's Eye at Huo Yuhao's side—the golden vertical eye symbolizing judgment and destruction—suddenly opened wide without warning!
An indescribable sensation of stagnation, transcending the very concept of speed, swept across the entire battlefield with Asura's Eye at its center.
Whether it was the undead and Ice Puppets charging madly across the ground, the Stone Wing Demons and Frost Flying Dragons tearing into each other in the sky, or even the pervasive Undead Death Qi and Icy Sword Intent...
Everything slowed to an extreme in an instant.
Time had not completely stopped, but it had been stretched and diluted, as though struggling through incredibly viscous glue.
Space seemed to be compressed and folded by an invisible force. Light warped, and the scenery distorted.
Lu Jun's pupils contracted sharply. He felt the circulation of Divine Power within him become incomparably sluggish; every thought and every movement required a hundred times the effort it normally would.
Even more terrifyingly, thin Ice Crystal Lenses, as delicate as cicada wings and sharp-edged, began to form uncontrollably across his body.
When they first appeared, the lenses were crystal clear, reflecting the horrifying scene of the surrounding Undead Calamity. Yet only a thousandth of a second later, their gleam rapidly faded and dimmed before they peeled away, shattered, and turned into nonexistent Ice Dust.
It was as if some supreme power of rules was forcibly analyzing, replicating, and stripping away the Ice Origin within him!
Huo Yuhao's voice rang through the nearly stagnant time and space as though it came from the depths of an ancient abyss, each word deliberate and filled with sacrificial resolve:
"Light. Of. Time. And. Space!"
From the depths of Asura's Eye, a beam of incomparably deep blue light shot forth, as though it had gathered the first