What kind of ability could steal time?
Even Lu Xin could not imagine it.
But instinct told him that his time had been stolen.
The concept was this: when the surroundings turned into a swamp and began drowning him, there should have been a process in which his feet first sank, then he gradually sank deeper into the swamp. When the arms that had grown like dead branches reached toward him, there should also have been a process in which they came from a distance, reached him, and then wrapped around him. All these processes required time.
With that time, he could respond.
But now, he had no time to respond. His opponent seemed to have omitted many of the processes altogether.
Before he could react, both his feet had already sunk into the swamp, and the dead-branch-like arms had wrapped directly around him.
In terms of time, his opponent had far too great an advantage.
"Crack, crack, crack..."
As his thoughts turned, Lu Xin was already covered in withered arms, while the swamp had reached his abdomen.
The sound of the dry arms swaying was crisp and arid, making him feel irritated.
The swamp's immense suction also restrained both his arms, leaving him almost unable to exert enough strength to break free.
A cold look flashed across Lu Xin's face. He had no time to determine how his time had been stolen. Mental power erupted around him, and immense distorting force instantly enveloped him. The withered arms were immediately snapped into pieces, scattering across the surrounding swamp like wet firewood. Section after section, they twisted ceaselessly on the ground.
In the next moment, Lu Xin intended to use the power of his mental shock to escape the swamp.
But the scene blurred again. He suddenly discovered that