Before he knew it, Li Yun sat down again.
Bai Fantian and the Cloud Cliff Saintess were both stunned, but they did not think much of it. They merely assumed that Li Yun was preparing to recover the mental will he had expended earlier.
After all, Li Yun had truly erupted once more just now. Not only had he forcefully controlled six Divine Martial Realm experts of the Devil Race with his own will, he had personally slain two of them.
The expenditure had certainly been immense.
They still had to continue pushing onward, so he definitely needed to seize the time to recover.
But neither of them had expected it.
The moment Li Yun sat down, he suddenly fell silent.
Like an old monk who had entered withered meditation, once he sat down, he did not move at all. Even the aura around him faded, growing lighter and lighter until it vanished altogether.
In the end, he was simply like a reef that had weathered hundreds and thousands of years of wind, frost, rain, and snow.
Even his life aura was gone.
This change was utterly incomprehensible.
Even Bai Fantian, who had seen and heard much and was like an encyclopedia of the Martial Dao, was somewhat dumbfounded. He could not make sense of Li Yun's current condition.
He even tried releasing his consciousness, intending to investigate the situation so that he would not remain unaware if something went wrong and fail to react in time.
Yet who could have imagined it?
The moment his consciousness spread out, it was blocked.
Only then did he realize that Li Yun's entire body had seemingly become a real world, like that of a Void Comprehension Realm expert.
A wondrous, resilient, invisible barrier had enveloped Li Yun's entire body so tightly that